Chapter 48
Mariyah
I hummed a light tune as I wiped a grey towel under my breasts, drying the last of the dampness off my skin in front of my bathroom mirror. After rubbing it once more around my neck, I splayed the towel to dry on the tall, metal radiator between the white sink and toilet.
Returning to the big, rectangular mirror above the basin, I pinched the clip in my twisted hair and dragged it out. I sat it next to a little blue remote on the slim glass shelf attached to the mirror and took my time finger-combing the light tangles from my hair.
I grinned at myself in the mirror, feeling confident, powerful, gorgeous, and still aroused as fuck. I checked out my naked body one last time, then nodded, satisfied. But I paused on my way to the door, nearly leaving behind the most important thing.
“Can’t forget you,” I murmured as I swiped up the little blue remote from the shelf.
The hot buzz of excitement riding the zipline of my spine built up in speed and ferocity in the four steps that took me to the door. I exited the bathroom into the short, lit-up corridor, my thumb brushing oh-so-softly over the flat, cog-like knob on the little remote.
I curled my smirking bottom lip into my mouth as I nudged it anticlockwise towards the minus sign. Then took the three steps towards my bedroom on the left and halted.
Fingers on the handle, tipping my head towards the white wood of the door, I rotated the flat knob the opposite way to the plus sign. All the way.
A rough yelp echoed from inside my room.
Hot jolts of power and pleasure reverberated through my body.
I counted to ten, then turned the dial the other way. Counted again and turned it up.
Up. Down. Up. Down, all the way. And up again.
“Fuck.” The hoarse roar burst through the fibres of my bedroom door.
Shit, I couldn’t wait any longer. I desperately needed to witness the mess I’d made of him. See the faces he made when I toyed with him in 3D. Hear his moans and cries from close up.
Watch him beg at my feet.
Knowing the vision of him was going to wreck me forever, I took a second to brace myself before heading in.
My bedroom wasn’t anywhere near as big as the rooms in any palace, but it was still spacious. A queen-sized bed draped in yellow and white dotted bedsheets was tucked in the top left corner with a bedside cabinet and two windows spaced equally apart and covered in grey bespoke shutters along the same wall. A three-door cupboard with a mirror sat on the right with a chest of drawers, and on the other side, opposite my bed, was a two-metre by two-metre bookcase.
Right in the centre of the grey carpeted floor, by the side of my bed, was my gorgeous dickhead.
Kneeling shirtless.
Hands bound behind his back with a dark blue scarf.
Torso hunched forward, trembling. Sweat glistening on his golden skin under the yellow lighting.
He dropped his stare from the ceiling when he heard me enter. His gritted teeth came apart. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glazed, bright, ferocious. Pleading .
And my pulse fell so hard and heavy between my naked thighs I nearly groaned.
“Mar—Mariyah— Mariyah ,” he choked out so huskily it was barely above a whisper.
Oh fuck…
With a blind push, I shut the door behind me and sauntered slowly to the bed, both to take my time looking him over and to ensure my knees didn’t give out under the consuming arousal.
“Mariyah.”
I sat myself with the laziness of a cat at the edge of my bed before him, the cool sheets teasing my hot skin. Thighs just slightly spread, one leg stretched out, palms braced on either side of my hips, I skated my gaze down his glistening neck and heaving torso, lingering on his bulging biceps, the tattoo over his heart, and the rippling muscle of his abdomen painted in dark hairs.
All the way to where his black slacks were zipped open. Pulled wide apart. Boxers tucked under the thick, hard length of his cock jutting up against the gorgeous cut of his stomach.
Pulsing. Giving little twitches that tallied with the pained winces on his face.
Matched by the intensity of the vibrating love egg wrapped around his dick like a pretty blue bow.
Controlled with the remote in my hand.
Tracing the smears and drips of pre-cum across his lower belly and down his dick, I hungrily licked between my lips. What I would have given to get down on my knees and drag my tongue across his skin, swiping up every drop of his salty taste. If he was a good boy, maybe I would.
“Oh, Sheri,” I purred and cocked my chin. “Look at the mess you’ve made all over yourself.” I tutted him for his naughty behaviour as I toyed back and forth with the remote dial.
He gave an adorable little jerk, the pulsing vibrations of the toy harmonising with his choked breath. “Mariyah—Mar—please.”
Insanity burned at the back of my eyes, thriving off the thrill of teasing him, as I smiled mockingly at his pathetic expression. “It almost looks like you came already.” I arched a stern brow. “Though I specifically told you not to. And I’m gonna be pissed if you couldn’t even obey such a simple command.” Turning the vibrator all the way up, I leaned towards him. “Did you come without permission, Sheri?”
Pre-cum slid down the twitching crown of his dick as a hoarse whimper flooded out from his mouth. The noise sent two opposing magnets colliding inside me, creating a shower of breathtaking sparks.
He shook his head so fucking earnestly, my heart clenched. “No, no, I didn’t—I didn’t. But…” His glazed eyes crinkled at the corners. “I want to. I want to— please . I can’t hold it—I can’t—”
My narrowed stare cut him off. “Where was the question in that sentence? Because I didn’t hear it.”
He swayed forward. “May I—may I come? Please, please, Mariyah. Please .”
Oh, fuck…
I eased towards him, hypnotised by the whining way he beckoned me, and turned the vibrator low. “You plead so beautifully, Sheri,” I whispered as I traced two fingers down the line of sweat from his temple. I dropped one finger as I grazed through the hairs on his jaw and tucked a digit under his chin. “Maybe I should let you…”
“Please.”
“Hmm…” I nudged his chin higher. “Are you sorry for being a bad boy?”
He bobbed his head against the tip of my finger. “I am. I am—I’m sorry.”
I slid to the edge of the mattress. “You promise to behave for me too?”
“I promise.”
“Good boy.” I kneeled in the space between his legs, and he sagged towards me, nuzzling his jaw fully into my palm. “Go on, Sheri.” I turned the vibrator all the way up before dropping the remote by my thigh. His gasp sang to the tune of its buzzing noise before he hissed through clenched teeth as I wrapped my free fist around his cock. “Show me how gorgeous you look when you come for me.”
I slid my palm with ease up his thick, sticky length, swiping over his tip and down to meet the love egg, my skin tingling from the vibrations. Shehryar’s heady expression screwed in, and he let out a succession of short, hoarse sounds, his head weighing heavy in my hand.
“Mar—” He choked on a breath as I squeezed a little tighter on my drag up. “Fuck, I—fuck…Mar—”
He turned his mouth into my palm and roared out a curse as his whole body locked up. His cock jerked as he came in hot spurts all over my fist and his own stomach. And fuck, the way he trusted me to hold him and ground him in that moment, his contorted expression, the way his dazed eyes didn’t quite leave my face, became the most beautiful core memory.
When he winced in discomfort, I released his dick and swiped up the remote. I switched the vibrator off, and he slumped further against me, his damp forehead gently knocking into mine.
“Fuck…you’re—you’re evil, little menace,” he rasped through panting breaths.
I chuckled as I dropped the remote. “Don’t you forget it,” I replied and slipped my other hand away from his jaw to use both hands to unwrap the toy from around him. He gave a slight, sensitive jerk when I first touched him, but the love egg fell into my fingers and rolled off onto the carpet.
Then I angled my face, and he must’ve sensed it from my movement, because he lifted his head, and our mouths met in a slow, soothing, timeless kiss. He weighed forward with a little gruff breath, bending me back and lavishing a sucking tug on my bottom lip as his hands came up to frame my jaw.
The cogs in my mind stuttered under the confusing sensation, slowing the eager movement of my mouth. But roughened fingers urged my chin higher even as his kiss turned into a string of pecks.
Something ain’t right here…
My brows pinched as I tried to figure out what was amiss.
I felt Shehryar’s lips slowly rise in a lopsided smile between two long pecks, the pads of his fingers tickling just under my ears. One single chuckle bubbled from him.
Wait!
Eyes flying wide, I ripped away and found myself blinking into his wicked, dancing stare. Hands that had moments ago been bound behind his back were un-fricking- bound and cupping my face.
My swollen lips parted further. “How did you…”
“You have a habit of forgetting that I’m a trained soldier, little menace,” he purred, dragging one thumb down the central line of my neck. “You were never going to keep me restrained for long with such a basic knot.”
Oh, yeah…
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
His smirk widened as he circled his whole hand around my throat. “Fuck, indeed.” He leaned into me like he was going to kiss me but stopped short. “It’s my turn now.”
Double fuck.
“Up.” He jerked himself into a crouch and higher, forcing me to stagger upright with him.
I saw the quickest glimpse of the discarded gauze scarf behind him before he gave me a shove by the throat. It was enough to send me tipping backwards. I landed on the duvet with a sharp inhale, the other toy I’d taken out, a box of tissues and bottle of lube bouncing on the mattress with me.
Shehryar loomed over me at the edge of the bed like a half-naked, sweaty warrior about to conquer his stolen bride. Eyes piercing, dark, and ferocious. Stance restless.
His dick was still semi-hard. Or again…
Anticipation jabbed through my clit as I gaped between his sticky groin and wild stare. He bent forward and gripped one of my ankles.
“She—ri!” My voice turned into a squeak when he flipped me onto my stomach. He snuck his hands under my thighs, yanking me back down the mattress. I scraped my nails into the duvet for purchase.
He lifted my lower half slightly onto my knees while I was still disorientated, my hair curtaining my vision. I flicked my chin to the left, knocking the strands away, wanting to look back at him, but—
Slap . A choked noise cracked against the back of my teeth as he clipped me hard across one arse cheek. I cried out as he did the same to the other side, harder, the sound and sensation meaner. No doubt leaving a bright red handprint on my pale olive skin.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned and landed two more harsh spanks on my arse.
While the sting was still fresh, he curved one arm under my thigh and squeezed my derriere in the vicious grip of both hands. Luscious pain had my eyes rolling and mouth hanging open. He spread me apart, and fuck, I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his feverish gaze scouring my intimate area, feel his hunger in the way his breath quickened.
“Your pretty cunt is still so fucking wet for me,” he purred, his low voice snapping up the rubber band tied between my belly and clit. “Did you like teasing me that much, little menace?”
I bit my lip and nodded without glancing back. “Fuck yes.”
He puffed out a single breathy laugh. “Good.” His beard tickled my sensitive skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inner side of my arse, right by my throbbing sex. “Because I loved it too.” He kissed lower, and I eagerly wiggled my knees further apart, needing him closer. More . “I loved the way you looked at me when I begged.” He kissed the other side. “The way you called me a ‘ good boy.’ Fuck, that made my dick ache so much.” And lower, so fucking close to my clit. “And the way you touched me and made me come so hard all over myself nearly killed me; I couldn’t fucking see straight.”
“Sheri,” I whined, loving the way he was listing how good he’d felt but hating that he wasn’t touching me where I wanted him to at the same time. The frustration was curdling my patience, and I couldn’t wait any longer—didn’t want to.
But before I could even make another sound, he set his mouth over my clit, skipping right past any gentle coaxing, and sucked it into his mouth in a long, lavishing tug. My stomach bottomed out as I gasped up at the ceiling. A groan rumbled from the back of his throat and shook through me, flashing white stars before my eyes. I pushed back, desperate for those stars to become a permanent fixture in my vision. But he pulled off, dragging a licking suck back across my derriere.
“No,” I groaned in frustration. “Shehryar, please.”
He slapped my arse cheek hard enough to make me hiss. “Don’t fucking try to rush me, little menace.”
Gone was the whimpering, flushed submissive who looked so pretty on his knees. Kneeling behind me, his eyes piercing into my soul, was the possessed, orgasm-whispering man who liked being called Daddy. The one who was equal parts generous and deadly.
His voice softened as he caressed his hand up and down the sides of my thighs. “I want to take my time eating your cunt and arse before I fuck them both. And if I’m going to take my time, I need my beautiful menace to be comfortable. So stretch out for me however you like—do you want a pillow?”
“I think I can reach.” I strained my right arm and snagged the fatter of my two pillows from the corner. I tucked it lengthwise under my body from my rib cage up, leaving enough space to rest my chin against. I sagged atop it, cuddling into it, knowing I’d need the support with the kind of sweet way Shehryar was talking—he was planning to wreck me within an inch of my life.
Then I grabbed the small, rectangular cushion I kept at the side of my bed and whipped it around to offer it to him. “For your old knees.”
“Old?” he echoed with a playful scowl but took the cushion.
I let him catch a glimpse of my smirk before angling away. “You heard me— Daddy .”
He let out a slow, growled breath while he shuffled around. “You just love being a brat, don’t you?”
So, so much.
But I didn’t say it aloud. Instead, I smugly swiped my tongue between my teeth as I gathered my hair over my other shoulder, tucking my left cheek into the edge of the pillow. But when he caressed the roughened pads of his hands over and under my arse, anchoring one arm around me, my impudence wavered like a flag in the wind, knowing I was about to face his onslaught of dragged-out orgasms.
“I’m going to show you exactly why you love it so much,” he grated before burying his face between my legs.
Without any visuals of what he was doing, my nerves and senses worked overtime, intensifying the flood of prickling warmth as he rolled his tongue around my clit. He didn’t let me float leisurely amongst endless bubbles of pleasure. He built it up, sucked slow and determined, popping each one into flashes of whizzing sparklers. And then he licked through my fluttering sex, and down, and sucked, and teased, and whispered dirty praises and promises, and drove me fucking insane.
I was panting, hands clawing at my bedding, teetering on the verge of an orgasm when he replaced the swipes of his tongue with the pad of his thumb and licked his way up higher and higher. My lungs collapsed in, knowing where his destination was. But just before he tongued the puckered bud of my arsehole, he lifted his face and spat right over it.
I gasped as a dozen gasoline-soaked arrows launched into the fire burning in my middle. Fuck…
That wasn’t supposed to be arousing, but why was it the sexiest fucking thing ever?
“Look at you fucking twitching,” he groaned as he pulled my arse wider apart. “You like being spat on, little menace?”
The blood rising to the surface of my skin stung hotter. “I shouldn’t,” I breathed out, trying to convince myself more than I was answering him.
“But you do. Because you love being a dirty little slut for Daddy.” My pussy throbbed as the slow trickle of his spit slid between my crease. “Having all your holes played with. Being spat on. You’re shameless in claiming your pleasure, and it’s fucking stunning.”
Some filthy, wanton sense of pride swelled low inside me and put pressure on the ecstasy throbbing to a peak. “Shut up and do it again.”
He huffed out a chuckle. “Such a demanding little brat.” But he indulged me anyway and spat over my arsehole again.
I moaned, lusty and unabashed. “Fuck, yes.”
Shehryar groaned in reply. “You drive me fucking insane, Mariyah.”
And then he swiped his tongue up the trail of spit and rolled it over and around my rear hole. Pressing, moaning, tasting like he was savouring the experience. All the while, he kept moving his thumb in steady, purposeful circles over my clit.
I melted. Literally. My nerves tingled and vibrated with so much energy, they warmed my muscles to squidgy, boneless putty and my knees slipped wider, pressing me deeper into the pillow.
“Fuck, Sheri,” I half moaned, half whimpered. He replied with a shuddering exhale, prodding the flat of his tongue with more pressure, and my mind went blank.
I wasn’t embarrassed to say it didn’t take long for me to climax, crying and clinging on to the duvet as every fibre in my body trembled while Shehryar kept up his leisurely, sloppy tonguing.
“Good girl,” he whispered between two slow swirling licks. “Such a good girl for coming for me.”
But he didn’t let up. Because he was just getting started.
He slid his thumb off my sensitive clit, only to dip one thick finger into my still-quaking cunt. He’d just about thrust it out slowly before a second finger joined, the delicious stretch and friction zinging like shooting stars through my muscles. He curled them down, rubbing over a spot that made my thighs spasm, and set his mouth back over my arsehole with his thumb on my clit again, throwing my pleasure straight back onto a springing trampoline.
When he had me panting and rocking into his mouth and fingers again, Shehryar rolled his tongue around my rear hole one last time before easing back. Through hazy eyes, I caught him snatch up the small bottle of lube, then heard the flick of the lid. He moved almost lazily, in bloody slow motion as he drizzled the clear liquid over my throbbing back entrance. My heart was running a mile a minute in anticipation as the cool gel oozed and trickled against my tingling skin.
He finally dropped the bottle and caught the sticky substance on the tip of one blunt finger as he circled and teased and tested me with gentle nudges, and nothing but gentle fucking nudges.
“Sheri,” I groaned. “Put it in. Put your finger in.”
I was quickly reaching my limit, soon to lose my fucking mind, wanting desperately to come and to scream at him to screw prep; I just wanted him to shove the pink dildo in my eyeline straight into my arse so I could shatter, implode. I needed something, anything to fill the hollow ache in me that seemed painfully unquenchable at that point.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck this pretty ass first,” the taunting, mean, controlling dickhead whispered as he pulsed his finger against the ring of muscle without quite penetrating it.
I scrunched my face up to the ceiling, struggling to think and form words as coiling pleasure began erasing my cognitive ability. “I don’t care—I don’t fucking care! Just fuck it, you dickhead. Please, please.” I whimpered as I dropped my cheek back against the pillow, a liquid blur robbing me of my vision. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. I want it in my ass. Whatever you give me. Your fingers, your dick, the fucking dildo—I want the dildo. I want it in my ass and pussy at the same time. Just fill me up, Sheri. Make me feel full. Make it hurt so good. Make it rough. Please, just give it to me.”
There was a second of absolute silence…then the pressure of his finger intensified. Quickly. Breaching the softened muscle. Pushing the cool lube in. Stretching my arse. Filling it all the way to the knuckle.
And he didn’t stop.
He dragged his finger in a callous, forceful pump. Then another. And another, working the lube into me, making my arse accommodate him while his fingers kept filling my cunt in alternate thrusts. Into my arse, out of my pussy. In, out. In, out. In, out . Harder as he rubbed my clit faster.
“I’m gonna—Sheri, I’m, fuck, I’m—”
“Come,” he snarled.
A rope of molten metal lassoed around my belly. My eyes crossed, legs locked up, and I shattered apart on a hoarse, choked sound. An otherworldly light swirled like a kaleidoscope in my vision as my lungs withered to nonexistence under the burning high.
Shehryar refused to let my lungs recover. He refused to let me come down from oblivion.
“Sheri,” I sobbed, trying to claw and wriggle away from his fingers, still moving, still torturing me with swipes across my oversensitive clit. But either I was too weak, or I didn’t actually want to escape the discomfort of too much pleasure because I barely moved. “Shehryar! It’s too much, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he rasped, softening the pressure of his thumb, but his fingers kept filling me. “You can take it.” In, out. “I know you can, menace.” In, out. “Can’t you, hmm?” In, out. “Please. For me.”
Bastard! Asshole! Dickhead! That wasn’t fair.
He knew I was weak to his pleading, a fucking cube of ice lying on tarmac on a hot summer’s day. He was using it against me. It was manipulation in its most base form.
And it set off a fluttering tornado of butterflies in my middle.
“I hate you,” I whined, rocking back into his fingers. “I hate you so much.”
I felt the broad shape of his satisfied grin as he settled the bottom half of his face into the softness of my backside. “I know.” His muffled words were followed by a kiss. “But can you spread your ass for me so I can show you how much I like you, my menace?”
The butterflies squealed his name, and all minor fractures of frustration marring my bones healed instantaneously. Without shame or complaint, I braced on my shoulders and cheek and reached back with both hands to pull my arse apart.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Just like that. So fucking beautiful.”
He fingered me in alternate pumps for a few more breaths before he slipped his fingers out of my cunt and gripped high up on my thigh just under my own hand.
I felt the testing swipe of an additional finger against my rear entrance before he dragged the other one out and braced both digits against the stretched ring of muscle. “Breathe out for me, Mariyah.”
I did as I was told, and he pushed gradually, increasingly, relieving some pressure, then pressing more. There was an instant where it didn’t seem like his two fingers were going to fit in, just a split second…before they punctured through. And kept going.
My back dipped into an arch as I moaned, mouth falling open the further he pushed his fingers. He moved steadily but didn’t stop to give me a second to get used to the odd, too-full sensation. But I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want his mercy, only his domination. I could take it.
“That’s it, little menace,” he crooned as his knuckles pressed between my arse. “Well done.” I whined his name, and he laid a kiss over the small of my back. “How does it feel, hmm?”
I choked on a mewl as he pushed his fingers back in, pressing further, rocking the tips against my insides. “Full. So full, but in the best way.”
“Yeah?” He laid another kiss on my arse cheek. “You look full too in the best way, and it’s fucking gorgeous.” He pressed in with a little more force. “But I need you to tell me if it hurts, and we’ll take this slower. I’ll switch back to one finger.”
“No,” I sobbed out, shaking my head aggressively. “Don’t switch. Don’t you fucking dare, Sheri. It’s so good.” My words came out gritted as he drove in harder. “More. Give me more.”
“Fuck,” he said through a growled breath. “Anything for you, little menace.”
Without warning, he shoved two fingers back into my sopping wet cunt at the same time as thrusting his fingers deep into my arse.
And I shrieked, eyes squeezed shut as molten blades of pleasure shredded my belly to ribbons.
He pulled out and plunged into both holes at the same time, no longer giving me any momentary reprieve with alternating thrusts but forcing me to feel how he was ramming me full. He lit match after match under each ribboned segment inside me. Harder. Faster. Until I could no longer hold on to my arse with both hands and desperately clawed at the duvet with one set of fingers.
“Fuck, just listen to you—just look at you,” he rasped with a menacingly amused snarl lacing his words. “You’re moaning and shaking like a such greedy fucking whore.” He scissored his fingers in my arse, and I cried out at the bittersweet stretch. “Your ass is getting nice and loose, and this pussy—this stunning pussy won’t stop weeping.” As if my body wanted to prove his point, loud squelches followed his series of jerking thrusts into me. “If I touch your clit, will you come again? Will you scream for Daddy?”
“Please, please, please,” I chanted, unable to get any other word past my bared teeth.
He moaned, long and low. “I should’ve done this sooner. Should’ve fucked you years ago.”
The moment he pressed his thumb over my throbbing clit, I knew it was all over. But when he wiggled it from side to side, I swore my life flashed before my eyes. I was convinced the spiralling snowball of my orgasm was going to knock me flat and out forever. It nearly did.
My climax turned the lights off behind my eyes, or maybe I squeezed them shut, as I sobbed and shook violently for the longest eternity I’d ever experienced in my sexually active lifespan. It didn’t seem like it was ever going to end. But for once, Shehryar’s fingers slowed, allowing me to slip back down through the afterquakes until I was gooey and unresponsive before stopping altogether.
The loud wet sound as he took all four fingers out of me should’ve been humiliating, but I was seeing four blurred versions of my own hand and didn’t have the brain power to care that I was probably wetting the duvet.
I barely even registered the hissed string of curses behind me before Shehryar grated, “I need to fuck you. I need to be inside you. Now. Right fucking now.”
The mattress sank at the edge from the pressure of two hands as the looming heat of him grew taller. There came a quick rustle of fabric being shoved down and off, then he ripped the pillow under me to the side, replacing it with the trunk of his arm. I was dragged up diagonally on the mattress, his movements jagged and rushed, with the pillow aligned horizontally under my pelvis. Then he climbed over me, his knees on either side of mine as I tucked my hair back over one shoulder again.
He pressed heavily on the curve of my back with one palm as his other hand landed by my upper arm. His hot, desperate mouth kissed and licked over my shoulder, nipping at my damp skin, moving higher until his tongue was lapping at the pulse just under my ear, chanting encore, encore, encore to my arousal. Not that it had drifted remotely far anyway. It had been standing right behind the curtain, eagerly waiting for his next signal.
I moaned, tipping my head as far to the side as humanly possible. I wanted to spread my knees wider too so he knew I was ready for his pounding, but his bracketing legs had restricted my movement. I whined in frustration. “Sheri.”
He let my skin slowly slip from the suction of his lips before sighing into my ear. “Are you sure you still have enough energy to take my dick, my beautiful menace?” His hand on my back stroked lower with each word.
“Yes,” I said, flicking a glare over my shoulder. “What kind of dumb question is tha—”
The head of his fat cock hooked into my entrance.
He pressed forward, weighing his pelvis against mine, and my words turned into a shuddering gasp as every inch of his dick buried into me with an easy, slick slide. And fuck, he felt so fucking big, so snugly fit, rubbing a sensitive patch of nerves inside me that made short-circuiting sparks light up through my lower half.
“Fuck,” we both grated at the same time.
Shehryar braced his hand on the duvet, his wide body caging me in, and I braced my head back against his shoulder. He lowered his face to the side of mine as he drew his hips back, the sweet friction stealing a whimper from me…
And slammed right back into me, hitting me so good and deep and hard, my thighs shook, toes curled, and eyes popped wide.
I mewled as he groaned in my ear, “Fuck, yes.” And then he plunged into me again, blinding me with white-hot flashes of ecstasy. “This is the best way to shut you up, isn’t it?” He silenced my cry of his name with another hard thrust. “To stop you from being a mouthy brat.” Harder yet, and I swore I could feel him in my stomach. “Besides gagging you on my dick, hmm?” Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Shehryar,” I choked out, struggling to find pockets of air between the pleasure drowning my lungs.
He pressed his parted lips to my cheek in what felt like a kiss, but his mouth didn’t seem to be cooperating the way he wanted it to. “But it’s also the best way to show you what you do to me.” Thrust . “How much you mean to me.” Thrust . “How you fucking own me.” He paired his thrust with another open-mouthed kiss. “Because you do, Mariyah. You own my body”— thrust —“my head”—thrust — “and my fucking heart too.” Thrust !
“Shehryar, shut up,” I cried out, thrumming like a livewire. I sobbed out between clenched teeth immediately after as he drilled into me. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please .”
He was doing it again. He was spouting adorable, heartfelt words while bullying me with his dick. Placing his trust, his heart, himself in my hands and choking me with his own. Revering me like he was taking his last breath while viciously dragging me down to the swirling pits of insanity with him.
And I loved it. It was my ultimate weakness. It did fluttering things to my belly, heart, and pussy all at once. It made me want to drown in him, soar with him, run from him just so he’d chase me and pin me down and force me to feel the weight of his feelings.
The growing pleasure was equal parts thrilling and terrifying, becoming too much too quickly, but I couldn’t escape it, couldn’t convince him to slow down, couldn’t convince myself to want him to.
“But I need you to know, little menace,” Shehryar purred. “I need to tell you because I want to own you too. I want to own you like you own me.” My head fell forward in an attempt to escape his onslaught, but he skimmed his mouth across the back of my head, pressing his lips into my hair. “Please, Mariyah.” His whisper prickled over my scalp. “I won’t fuck up again, won’t hurt you, won’t break any promises. Let me own you. Be mine. Let me be your boyfriend again.”
His pounding thrusts, the friction of the pillow against my swollen clit, his desperate words—they were speeding me towards another climax. And yet it didn’t seem like I was ever going to reach the highest peak of pleasure when my arse was throbbing hollow with bitter jealousy.
“Sheri—Shehryar,” I mewled. “Put the toy in my ass. Now. Shehryar, now .”
“Say I can be your boyfriend again. I need to hear you say it, little menace. Then I’ll fuck you in every way we both want. Please. Say it. Let me hear it. I’m begging you.”
Bullshit! The dickhead wasn’t begging. He was fucking cornering me, pouting with puppy-dog eyes while holding a knife to my throat. But I didn’t wish to be trapped anywhere else or in any other way.
“You can be my boyfriend,” I got out desperately. “You can—you are. You’re mine.”
I couldn’t tell if he shuddered or if it was just me shaking. “And I own you too?” he said.
I nodded as much as I could with his forehead pinned to the back of my hair. “You do—you do.”
“Thank you, Mariyah,” he rasped and kissed my hair. “Thank you for being mine.”
Fucking Neves, he was genuinely trying to overdose me on pleasure, wasn’t he?
Shehryar halted the sharp rhythm of his hips as he leaned back on his knees, giving me what felt like too few seconds to recover from his sweet torment while he grabbed the bottle of lube and toy.
“Lift your hips higher,” he said, and I shuffled my trembling knees closer in, angling my chest down and pelvis up. “That’s it.” One large hand swept my hair aside and penned my nape to the mattress. “Now tell me the safe word.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.” The slippery, smooth nudge of the toy had me letting out a stifled breath, but he shushed me soothingly. “I won’t let it hurt, Mariyah, and you can stop anytime you want to.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I could hear the lusty smirk in his voice. “Take slow, deep breaths for me again.”
I did. And the push of the dildo grew more insistent as he teasingly ground his dick inside me in small circles. I choked on a sharp inhale as the head of the toy abruptly slipped through, leaving me feeling impossibly full for several seconds as Shehryar held it perfectly still inside me.
“More?” he rasped, gently rocking the dildo.
I nodded. “More.”
He fed me another inch, paused again, then eased it further in before questioning my level of comfort and giving me two more.
“Last inch, Mariyah,” Shehryar said, caressing his thumb over my pulse. “You’re doing so well.”
I was twitching and throbbing from my head right down to my toes in sync with my erratic heartbeat, so hyperfixated on the rub and stretch of my pussy and arse being filled that my vision kept unfocusing and focusing again like a camera lens. It felt like my lungs were being remoulded to fit both his dick and the toy, but I burned for more, arched and whined for him to move quicker.
He pushed the last inch in, and I clawed at the duvet as I buried my face in it and let out a long groan while he purred praise after praise behind me. “Such a good girl, so fucking perfect. You took it so well. I’m so proud of you.” My inner muscles clenched with pride and excitement as he gently rocked the toy. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me. Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
I turned my head to the side. “Yes. Please, Daddy.”
“Rub your clit for me then,” he said, stroking his hand around my nape down my spine. “And come whenever you want. There’s no pressure. I just want you to enjoy yourself, baby.”
Bloody Neves, he called me baby. He fucking called me baby.
And it sent cannonballs of delight shooting up my middle.
“Call me baby again,” I demanded with urgency as I suddenly found the strength to brace myself on one palm. “Call me baby again.”
“Baby,” he whispered thickly, fingers rolling the base of the dildo as he slid his cock out of my greedy pussy. “Baby.” On his inward thrust, my other hand found my swollen clit, and I moaned so loudly. “You’re mine, baby.” He pulled at the dildo, easing it out of me. “You’ve always been mine.”
One inch out of my arse was traded for a full thrust into my sex. That one inch went back in, and his dick slipped out. Then again. A third time. He took out more of the toy and drove it back in, building up inch by inch until he was slamming the full length of both the toy and his dick into me while his other hand used my hair like a handle.
I had never felt so deliriously good in my life; hearts of lust and adoration burned like neon lights in the back of my eyes as I cried shamelessly to the point I didn’t recognise my own voice. But neither had I ever heard Shehryar so feral before, growling and panting above me like a fucking beast. So every time my clit started tingling from an impending orgasm, I stopped rubbing it, just so I could hear him for longer, make this last longer, feel him fuck me in both holes harder.
I hadn’t really considered that he’d realise and be pissed off about it until he gave a harsh yank on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. I cried out as bittersweet sparks scattered over my skull.
“Stop fucking edging yourself, Mariyah,” he barked, driving the dildo and his dick into me viciously. I shrieked, and he just did it again. “Let yourself come.”
“I don’t want to,” I sobbed through my teeth. “I don’t want—don’t want this to end yet.”
“It will end if you don’t put your fingers back on your clit, because I’m going to stop.” As if to establish his threat was a very real one, he dragged the dildo out right to the tip and waited a painfully empty second to plunge it back in.
“No,” I cried, and in a panic, jerked my fingers back over my clit. “I won’t stop, so don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to feel you holding back again,” he gritted out.
So I didn’t hold back. I stopped fighting the inevitable of drowning in the ocean of pleasure he was suffocating me under, and the next time the wave rose before me, I let it crash over me, through me so far deep it stained my soul irrevocably. I shook as my lungs filled with it, unable to make a sound as my mouth hung open and a flood of sensation washed the blood to the surface of my skin.
My orgasm had hardly reached its end when Shehryar let out a deep, raw growl and plastered his damp chest to my back. He startled my hand out from under me as he weighed me down, and I braced my sticky fingers against the mattress as I gasped his name. But he had already cuffed his palms around each of my wrists, pinning my hands flat the way he pinned my body.
“Again,” was all he rumbled into my ear before he smacked his pelvis against mine.
If I thought he’d been crushing my lungs before…well, I learnt the true meaning of having my lungs crushed right then.
Without any hands, with the pillow under my hips, he pounded his dick and the toy into the deepest, deadliest part of me where it hurt as much as it felt incredible. I didn’t know where one thrust ended and the other began, didn’t know if I was floating or still drowning. I couldn’t tell if it was his vicious thrusts or his weight tying my lungs tight in twine.
“Sheh—Shehryar! Shehr—” I mewled the moment I got an ounce of oxygen.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled with his mouth covering my ear, igniting sparks all down my neck. “You’re mine.” His tone grew darker, deeper, the wet sounds of our fucking sloppier. “You’re fucking mine. My menace. My girlfriend. Mine. You’re mine, Mariyah.”
There was no reply to that. No reply I could get out, actually. Even his possessive words didn’t last long. They turned into rough, open-mouthed grunts that drove me to the edge again.
“I can’t—Sher, I can’t.” I shook my head rapidly, knowing it was coming but unable to fathom how.
He nodded in reply. “You can, you can, you will. You’re going to come with me. You are.”
I was going to, not because I was trying to, but because every rapid movement was rocking my clit against the pillow, and the friction caused my thighs to instinctively lock up in preparation.
“That’s it, that’s it—fuck.” He choked on air as a drop of sweat dripped onto my shoulder. “Menace—baby—come for me.”
I hated the way it seemed like he had command over my body. I didn’t. I wanted to hate it. But how could I when he said “come,” and my body went “okay, Daddy”?
I exploded with a sharp yelp, and Shehryar buried his face in my neck and roared, filling my pussy to the brim with endless spurts of hot cum until we both collapsed, absolutely spent and broken.
The entire room spun around me as my ears rang with the sound of rushing blood. Neither of us could catch our breaths or move, but eventually, Shehryar weakly slipped his cock out of me and slid half off me, his face right by mine, cheeks flushed, and eyes ridiculously glazed.
One corner of his mouth quirked in an exhausted, stunning smile as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from my temple, and my heart hiccupped so fucking hard.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I blinked dumbly at his absurd question. “You know you’re actually a dickhead,” I croaked.
He huffed out a rough, laughing sound, and his mouth tipped higher, flashing sharp, white canines. “Right back at you, menace.”
Once upon a time, I would have wanted to sock him in his smug face.
Right then? I rolled my eyes, reluctantly returning his tired smile, before I shuffled closer to press a long, slow peck to his beautiful smile.