Chapter 13 #3
“That’s it,” I said, my raspy voice infused with satisfaction. “Come for me. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
She shattered. Her pussy clamped down on me so tight it was almost painful, milking my cock in rhythmic waves. She made a sound that wasn’t quite a scream—more like a choked wail that she barely managed to muffle.
I couldn’t hold back. I groaned, burying myself deep, and came so hard my vision went white. Spurt after spurt, filling her up, marking her from the inside.
For a long moment, we just stayed there. Breathing hard. My cock still buried inside her, her walls still fluttering with aftershocks. Then I moved my hand—the one that had been braced beside her head—down between her legs.
Stella’s eyes flew open and she made a startled noise when my fingers found her clit. “What—”
“Oh, we’re not finished.” Knowing how sensitive she’d be, I rubbed in slow circles, feeling her jerk beneath me.
“I’m staying inside you until this tight little pussy gets me nice and hard again.
And then I’m going to keep fucking you until I decide I’m done.
That’s what happens when you unleash the beast.”
“I can’t—” She shuddered as I increased the pressure, shaking her head wildly. “I can’t come again, it’s too much—”
“Yes, you can.” I pressed harder, watching her eyes go wide. “It’s my pussy now, remember? I decide when and how much you come.”
“Tate—”
“Say it.” I lightly pinched her clit, making her cry out. “Say it’s mine.”
“It’s yours,” she gasped. “Your pussy, It’s yours—”
“Good girl.”
She came again, harder this time, her whole body convulsing. I felt her milking my cock through the orgasm, felt my cock stiffen inside her again.
This was insane. Reckless. Everything I’d told myself I wouldn’t do.
And I couldn’t fucking stop.
I fucked her through that orgasm and into the next, relentless and driven by something primal and possessive that I’d never fully let off its leash before.
Stella’s noises had devolved into wordless whimpers, her eyes glassy and unfocused, tears streaming down her cheeks as I took and took and took.
She was so beautiful like this. Completely wrecked, completely surrendered. My prey, caught and claimed and thoroughly conquered.
The whole scenario lit me up, blasting me with pure lust, and I came inside her two more times before I finally finished.
By the end, she was barely conscious—limp beneath me, making soft, broken sounds every time I moved.
Her pussy was swollen and oversensitive, and I knew she’d be feeling me for days.
Good, that dark, depraved part of me thought with satisfaction.
I collapsed on top of her, holding most of weight off her with my forearms braced beside her, and for a few minutes I felt nothing but perfect, savage triumph.
My mind was quiet for the first time in days.
My body was pleasantly spent. And Stella was warm and pliant beneath me, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
And then the guilt hit. It crashed over me like a wave, cold and suffocating. What the fuck had I just done?
I had just fucked a client. Not just fucked—taken. Used, ruthlessly. Claimed her like an animal in her neighbor’s backyard with her hands tied behind her back with my belt.
The shame was all consuming. I kept people safe for a living. I was supposed to be disciplined, controlled, professional above all else. And I couldn’t resist this? Couldn’t conquer this one goddamn temptation?
Stella stirred against me, making a soft sound, and I felt my chest tighten with something that might have been tenderness. Which only made the remorse worse. I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to explain or apologize or excuse what I’d just done to her.
She’d responded like no one I’d ever been with. Those helpless little noises, barely more than whimpers, like she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t even form words anymore. Like she truly was my prey, caught so completely in my power that begging was beyond her.
My cock twitched inside her at the memory, even as spent as I was.
You’re a bastard, I told myself. A selfish, undisciplined bastard.
But the words felt hollow against the satisfaction still humming through my veins.
I forced myself to move. To sit up, to assess the situation like the professional I was supposed to be. Stella lay in the grass, her eyes half-closed, her lips curved in a small, dazed smile. She looked... blissed out. Completely and utterly ruined, but in the best possible way.
I didn’t know what to make of that so I stood, tucking myself back into my pants, then bent down and lifted her carefully to her feet. She swayed a little, and I quickly pulled her against my chest to steady her.
“You okay?” My voice came out rough, like I’d swallowed gravel.
“Mmm.” It wasn’t really a word, but when I looked down she was smiling, so I took it as a good sign.
I reached behind her and unbuckled the belt from her wrists, wincing slightly when I saw the red marks it had left. I’d have to check those later. Make sure I hadn’t hurt her.
You fucked her like an animal and now you’re worried about hurting her?
I pushed the thought aside and focused on practical things. I smoothed down her top and tugged her skirt back into place, covering the evidence of what we’d done. I found her torn panties on the lawn and stuffed them into my pants pocket.
Stella watched me with those half-lidded eyes, still wearing that satisfied smile. She looked thoroughly debauched. Grass in her hair. Lips swollen. A flush still coloring her dirt-smudged cheeks and chest. She looked like a woman who’d just been fucked senseless.
Because she had been. By me.
I still didn’t have words. Didn’t know what to say that would make any of this okay. So I just took her hand.
“Come on,” I said quietly. “Let’s get you home.”
She nodded, leaning into me as we walked back across the neighbor’s yard toward the wall we’d both scaled earlier. I helped her over—more carefully this time—and then climbed over myself.
We crossed the Hayward’s backyard in silence, the house looming ahead of us.
I kept my hand on the small of her back, steadying her, and tried not to think about what came next.
Whether she’d regret this. Whether I’d be able to look at her without remembering exactly how stunning she’d looked beneath me, bound and gasping and perfect while I’d slaked my lust inside her.
We slipped inside through the back door, and I guided her toward the stairs. I just needed to get her cleaned up and into bed. Make sure she was safe. And then figure out how the hell I was going to live with what I’d done.