23. Raven #2
A shiver courses through me as I focus on my breathing. My entire body is buzzing with need. “Please, can I come?”
He bends down, his slick cock still wedged between my thighs as he hovers close to my ear. “You come when I allow it. For now, I want you trembling beneath me, thinking only about me. Pathetic for me. Worthless to others. Useless until I need a warm hole to fill. Can you do that for me?”
Sweet fucking Christ. Where has this man been hiding all my life? It’s an effort to contain my excitement as I speak. “Yes, Chief.”
“Such a good fucktoy.” He pinches my nipple hard.
“Oh, fuck.” Pain zips down my front as my eyes squeeze shut.
His tongue licks the shell of my ear as he whispers, “You showed me exactly how to please this incredible body.” He pinches harder, and I cry out. “But you also showed me exactly how to punish it. That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
I nod, unable to respond as I gulp in air.
“Clever girl.” He releases my nipple and pulls his hips back, his cock nearly gone before he shoves forward again, angling his hips so the tip of his dick slams into my clit. My back bows as I try to regain control. The sensation is intense, overwhelming.
“Keep still while I decide if you get to come or not,” he growls.
It takes everything in me to maintain my composure as he fucks through my slit.
“I.” Thrust. “Said.” Thrust. “Stay.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Still.” Thrust.
He pauses, his face close to my spine as he spits onto my back. “If a single drop of this drips off your back, you don’t get to come.”
“Yes, Chief,” I say quickly, relieved to have something else to focus on, something to center me so I don’t give in to the orgasm on the brink of overtaking me.
Then the heat of his body is gone, and his hands dig into my hips again. I focus on his fingertips, imagine the blood vessels bursting under the pressure of his grip, the red and purple colors mixing under my skin as the bruises form, while his hips slap my ass with each thrust.
“Fuck, you feel good like this.” His hand snakes into my hair as he pushes my face down into the spine of my book. “So fucking obedient when you shut that smart little mouth and do what you’re told.”
“I’m gonna come,” I cry as I try to hold it back, but squeezing my thighs together only makes the pleasure more intense.
“Don’t you dare. That orgasm belongs to me. I get to decide when and where it happens.”
“Yes—” I push against his thighs that are caging me in, trying to widen my legs as he delivers several more hard thrusts.
“Oh shit. Raven, fuck.” He pulls out and scrambles off the bed, panting. “Holy shit, that was close.”
I ache without his touch, and I push my ass toward him again, silently pleading with him for more.
“Fuck, Ray, I need a minute. That was hot. Why was that so hot?” It sounds like he’s pacing as he works to control his breathing.
My thighs are sticky with my arousal, my nipple is still pulsing slightly, and my clit is so sensitive I worry if I move an inch I will combust.
“I was so close. I almost ruined our first time together by blowing my load too soon. But you’re so fucking hot like that, it’s hard to control myself. I need to come inside you. I need to hold you while I fuck you for the first time. I need to calm down, so I last more than three goddamn pumps.”
I smile at the way he’s rambling.
“Can you look at me? Can we pause the dom stuff? Sorry if I’m fucking this up. I just need to see your gorgeous eyes. The ones that own me. The ones that silence the chaos in my brain. I need to know you’re okay.”
He’s standing over me, and I lift my gaze to him, blinking rapidly in the soft light.
“There’s my beautiful girl.” He cups my cheeks and bends down to press a kiss against each of my eyelids. “Was that okay?”
“Perfect.”
His shoulders relax. “Can I still direct the scene?”
“Please do.”
“Get on your back and spread your legs. I want you to watch me sink into this perfect fucking cunt for the first time.”
I flip over, and he grabs my thigh as he manhandles me into the exact position he wants. It’s impossible to look away as he grips the base of his shaft and lines it up with my opening.
“I love how obedient you are right now.” He places the tip against me, and I shift my hips, trying to force him in. He tsks. “Don’t move.”
Still gripping his cock, he pulls back, tapping it against my clit several times as the breath whooshes out of me.
Whoosh-whoosh. Whoosh-whoosh.
“Watch how beautifully you take me.” He pushes in, just the tip.
“Please, Sawyer. Please. I need more of you.”
Slowly, he sinks in further. “Look at how you stretch for me. Your greedy little pussy is so eager to swallow me. Look at how she glistens for me.”
“I couldn’t look away if I tried.”
His responding grin makes something flutter in my core. “You like when I smile at you, huh?”
“How could you possibly know that?” Is it written on my face?
“I felt the way your pussy fluttered when I did.”
He pulls back to the tip and thrusts in again hard. I reach for him, grabbing his shoulders as I wrap my arms around him, forcing him in deeper. “Yes. Like that. Need that.”
“I like it when you beg me.” His arms snake under my shoulders, and I lift slightly, pulling him closer.
“Just fuck me, moron.”
“Still begging, spitfire.”
I smile against his skin as his thrusts pick up, and my grip tightens on him. My skin tingles every place he touches. After years of being numb, feeling broken and hollow, I’m finally alive. And I don’t ever want it to end. “Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” he grunts as he nuzzles into my neck. “I need you to come, Ray. You feel too good, and I’m so close.”
“I’m close too. Just keep doing that. Oh fuck, right there,” I moan as his finger circles my clit.
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build.
Pleasure pricks every cell of my body, consuming all of my senses as I let go and fall over the edge, squeezing him tight as I grind my hips against his finger while he pounds into me.
“Fuck. Oh fuck! Yes. Gonna fill you with my cum. Take it, take it, ughhnnn, fuuuuck,” he growls into my ear as his body shudders against me.
We collapse onto the mattress as his full weight presses onto me, and I let out a heavy sigh, my eyes squeezing shut. His cock is still twitching inside me.
“Shit, sorry,” he says, pushing up. “I don’t want to crush you.”
I tighten my arms around his neck, hauling him down. “Hold me.”
“Shit. You need aftercare, don’t you?”
I nod against him.
“What do you need?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I need you to cuddle me. I don’t normally need to be held, but it feels like my body wants yours. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Look at me, Ray.”
His eyes are twinkling when I peer up at him. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that.” He leans down and kisses me, then rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m plastered to his side, one leg draped over him, the tip of his softening cock still nestled in my pussy.
My breathing evens out as I relax into him.
“I’ve never done this before.” His chest vibrates as he speaks, and I press my cheek against it as he continues.
“I mean, I’ve spanked someone, but not like that.
And I’ve talked dirty before, but not like that.
You bring out this side of me that I want to explore, and I love that it turns you on so much.
” His head pops up when I don’t respond. “It does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
“Very much so.”
He exhales. “Okay. Good.”
We lie there on the bed until his skin heats against mine and the sweat gathering forces me to detangle myself as I slide off his cock.
“Cuddle time is over?” He chuckles.
“It is.”
He pushes up on his elbow, an excited look on his face. “What do you need now? Water? Snacks? Words of praise?”
“Yes, please.”
The bed jostles as he climbs off and lumbers toward the bathroom. The faucet turns on and off as he fills a cup with water and pads back to the bed.
The house emits a loud clanging noise from deep in its underbelly, and I push up quickly, getting dizzy from the quick movement.
A wide-eyed Sawyer stares down at me, nearly spilling the cup as he hands it to me. “What the fuck was that?”
“I know what it’s not. It sounded like metal banging on the pipes. Turn the faucet on again.”
He follows my instructions, and we wait for the noise, but it never comes. Downing the water quickly, I push my way into the en suite and turn the faucet on and off several times, hoping to recreate the sound, but the house is silent.
“No one else is here, right?” Sawyer says, staring at me in the mirror.
“No. The kids are with the moms.”
He turns to me, a slight tremble in his voice. “I don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something idiotic, but I’m starting to think your house is actually haunted.”
“Whatever prank you’re trying to pull, you can cut it out.”
“I swear, it’s not me.”
Something in his eyes stops me from teasing him.
He’s actually terrified. I can tell he’s being sincere, that he truly believes these hauntings are real, but my intuition is screaming that they’re not.
I just haven’t figured out what could be causing them.
Based on his reaction, it’s clearly not him.
“Whatever. I’m going to take a shower,” I say as I push past him and turn on the hot water.
The room quickly fills with steam as I turn back to ask him if he’s joining me, but the look on his face stops me.
He’s staring at the mirror, mouth agape, hands trembling.
When I glance over to see what’s got his panties in a twist, there’s a message on the mirror in shaky block letters.
GET OUT.