Chapter Sixteen #2
I do as he says, but take my time. I crawl up the middle of the king-size mattress, my knees sinking into the soft bedding.
He hisses again, and I can feel the burn of his gaze over my body.
I peek over my shoulder to watch him bite his fist. I want him to take control of me, but in doing so, he looks on edge.
Hungry. Ready to pounce. I turn around, leaning back against the plump, soft pillows.
My nipples are hard, my sex aching. I wait for his instructions as a flutter of nerves swoop through my stomach.
“Spread,” he demands.
My legs fall apart almost instantly. His tone, his voice, he even looks different. He’s still Austin, my Austin, but it’s like he’s been holding back. Allowing me to think I’ve been in control this whole time when really he’s been the one pulling the strings.
His eyes drop down to my pussy, and he licks his lips. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he circles the bed, eyes roaming my body like he doesn’t know where to start.
I’m throbbing, my pussy weeping with desire but he’s taking too long.
I pinch my nipples, then let one hand inch down my stomach until I reach my center.
There’s no resistance as I push two fingers inside myself.
Pulling them back out, I circle my clit a few times and then draw my fingers up to my mouth.
All color has left his eyes, his pupils as wide and dark as humanly possible.
His chin dips, and he swallows hard like his mouth has been watering just at the sight of me.
He’s stopped moving now, his focus solely on my fingers.
I slip them between my lips and let my tongue roll between them, catching every last drop of my arousal. I moan; the tangy taste is unexpectedly sweet.
Austin pounces, finally . His head is in between my thighs, his tongue swiping instantly in one swoop from ass to clit.
I cry out, my back arching, thighs spasming.
I instinctively dig my heels in, pushing back from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me, but his arms loop under my legs, and he pulls me back to his mouth by my hips.
“You’re fucking delicious, baby. No wonder you couldn’t resist tasting yourself,” he says before lapping his tongue against me. With one hand, he pushes two thick fingers between my lips and curls them, hitting the rough-textured spot inside me perfectly.
He’s relentless, unforgiving, and the second he hums against my clit, sucking it in with the slightest hint of teeth, I’m done for.
I rock my hips against his face, my fingers at the back of his head, smothering him with my pussy.
If he can’t breathe, he doesn’t let it show.
He picks up the pace, rocking in tandem with the ebb and flow of my hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out, reaching for the headboard, trying to ground myself.
The head of The Unseen is between my legs.
The man I kidnapped and chained to my basement is in between my legs.
He’s lapping me up like I’m his last meal.
Like it’s his life’s purpose to be here right now in this moment with me.
And he’s not even undressed. It’s unseemly.
My nakedness spread bare for him as he gives me so little of himself.
The waves of pleasure roll through me like waves against a shore.
Crashing over and over until my legs are shaking, and each flick of his tongue shoots spams through my muscles.
His lips lift from me as he carefully draws his fingers out, a rakish grin transforming his face as he slips his fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m hot, sweaty, fucking shaking, Austin. That was...”
“Amazing? Incredible? The hottest thing I’ve ever done? Yeah, all of the above.” He grins, sneaking one more lick against my clit.
“Did I hurt you?”
“When you were fucking my face? ”
“Oh god.” I cover my eyes with my forearm. I feel the bed shift under his weight on top of me.
“Don’t hide from me. That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You used my mouth like your personal grinding pad. Fuck, it was sexy.”
“Oh my god, you have the filthiest mouth!” I squeal as he kisses under my breast.
“I’ve been taking notes from all those dirty books you read,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue along the fullness of my breast until he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
“I can’t fucking wait to feel you riding me, using those hips like that. Are you gonna show me how, Killer?”
“I need a second. My legs haven’t recovered.”
“In that case, let me help you.”
He slips off his pants and then his boxers, the hard length of him springing free.
I watch the head bob, his hand gripping the base of his thick, veiny cock.
He crawls over the mattress, pushing my knees up into my chest and inspecting me.
I feel my blood pumping furiously, spreading up my neck.
He lines the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing my clit as he rubs it up and down.
“These fucking tits, Olivia. You’ve been teasing me with those crop tops for two fucking years.
I’m gonna fuck these tits, baby. Not right now.
Right now I need your tight pussy clenching me, but one day soon, I’m gonna fuck these tits, rub my come all over them so you know who you fucking belong to. ”
I tilt my hips up and he almost slips inside me. The grip he has on his cock tells me he’s holding back. Maybe he’s taking his time or maybe he’s punishing me. I can’t tell, I can barely think right now.
“Please . . .” A breathy moan escapes me.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
Stroking his cock, once, twice, three times. My mouth waters watching him .
“Austin,” I whine, hating myself for begging.
Is this what I’ve become? I used to have all the control; I had him tied up and wanting.
Now he has me pinned beneath him, begging like a sex-starved maniac.
He seems to like that, though, and he rewards my begging like he’s been waiting for it.
Pushing the tip of his cock through my folds, pushing deeper until my walls squeeze tightly, engulfing his length.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight. Your pussy, it’s sucking me in. You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Tell me you have, Olivia.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“Thoughts of my cock pushing into you keep you up all night, baby. You’ve been such a patient fucking girl for me, haven’t you? Waiting for two long years until you couldn’t wait any longer, isn’t that right?”
“Mmhmm.”
He pushes himself all the way in, his head rubbing against my G-spot as he pulls back out.
“So you took what you wanted, didn't you, Killer?”
He pushes in again agonizingly slow. He huffs a breath from his nose, mediating his breathing, but the grip of his fingers against my thighs tells me he’s very much a man who is on the edge of losing himself.
“You took me .”
Thrust.
“You wanted me .”
Thrust.
“You wanted this .”
Thrust.
“Begging me for it.”
Thrust.
He pushes his palm flat on my lower stomach, somehow building the pressure tenfold as his pace quickens. His words speak directly to my pussy as it drenches him with its own praise.
“You’re mine, Olivia. Fucking mine . You took me, and now I belong to you. You have me whenever you want me.”
“Austin, please . . . I’m so close. I’m begging you.”
“Beg, baby, beg me to let you come.”
And I know he won't let me until I do. The pressure building brings me so close. His filthy words act as their own extension of his cock, rubbing every pleasure spot I have until I’m at the point of no return.
The slap of our skin mixes with my moans.
He grunts as his cock swells, pushing against my walls, demanding more room.
I clench around him and he hisses, slowing himself.
Now I know what he likes.
“How are those legs, baby? Ready for a ride?”
“Yes, please let me.”
He leans down, snakes one arm around my back, then flips me so he’s underneath, all without pulling out.
I slam down hard, and I swear the tip of his cock hits my cervix, causing me to cry out.
His hands are straight back on my hips, and I’m learning that it’s his favorite part of me.
He controls the rhythm until I grip his fingers off me.
“I set the pace, cowboy,” I whisper in his ear as I roll my hips over his cock.
I place his hands on my breasts, and he takes no time before pinching my already hard nipples before lifting himself up and rolling his warm, wet tongue around my hardened bud.
Bracing myself on the headboard as I roll myself over and over his thick length, bringing myself to the edge of insanity.
“Use me, Olivia. Use my cock. Take what’s yours.”
“I’m gonna come, Austin. I need to come now .”
“Beg me, baby.”
“Please, Austin, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
The pressure is at its peak—a few more rolls, and I’ll be done for.
He pinches my left nipple hard as his teeth graze over the right. “That’s it, Killer. Milk my cock and take what’s yours. Claim me. Come for me now. ”
I dig my nails into his chest, leaning my head back as far as I can, desperate to spread the pleasure throughout my body. Then it hits: the stark warnings have been there all along, but there's no way I could prepare for the realities of the pleasure hitting me.
“Yes, Austin. Austin, please don’t stop, please . . .”
“Fuck, Olivia.” He thrusts into me as I cry out, the waves of my orgasm flooding through my body. My pussy squeezes him, eagerly gripping his hungry cock.
I lift and slam back down, over and over and over. I’m leaning right over him, my weight on his chest. I lift my hips, letting my pussy slide up his length, before pushing back down.
“Yes. Yes, that’s it. Keep lifting like that. Quicker baby, quicker for me.” He’s begging too.
I lift, slide, and slam repeatedly. His hands have moved back to my hips, assisting with the continuous flow of movement. He’s practically using me like a toy to thrust into, and the thought makes me giddy. The head of The Unseen is using me to pleasure himself.
The slide of the head of his cock is hitting against my textured spot inside, and it’s building yet another ball of warmth inside me.
“I’m close, baby, I’m so fucking close. Keep fucking going, just like that.” He’s practically whimpering.
“Austin, I’m gonna . . . I think I’m gonna . . .”
“Yes. Come. Come right now, baby, come for me.”
My second orgasm thunders through me, my hips thrust desperately, eager to please him.
Suddenly, he’s roaring in my ear, his head thrown back into the silky pillow as his hips continue to twitch up into me.
I’m damp and sticky and feeling so goddamn full.
I slow the roll of my hips, a wonderful ache warming me.
I don’t want to climb off him yet, so I fold down onto his chest. Squeezing him one final time.
We lie there, allowing our lungs to catch up with what’s just happened. I’ve never,I mean never, had sex like that before. The dirty talk, the control he has over me, is all-encompassing.
“Olivia.”
“Yes?”
“What the fuck was that?”
I giggle, lifting my head from his chest. “What do you mean?” I ask innocently.
“You’re a witch. It’s the only explanation,” he mutters. “That’s why I let you kidnap me. I’m powerless against you.”
He presses between my ribs, and I squirm, my muscles tightening.
We both still.
“Killer?”
“Yes?”
“Did you just—”
“Please don’t say it!” I squeal, burying my head into his chest. The tickling makes me squeeze my muscles, including my Kegels. I feel the aftermath of his arousal squeezing out of me and down his dick.
“God, you’re fucking sexy.” He kisses me hard, cradling my face with one hand before squeezing my ribs again.
I jump as fast as a deer running across the road, and I think I sound like one, too. I pull myself off him and roll to the side. He groans as I squeeze, the mess slipping down my thighs.
“Bad girl. I was enjoying that.” He kisses the end of my nose. “Let me get you cleaned up. Two seconds.”
“It’s okay. I should pee anyway.”
“Come on then,” he says, holding out his hand.
I slip out of the bed, feeling shy all of a sudden. The man’s just given me multiple orgasms, like multiple. I begged him to let me come. And now I’m feeling shy? His come is literally making its way down my leg.
I go about my business, and he uses the sink to wash his face. I smirk, knowing full well why it needs washing. He tuts at me, shaking his head, murmuring under his breath something that closely resembles “bad girl.”
“Bath?” he asks.
“Maybe tomorrow. I’m pretty exhausted.”
I wash my hands, and once dried, he picks me up bridal-style and carries me back to the bed.
“Will you stay with me?” I ask as he pulls the cover over my still-naked body.
He moves confidently to his side of the bed and slips under the covers.
“Olivia. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up. If you want me here, I’m here. If you need me to give you space, I will...reluctantly.” He’s teasing, I know. If I asked him to leave I know he would, but I can’t think of anything I want less right now.
“I want you to stay.”
“Good.”
He pulls me into his side, and I place my hand on his chest and leg over his thigh. He sighs slowly, and when I sneak a peek, his eyes are closed, but he’s smiling. He looks so peaceful. Suddenly, I’m no longer tired.
“Will you tell me something?” I ask.
“What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your family.”