Chapter 30 – Vale #3
I try to nod my head but the fingers in my hair have gone tighter, tugging at my scalp. I’m trying to think. I’m trying to get my brain to work, but the world’s spinning around me. I have no control.
“Five,” he says against my temple. “Four,” he whispers at my ear.
He removes his hand from cupping me over my shorts, and I groan in pain, my pussy throbbing at the loss. I ache.
“Better hurry. Three,” he says, his hot breath pressing against my neck.
“You,” I gasp. “You . . . ” I can’t get the words out. God help me, I can’t do it.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Tell me what I want to hear. Be a good girl, tell me I own it,” he says so sweetly against the back of my neck, his lips against that sensitive skin.
“Two!” His teeth scrape over my neck to where my shoulder meets my spine. My heart is pounding. I’m trying to put the words together. It’s what he asked me to do. I’m trying to answer. I want to answer.
“Bad girls get punished, and you’ve been”—his breath comes hard against my skin—“a very bad girl. One.”
I’m in trouble.
Oliver lets go of me so fast, I almost fall. He rips my shorts down and they drop around my ankles. I’m toppling sideways, but it feels like everything is happening in slow motion. I can’t stop myself, but he reaches out and steadies me.
“Do what I say. Now. Hold on to that tree as best you can. I want you to keep your ass out for me. I want it on display, or it gets worse. Remember baby, it can always get worse.” Impossible!
Oliver’s hands feel like the stinging zap of electricity when they move over my ass cheeks. He’s rubbing them, squeezing them while I pour sweat in the heat of their all-consuming possession. I feel so weak while he does it.
I hear it before I feel it. He slaps my left cheek. The sting makes me gasp long after I hear the vicious pop. My eyes are open now, the swirling world suddenly, deeply focused. All I feel is the sting he left against my skin, the deep fire blooming, growing ever higher.
The muscles in my core clench, like their revving up to run away.
“Oliver,” I gasp. I’m shaking like a leaf when he slaps the right.
I cry out and arch back farther into him.
I can’t stop it. I swear if I didn’t know any better, I was about to come.
I’m supercharged, hypervigilant in the absolute worst, torturous way.
“Does it hurt?” he asks sweetly, like he actually cares about the pain blooming between my legs.
I nod my head, but it’s not the slaps on my ass that hurt. It’s the constant clenching of muscles, unused inside me. It’s my clit that’s so swollen and engorged I don’t know if I’ll survive not being able to come. I need it to breathe. I need it to survive.
“Want me to make it stop, sweet Vale?” His tone is all seduction.
“God, yes. Please, Oliver. Please,” I beg him with tears in my eyes.
“Then tell me what I want to hear.” He’s growling again, a grumbling sound that makes me shiver.
I lick my lips, trying to focus. “You own my body. You own every inch. You own my pussy. No one else ever will.” My words rush out, and I recognize them as the absolute truth they are. I never denied it, not really.
Oliver kneels behind me, then tells me to lower myself so my knees are bent, my legs spreading farther apart. He holds my hips steady with the palm of his hand as I sink.
“Can you take one more?” The question makes those tears fall, streaming over my hot cheeks.
I’m throbbing. He’s killing me. I hate this as much as I love it. “Yes.” I weep with the lie when he has me exactly where he wants me.
Then he does something I don’t expect, he presses his lips against my left ass cheek. My skin throbs where he touches me. One of his hands comes up between my thighs. He holds it flat against my belly. My abdominal muscles clench in time with my core.
“This is really messing with you, isn’t it? Do you like losing control?” he asks against my ass. I wish I could see his face.
I tilt my head back, licking my lips. “I do, Oliver. You’re touching me. It’s all I want,” I say with a sniffle. “It’s all I need.”
When his hand moves, sliding across my abdomen, I squeak.
My entire body is overstimulated. I’m drowning with how each touch feels.
My legs are starting to shake with the strain, and I worry I won’t be able to hold myself up much longer.
I feel Oliver smile against my bum. He bites down on the skin, shocking me, and suddenly his hand at my belly isn’t sliding over skin, it’s slapping my pussy so hard my head flies back and I scream.
The pleasure erupts unexpectedly, like a volcano—absolute violence in its destruction. Hot tendrils shoot out from my core into every inch of my body. I’m screaming so loudly Oliver has to cover my mouth to muffle the sound. I scream and moan into his palm like some kind of lust-crazed maniac.
My knees straighten, shooting me to standing, bringing him with me.
I fall against the tree, breaking bark as my nails dig in harder like claws.
My hips are bucking though there’s no more touch.
Pleasure continues to build within me, then release, over and over again like a never-ending orgasm.
I slam a fist down onto the bark as it gets so intense I almost lose my mind.
I can’t control it as it floods my system like a tidal wave.
What the fuck did he do?
Then that energy buzzes, my own electrical current, building inside me.
I turn against the tree quivering, swallowing through the pleasure, trying to control it.
I’m balling it up. I want to show him the same.
When he lets go of my mouth, looking at me with insanely pained, lustful eyes like he can’t take anymore either, I lose it.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I groan as the orgasm ramps up at the sight of his heaving chest. It’s as if I’m being throttled by all the pleasure that exists in the world, and it’s suddenly exploding inside me. My stomach muscles clench as I try to hold it inside.
He sees something in my eyes, and he doesn’t argue. He does what I told him to.
“Show me your cock, baby. Touch it for me. Do as I say!” Demands fly from my throat like I’ve become someone else entirely. Do I have a monster?
It’s taking something of a miracle to hold that pulsating energy inside and not force it into him before it grows any stronger. But it does grow stronger. My legs are shaking as sticky wetness spills down the inside of my thighs. I may faint if he doesn’t hurry up.
Oliver lifts his cock over those evil fucking pants, then watches me as he starts to stroke. I smile as the orgasm spasms through my pussy, making me clench down on nothing because he isn’t inside me. He isn’t inside me where he should be. That’s where he belongs.
The ball of energy is so large, so strong as it pulls the pleasure from within me. I think it might kill me when I release it, but I don’t care. Nothing will stop this.
I smile at him as he pants. “Yeah baby, you ready?” I ask sweetly, but I don’t let him answer.
I force it all inside him, focusing on his cock and hoping it goes deep inside his hips, making him feel everything I’ve felt in the last few moments, everything I’ve felt since meeting him.
All my love, the lust and pain from being denied, I put into that energy.
Oliver needs to know what he does to me.
He needs to experience that exquisite cruelty for himself. I have something to prove.
“Vale,” he groans as the clenching inside me stops suddenly, shutting off like a tap. The sky tilts, and a dark halo surrounds my vision as I take my first deep breath.
Oliver’s head slings back with such force it looks painful. It’s such a beautiful sight. I almost come again. “Fuck,” he groans, his jaw tightening, lips pulling back, showing his teeth.
“You feel that, baby? That’s me coming inside you,” I say with a devious smirk. “Feel good?” I sound like a monster. I sound like Oliver, and it makes me smile wider.
He’s shaking, still stroking his cock. I pull up my shorts and step closer on wobbly legs. I get on my knees next to him in the brush. With the sticks and dirt strewn across the forest floor, I’m suddenly reminded that the price for living is death.
I force his hand away and grab his cock. I stroke him. “Now look at me, Oliver.”
He’s shaking when he lifts his head. His swollen lips trembling, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. Now he knows how I feel. Now he gets to learn how hard it is. Poor Oliver and the vengeance I offer, a pleasure so intense it’s painful. He did this to me.
When our eyes meet, I feel his cock jerk in my hand, so hot and heavy. He’s full of my fire. “Now come for me!”
I hear his teeth clink together and his nostrils flair as he tries to breathe through it. “Vale,” he whimpers, and it’s so sweet. Just like I used to be before he turned me into this creature full of need and lust.
“That’s how I feel.” He spills his hot, sticky cum against my wrist. He groans. His mouth is slightly parted, showing those canines that make my heart speed up. There’s my monster.
When I let go and stand up, Oliver is clearly shaken. He watches me, still on his knees, unable to speak as he swallows hard. His eyes are glowing inhumanly green, appropriate in this chaotic woodland setting. The color surprises me, the darkness hasn’t filled them.
I move to step away, but he grabs the wrist that isn’t soiled with his pleasure.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks, and his voice is deep again. He’s coming back to himself.
I smile down at him, then shake his hand off my wrist, like it’s nothing. Like I’m completely unaffected, strong for the first time in my life. It doesn’t take much. He drops my hand as if he doesn’t have the energy to fight me for once.
“I’m going to wipe your cum all over your precious upholstery. I win.” I say with a cavalier smile, uncaring of his anger.