Chapter 9 #2
She whimpers, but to my pleasure, pulls her hand away from her dripping cunt. She’s so wet, her juices are starting to pool on the floor beneath her.
“Hands behind your back.”
She hesitates for half a second. I can see in her eyes how badly she needs to come.
And she will, but I like edging my girl.
And she did say she wanted me to show her what I wanted.
When she clasps her hands together behind her back, I take the weight of my cock in my hand, adjusting the angle for her.
The obedience she’s displaying. The pure trust. It sends a bolt of something dangerously close to tenderness through me, all twisted up with pure filth, as I watch her take me into her mouth again, spit dripping down her chin.
“Remember, doll,” I say, my voice dropping lower. “Your pleasure is mine tonight. Be a good girl, and I’ll let you come.”
She lets out a muffled sound around me and tries to rub her thighs together, but a sharp look from me stops her.
She sets her attention back on my dick where it belongs, with renewed enthusiasm, and it’s not long before I’m ready to explode. But she’s not the only one I’m edging. Besides, when I come, it’s going to be in my girl’s sweet pussy, filling her up.
I pull out and step back before I can explode, leaving her with her mouth open and her eyes wide, her hands still behind her back, forcing her tits out. She’s fucking perfection.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
“Fuck no.” I huff out a rough laugh. “You did everything perfectly right.” I use my thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth, before dragging it across her lower lip, pressing until she parts them and sucks gently. “Get up.”
She rises unsteadily to her feet, looking like a fucking sex goddess.
I can’t resist another taste of her and pull her hard against me, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth in another claiming kiss.
I let one hand slide down her curves, circling to her front and slipping between her legs to gather some of her soaking wetness there.
“Fuck, you’re wet for me, aren’t you, Tessa?”
She nods. My fingers flutter, inches from her clit. “Yes, Daddy,” she manages. “I’m so wet for you. I want you so bad.”
Still, I don’t give her the touch she’s craving. Instead, I press my fingers to her mouth so she can taste her own arousal. Her eyes are wide as she sucks them clean.
“Please, Holt.”
She’s practically vibrating in my arms. Desperate and wanting. Fucking beautiful.
My hand cups one perfect tit, squeezing and kneading before I give her hard nipple a sharp pinch, soothing it with my tongue a moment later.
Her knees buckle, but I’m holding her tight. “Please. I’m going to come. I need to—”
I spin her roughly and without warning so she’s once more pressed up against the workbench, her hands splaying on the scarred wood, trying to find purchase.
I’ve tortured my girl long enough.
“Remember what I said.” I step in, my body lining up behind hers, my cock nudging between her thighs. I swipe my thick, throbbing head through her slick, making her cry out. “No touching yourself,” I remind her. “And you don’t get to come until I decide you’ve earned it.”
A shiver ripples through her. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. The neediness in her voice when she calls me that is going to be my undoing.
My hand settles between her shoulder blades, pushing her down further until the angle is perfect. I nudge her knees further apart, forcing her wider.
I drag the head of my cock through her wet folds, coating myself in her. “Tell me what you want, Tessa. I need to hear it.”
She swallows, breath hitching as I slide just the head inside her tight pussy and pull back out again, teasing. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispers. Then, stronger, “Show me how you like it, Holt. No holding back.”
A dark satisfaction curls in my gut. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.
Tessa
He pushes just the head of his thick cock into me, then pulls out. But the moment I tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the teasing stops.
One second, I’m braced against the workbench; the next, he’s driving into me in one unrestrained, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
The stretch rips a cry from my throat, but the sharp sting melts almost instantly into a deep, perfect fullness.
He’s so big. So there. It feels like my body has been waiting for this exact feeling my whole life.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the wooden countertop. “Holt—”
He clamps his hands on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me as he pulls all the way out and then slams back in. No careful testing or slow build like last time. This is a hard, deliberate, punishing rhythm that sends sparks shooting down my spine with every thrust.
The bench creaks under us, the sound of our bodies slapping together, loud in the quiet shop.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he grits out behind me, his voice rough in my ear. “No holding back, Tessa. This is me. Raw, hungry, and fucking you like I mean it.”
“Yes,” I cry, the word punched out of me with the next thrust of his hips. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I’ve been chasing an orgasm for what feels like forever. My release is dancing right on the edge, as if I could tumble over any second. But his warning rings in my ear: You don’t get to come until I decide you’ve earned it.
Why do his dirty words, his orders, feel so damn good?
I know the answer. I feel it in my bones. It feels good, he feels good because every touch, every command is for me just as much as it’s for him. And it’s the real him.
He’s showing me exactly who he is: rough and unrestrained but caring and giving and loving all at the same time.
My world narrows to the burn and slide of his cock plunging mercilessly in and out. Every stroke hits deep, just shy of too much, making my legs tremble. It shouldn’t feel like this, like every thrust is hammering something into place, but it does. It feels like a connection—raw and real.
“I love this,” I choke out the words on a breath before I can second-guess them. “I love you like this, Holt.”
He groans, low and ragged, and bends lower over me. His arm bands around my middle to haul me up, tighter against him. The new angle drags him even deeper, making my breath catch. “Listen to you,” he mutters, every word punctuated by a thrust. “Taking me like you were made for my cock.”
“I was,” I breathe, meaning it in a way that scares the hell out of me. “I was made for this. For you. To take your cock.”
“And you fucking take it so good, doll.”
His pace shifts, honing to a fine point.
Every drive is aimed ruthlessly at some place inside me that makes the edges of my vision blur.
My clit throbs with every impact, the friction of his body behind me and the edge of the bench all I need to push me higher than I thought possible.
The pressure is beyond intense. Hot and brutal. I don’t think I can take much more.
“I’m close,” I warn. “I don’t know—”
“Not. Until. I. Say.”
Every word is punctuated by a thrust that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
A frustrated cry slips from my throat because in this moment, he owns me. And despite the lack of control I currently have over my own body, I know I won’t let go until he says the word.
My clit aches for his touch, but still, he doesn’t provide it.
“Please,” I whimper desperately. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please, what?” His voice is rough against my ear, just a thread shy of cruel in his torment of me. His thrusts are relentless, never faltering.
“Please let me come,” I manage, the words breaking on a sob. “I need it. I need you.”
He groans, a dark and satisfied sound that rumbles against my back. “That’s my good girl,” he mutters. “So desperate to come, you’ll say anything right now, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. Want warring with shame, burning hot inside me. “I’ll say anything.” Tears are streaming down my cheeks, but I don’t care. All I care about is the orgasm I desperately need. “I’ll do anything. Please, Daddy. Let me come.”
His arm tightens around my middle, hauling me back even harder onto his cock.
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Do you hear yourself, doll? Begging me to let you fall apart on my dick. That’s how I know this is exactly where you belong, Tessa.
Wrapped around me, taking every fucking inch I give you until you’re begging. ”
The words hit me harder than his body does.
Right in that tender spot that feels a lot like my heart.
For a second, it’s almost too much. All of it.
All of this. It’s too intense. Too real.
But he warned me. He told me to be careful what I asked for.
But I don’t want to be careful. I want this. I want him.
I trust him. With my body. With my heart. With this part of me I’ve never given anyone else.
“Yes,” I whisper again, my voice totally wrecked. “This is where I belong. Here. With you.”
He curses, rough and hoarse, and then I feel his control slip. “That’s fucking right,” he grits out. Then his hand finally slides down between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit with perfect accuracy.
He pinches with just enough pressure to sharpen the pleasure into something blinding. At the same time, he slams deep and stays there, buried inside me.
“Come,” he orders, a command I feel in my bones. “Come apart for me, Tessa. Let go for me.”
His words give me the permission I need to detonate. The orgasm that’s been edging for so long tears through me so hard I lose my grip on everything. I scream his name, my body clamping down around him, my vision nothing but a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Fuck.” His hips jerk once more, and then I feel him letting go, too. His hot seed pulses inside me in thick, hot ropes, filling my womb.
Every throb of his release sends another aftershock racing through me, my body convulsing and squeezing every drop from him.
For a long moment, I don’t feel anything. My body is weightless. His arm, still wrapped tightly around me, holds me up. I can’t hear anything but our ragged breathing and the thud of my own heart.
Holt presses a kiss to the tender spot beneath my ear and murmurs something I don’t quite catch, but he doesn’t release me.
Everything about what we just did was dirty and rough and amazingly perfect.
It should feel wrong. Dangerous, even.
Instead, it feels like the most honest thing I’ve ever done.
He’s not holding back anymore. He showed me every single one of his rough edges that he’d tried so hard to hide, thinking I’d go running. But I’m not.
I’m right here, taking all of it and wanting more.
Slowly, he releases his grip and turns me gently in his arms. His big, rough hand cups my cheek and tips my head up so I’m looking at him.
“Well, doll…”
His voice isn’t commanding anymore. It’s searching.
His thumb brushes the last tear from my cheek, his eyes scanning mine like he expects to find regret or fear.
“I warned you,” he says quietly.
“And I didn’t run.”
His jaw tightens slightly, something flickering behind his eyes. “No.” He shakes his head with a slight chuckle. “You sure didn’t.”
“I’m exactly where I want to be.”
He studies me like he doesn’t quite believe it. Like he was so sure once he showed me the rough, dominant, raw side of himself, I’d finally see what he sees when he looks in the mirror.
“I asked for the real you,” I say. “I told you not to hold back.”
His breath leaves him in a long, controlled exhale. “That wasn’t soft. You deserve soft.”
“I didn’t ask for soft,” I stop him. “I asked for you.”
For a moment, neither of us moves. His forehead rests against mine, his hand still cupping my face.
And that’s when I understand. He wasn’t trying to push me away. He was testing me.
He showed me all his edges he thought would cut me, seeing if I’d bleed.
I didn’t.
And I chose him. Not in spite of it. But because of it.