28. Chapter 28 #2
I swing my left leg over and manage to kick him on his right side. I’m about to kick again when he catches my leg.
“Do you want me to tie those legs up as well? I prefer them wrapped around me while I’m buried inside you.”
“You wish.” I act indignant, but he can see through me, through my body's reaction to him. “I hate you.”
“You can keep telling yourself that. I can keep telling myself that. But this…” He moves his hand up my leg, leaving a trail of scorch marks on my skin, until he’s cupping my pussy through my thin shorts.
“No one is going to see this but me.” Then he moves up my soft stomach.
He takes his time. His eyes don’t leave mine.
He cups my breast and flicks his fingers on my nipple.
They instantly harden. “This is all mine. You’re all mine, Veronica Kayde. ” His eyes soften.
“I don’t belong to you. In case you forgot, I hate you.” I try to keep it together, but his touch is distracting me.
He just shrugs. His hands move to the waistband of my sleeping shorts, and he pulls them off.
I don’t fight him, but I should. Right? He unbuttons his jeans and shucks them off.
I stare at him, my breath hitching as the sharp memory of my lips around him floods my mind.
When I look up, he’s already watching me, a knowing smirk playing on his face.
He begins to spread my legs, and I feel the mattress dip between my thighs as he settles in.
“You look like a fucking queen…no, a goddess.” A small whimper escapes me. “Tell me, baby,”—he enunciates the words—“have any of the men or women you’ve been with ever worshipped you?”
The answer to that is no. But I don't tell him.
He grabs my top and rips it down the middle.
I’m lying bound and exposed, and I want more.
He lowers his head and glides his tongue over my pussy, then plants a soft kiss on it.
More kisses shower my body. “God, your body is so soft and perfect.” He reaches my breasts and lays soft, peppering kisses on both.
He moves to my nipple and bites one, then crosses to the other.
“That was for trying to escape.” He sits up.
I look down, and his hand is gripping his cock.
There is no stopping this. He rubs his cock up and down the outside of my pussy.
“Oh god.” I pull on the restraints, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“This is for the limp-dick comment.” He continues to torture me. If he keeps doing this, I'm going to come. He stops and pulls back. Then he does it again. I can see the precum dripping from his dick. My mouth waters. “Beg for it,” he orders me.
“Never.”
His hand goes to my nipple and pinches it. I buck my hips off the bed. The pleasure skyrockets through my body.
“Beg for it.”
“No.”
He moves to the other nipple and does it again. I refuse to give in. He pulls back, and I can feel him adjust himself.
His hands grab my waist. “Just this once, I'll let it go. I can’t hold back any longer. Baby, I'm not wearing a condom. I know we’re both clean. And you won’t be fucking anyone else. But I need you to say yes.”
The haze of desire and lust is interrupted by a request for consent from him. That alone is everything. I nod. “Yes.”
In one intense thrust, he slams into me.
“Oh fuck!”
He pulls out and does it again. “This is for saying you’re going to fuck that nobody Frank.” He fucks me with such vigor. “This pussy belongs to me. Do you fucking understand?”
Jesus, what the hell is happening? This is just him saying these things in the moment. So I decide to go with it.
“Yes, Miles.”
“Say it again,” he commands as he pounds into me. I can feel all of him.
“Yes, Miles!” I feel the tingle in my spine. Fuck, that was fast.
“Veronica, I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick.” He pulls out, and the feeling passes. Then he slams into me again. He’s torturing me by denying me my release. My whimpers begin to turn into cries.
“Please,” I beg.
“Come with me, baby.”
And I do, right along with him. I feel his throbbing cock fill me with his cum. My climax continues to milk him. He pulls out, and I feel my pussy dripping.
“I’m not done with you.”
He moves over me and unties my wrists. He takes one and kisses the indentations of the strap, then does the same to the other. He positions himself at my entrance and enters me again. Without warning, he sits on the bed and pulls me up to him.
“Now wrap those legs around me and bounce on my dick. Use me. Take it out on me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. Scratch me. Bite me. Do whatever you want to me, baby. I know you have it in you.”
I can feel my pussy tighten around his dick at the permission to hurt him. I use his shoulder as an anchor, and I start to bounce on his dick.
“Oh fuck.” I’ve never had this power over anyone. I want more. My hands go to his hair, and I pull it back. I lick his neck. Then I leave a trail of bite marks up to his chin until I reach his lips. I kiss him and bite his lips. He hisses but doesn’t stop me.
“Why are you letting me hurt you?” I ask, moaning.
He groans in response. “I want to be the one you go to for everything. The pain, the pleasure—everything. The thought of you having that with someone else is making me reckless. Now be a good girl and hurt me.”
With one hand still pulling his hair, my other moves to his back. I scratch him, hard. So hard that I know I broke his skin, but he still doesn't stop me.
“More,” he begs.
I let go of his hair. I start to caress his chest as I slowly lift myself and slam onto him. My sharp nails dig into him. His eyes are hooded. I lean back and place both hands on the mattress. He looks down at the motion of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
“Grab my hips like a good boy.” I slam into him and lean my head back. My long blonde hair cascades down. The sound of our bodies slamming together is intoxicating. “Now rub my clit,” I order.
“Jesus,” he groans.
“Be a good boy and make me come all over that big dick of yours.”
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, but does what he’s told.
I can feel my orgasm peaking. “Miles, yes.” I feel him pulsing inside me. I come so hard I almost black out. The intensity of that was overwhelming. I look at Miles and see him smile. Then I look at his chest and see red running down. He pulls me up to him and kisses me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.” He pulls out of me, and I wince. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I want more.”
As soon as I stand on the floor, he lifts me by my thighs. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. “Good. Let me get you dirty in the shower.” He winks and walks us to the bathroom.
That’s what he does. He buries himself inside me. Fucking me against the cool tile wall. With my legs and arms wrapped around him. It’s as if I don’t weigh anything.
After the shower, he walks me to the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a cheese and a fruit platter. I look at him, confused, because that wasn’t there earlier.
“I bought it when I went to the store to buy the restraints,” he tells me, as if reading my mind.
“They also sell charcuterie boards?” I tease.
"Enough. Eat."
I’m too hungry to be prideful. We move to the couch, and I catch myself staring at the spot where he rested his head earlier. My face heats up.
"I’m available for that after dinner," he remarks, blunt as ever.
I toy with a grape. "What’s next?"
"Sleep," he says around a mouthful of apple. "We’re exhausted."
"This is a mistake," I whisper. "We hate each other."
He pauses. "I don't hate you. Just what you do."
I set the food aside. "I'm trying to get away from you. I don’t want to be your job anymore."
The mood shifts. Dark. Dangerous. "You’re not going anywhere. Eat, or I'll restrain you and feed you myself. We’ll figure out the rest."
I don’t have the fight left in me. I pick up a piece of food and eat. For once, not caring if he sees me stuff my mouth with food.