Chapter 13 #2
She moved so fast I barely registered it, her foot hooking around my calf, yanking hard.
My balance went out from under me and I went down, hitting the lawn with a grunt.
But instinct took over. Military training, years of combat experience, countless hours of reflex exercises.
My hand shot out and grabbed her arm before she was out of my reach, pulling her down with me.
We landed in a tangle of limbs, the impact jarring, grass cool against my back.
Stella immediately tried to scramble up, to take advantage of my momentary disorientation, but I was faster.
I grabbed her and pulled her back down, rolling us so she ended up on her stomach with me straddling her from behind.
I pinned her down with my weight, breathing hard, trying to ignore the beast that was roaring inside my chest. Trying to ignore the way her short skirt had ridden up around her waist, how she squirmed beneath me in a way that made my cock twitch traitorously.
“Quit resisting,” I growled.
“Fuck you!” She bucked beneath me, trying to throw me off.
And something in me snapped. Before I could think better of it, I was unbuckling my belt—the thin leather one I wore with my slacks—and pulling it free. I grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back, wrapping the belt around them before she realized what I’d intended.
This is to restrain her, I told myself. To get her back to the house safely.
But she was still fighting me, still squirming, and every movement ground her ass against my dick. My cock was painfully hard now, straining against my zipper, and there was no way she couldn’t feel it.
“Stop fucking squirming!” I growled.
“Make me,” she taunted.
The words hit me like a match to gasoline. My heart was already pumping, my blood churning hot from the chase. I had pursued her and caught her and now she was mine—restrained beneath me, helpless, but still defiant despite everything.
And I knew, with sudden clarity, that this was exactly what she’d wanted. This was why she’d run. Why she’d provoked me. Why she’d pushed and pushed until I had no choice but to push back.
She wanted the chase. She wanted to be caught. She wanted me, but she had no idea what she was asking for. Still, I ground my hips forward, letting her feel exactly how hard I was. She moaned, a raw, desperate sound that went straight to my cock.
“Do it, Tate,” she breathed huskily. “Please. Fuck me.”
There were so many reasons not to do this. She was a client. Her parents were paying me to protect her. This was insane, reckless, career-ending stupidity.
But in that moment, every single reason vanished like smoke.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Tate. I need it. I need you.”
I flipped her over roughly, keeping her pinned beneath me. Her hands were trapped behind her back, her skirt bunched around her hips, her top rucked up to expose her bare stomach. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes—God, her eyes.
They shone in the moonlight, dark with need, burning with a hunger that matched the one roaring inside me. She looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even touched her properly yet.
I braced my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. She stared up at me, her chest heaving, her lips parted.
“Please,” she whispered again.
I kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful.
It was brutal and claiming and exactly what we both needed.
I devoured her mouth like I was starving for her, and she melted beneath me, kissing me back with equal desperation.
She squirmed under me, trying to press closer despite the awkward position, making tiny, needy sounds in the back of her throat that inflamed me beyond reason.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and broke the kiss, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. “Is this what you wanted?” I growled. “You wanted me to chase you down and catch you like a fucking animal?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”
“You have no idea what you’ve done.” I squeezed her throat lightly, watching her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter. “No idea what you’ve woken up.”
She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine. “Show me.”
It was physically painful to pry my hands off her long enough to undo my pants.
I didn’t want to stop touching her for even a second.
But Stella didn’t change her mind. Didn’t seem to realize what an insane, catastrophic idea this was.
Didn’t understand what I was capable of doing to her now that she was restrained and at my mercy.
And God help me, I was too far gone to be the voice of reason.
I freed my cock and knelt between her legs, using my knees to spread them wider. Her thin, silky panties were already soaked. I could see the wet spot even in the dim moonlight.
A harsh sound rumbled from my throat. I hooked my fingers in the delicate fabric and tore it off her in one sharp motion. Stella gasped, her hips jerking. But she didn’t protest. Didn’t tell me to stop. Just stared up at me with those hungry, desperate eyes.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Soaking wet. You liked being chased, didn’t you? Liked knowing I was right behind you, about to catch you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I lifted my gaze to hers. “You planned this. Ran past the camera so I’d see you. Wanted me to come after you.”
“I needed—” She broke off, gasping as I traced a finger through her slick folds. “I needed you to—oh God.”
“Needed me to what?” I circled her clit lightly, watching her squirm. “Use your words, kitten.”
“Needed you to stop thinking,” she managed. “Stop being so goddamn professional. I needed—” She arched up as I pressed against her harder. “I needed you to just take what you want.”
“What I want,” I repeated slowly, “is to bury my cock so deep inside you that you forget your own name. I want to fuck you until you’re screaming.
I want to make you come so many times you can’t walk straight tomorrow.
” I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear.
“Is that what you want, Stella? You want me to use this tight little pussy until I’m satisfied and you’re completely wrecked? ”
“Yes.” The word came out broken, almost anguished. “Please, Tate. Please, I need it, I need you inside me—”
“Then you’re going to listen to me very carefully.
” I wrapped my hand around her throat again, feeling her pulse race beneath my palm.
“You want me to stop at any point, you say ‘red’. That’s the only word that matters right now.
You can say no. You can beg me to stop. You can cry and scream and fight me all you want.
But I won’t listen. Because you’re mine now.
I caught you. I fucking own you.” I squeezed lightly, watching her eyes go hazy.
“Unless you say that one simple word. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick heat.
The piercing at the tip teased her flesh, and Stella’s breath hitched.
She knew what was coming. Knew exactly what I had waiting for her.
She was so wet I could hear the obscene sound when I pushed forward just enough to let her feel the first barbell easing past her entrance.
“Beg me,” I ordered.
“Please.” Stella’s voice cracked. “Please fuck me, please, I need your cock inside me, I can’t—I can’t wait anymore, please—”
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. The Jacob’s ladder barbells dragged along her inner walls, each metal rung hitting spots that made her entire body jerk. And at the tip, that piercing pressed deep, finding the most sensitive place inside her.
Stella cried out, her back arching off the grass so hard I thought she might snap in two. Her bound hands strained beneath her, her thighs clamping around my hips like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull me closer or push me away.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pulled out and drove back in, setting a punishing pace that had her gasping with every stroke.
“So fucking tight,” I snarled against her ear. “So fucking wet for me. Feel how your pussy grips every single piercing? This cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice breaking on the word. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“This is what you wanted. What you needed.” I thrust harder, deeper, angling my hips so the barbells hit her just right.
She clenched around my cock like a vice, her body trying to hold onto every ridge of metal as I pulled back.
“Someone to chase you down and fuck you like an animal. Someone to take what they want without asking permission.”
“God, yes—”
“Quiet.” My hand tightened on her throat. “Or the neighbors will hear. Or is that what you want? You want them to come out and see you like this—pinned down, hands tied, getting fucked in their backyard?”
Stella moaned, and I felt her pussy flutter around my cock. Fuck. She liked that idea. The thought of being caught, being seen.
The house next door was dark, no sign of anyone home, but the illusion was enough. The possibility that someone might look out a window, might step outside for some air, might see me claiming her like this—it was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my bloodstream.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” I drove into her harder and she gasped before I pulled almost all the way out, holding myself there, watching her squirm with need. “The thought of getting caught. Someone seeing how desperate you are for my cock.”
“Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes now, and something about that made me even harder.
I slammed back into her, resuming my brutal pace of fucking her.
Stella’s noises were getting higher, more frantic.
She was close—I could feel it in the way she was clenching around me, the way her whole body was trembling.