Chapter 36
C H A P T E R3 6
Forbidden Fantasy
Cade
The Present
O n the night of Halloween, I finally made mine and Ella’s fantasy come true.
I once said I practically lived to indulge this girl. All her whims, wants, needs, kinks.
And I was a man of my word. I never flaked on a promise. Especially one to her.
Fall leaves crunched beneath my shoes as I crossed the woods in the Remington estate towards the cabin where Ella waited for me. It was late night and the full moon was high in the sky, gleaming bright.
The night breeze swirled with notes of danger, sin, and forbidden pleasure.
Uncle Vance and Aunt Julia were at the Cordovas’ with Olivia. Josh was out, too. Maybe still at the Halloween party we were previously at. Maybe getting a tattoo for Layla. Maybe showing up to her place and ripping off his shirt in surprise. Or something in between. And our guards on the graveyard shift were given clear instructions not to patrol anywhere around the woods so my girlfriend and I could have time for our extracurricular activities.
I entered the silent cabin with unhurried, measured steps. The lights were off and the only illumination came from the moonlight, filtering through the glass windows and coating the inside furniture with a silvery glint.
The door to the bedroom was left ajar by me.
After I’d collared and chained Ella to the queen-sized bed, I kissed her red lips, asked her to repeat her safe word—Orange—just in case, and then said I’d give her a few minutes to get into character.
Now when I crossed the threshold, I wasn’t her tender-loving boyfriend.
I was playing the role of her fantasy. A cruel enforcer here to collect a debt.
Cracking my knuckles, I lowered myself to the chair set before the foot of the bed, where I had an eyeful of my girl’s delectable body.
Tonight, she was dressed like a bloody bride. A white veil with a glittering tiara, white corset mini dress, white sheer stockings, white stiletto heels, and speckles of fake blood covering her ensemble from top to bottom. She looked both innocent and unholy.
Although she feigned sleep on her back, a slight tension radiating through her frame let me know that she was aware I was here and ready to play our game.
I relaxed into my chair and grabbed the crystal decanter on the table next to me, pouring two fingers of Irish whiskey into a tumbler. I smirked when I noticed Ella shifting in the sheets like she was ‘waking’ up.
“Did you sleep well, my bloody bride?” I rasped, leaning forward with my elbows perched on my knees, my drink cradled in my hand.
Ella yelped, her eyes finding mine in the dark. “Oh my God!”
“Is that a yes?” I chuckled darkly before taking a sip of my whiskey. “Or a no?”
She didn’t answer at first, licking her lips nervously— excitedly —as her eyes roved over my silhouette.
I was in a black suit, black gloves, black shoes, and black ski mask. The only parts of me visible were my eyes, my lips, and the knife I twirled between my fingers.
“W-Why am I here?” The chains rattled as she tried to break free, kicking her legs and arms in every direction, causing the silk sheets beneath her to susurrate and the hemline of her already short dress to ride up so high…I saw a peek of that delicious pussy, barely covered by her joke of a lace thong, already wet. “Let me go!”
I unbuttoned my suit jacket and leaned back in the chair, my pointer finger tapping against the armrest in time with her laboured breathing. “You know why you’re here, Ximena .”
She shivered at the way I said her middle name. “I…I think I recognize you. From the Halloween party.”
I nodded slowly, deliberately not saying a word.
“You…” Her eyes trekked down to the noticeable bulge in my pants. “You were watching me. When I was drinking and dancing with my friends.”
We’d gone to a club for a Halloween party. That’s where our fantasy began. As Ella danced and laughed with her friends, I’d stayed in the shadows, watching her like an obsessed stalker. She pretended to shoot me bashful glances and smiles, blushing innocently when my eyes never wavered from her form.
Every single minute had helped build the anticipation so when I ‘kidnapped’ her and brought her to my cabin, we’d fall effortlessly into our game.
“Did you like it?” I asked huskily. “Having my undivided attention all to yourself?”
Her thighs clenched in response like that needy pussy was already primed and ready for a few rounds of hardcore fucking. “ No .”
I tutted, finishing my drink. “Little liar. I’ll make you eat your words before you know it.”
The chains rattled again and Ella released a half whine, half growl as she exerted more force to free herself. “Please let me go! I haven’t done anything to you!”
“Mm, but you have.” I stood up and tilted my head, watching her calculatingly. “All night long, you’ve provoked me with your come-hither smiles and your flirtatious glances. You made me insane with want and now you’re going to be punished for your sins, Ximena.”
Ella’s chest heaved and down with her inhales and exhales. Her little tits were practically bursting out of her corseted bodice and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her brown nipples—licking, sucking, tugging until she was a wanton, writhing mess beneath me. “Who are you?”
I climbed onto the bed with the grace of a predator, relishing the way she trembled as I loomed above, my hands and knees caging either side of her body. She was caught in the lion’s den and her body language told me she lived for the thrill of it, despite the mock fear expression she tried to adopt.
Lowering my face, I soaked in the way her eyes darkened when I brought my lips just an inch over hers, my minty breath caressing her.
“My name’s Killian,” I rasped. “ Kill , if you prefer.” I dragged my mouth to her ear. “Also known as the man who’s going to ruin you for anyone else.”
Ella pretended to freeze, but I saw the undertone of excitement in her expression.
“Has anyone ever told you”—I trailed a finger across her lips, smearing some of her red lipstick—“that you have the most beautiful gaze in the world?”
She nodded, acting afraid of my interest in her. “Y-Yes.”
“I’ve done my research on you, Ximena,” I said softly and mapped my finger to her pulse, beating fast for me. “Spoiled heiress with a bad shopping habit. Marketing major at Vesta University. Loves lollipops, knitting, and anything orange. And my favourite? Ex-captain of the cheerleading team in high school. How am I doing so far?”
“Get away from me!” Ella squirmed under my touch. “Have you been stalking me this whole time?”
I brought my knife between us, placing the handle under her chin and tipping it up to meet my eyes. “And if I said yes?”
“Then I’d say you’re crazy.”
“I am,” I promised in a dark tone. “For you.”
Another shiver coasted down her spine. “Please…What do you want from me?”
I skimmed the dull side of my blade down her neck. “You owe me a debt, Ximena, and I’m here to collect.”
Without waiting for her reply, I used the sharp end of my knife to rip down her dress in one clean swipe while she gasped and squealed. The torn garment gaped and fell down on either side of her body, leaving her only in a veil, tiara, panties, garter, stockings, and those sexy heels—God, those heels that would be digging in my back as I fucked her like a beast.
I dragged my fingers from her throat down to her smooth pussy. “You are a literal goddess.”
I lowered my mouth to her right nipple, blowing over it before flicking my tongue across the hard bud teasingly.
Ella cried out, loving my touch but pretending not to want it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Yes, you will be fucking me soon.” Her cries turned to throaty little moans as I alternated between her nipples. Lavishing them with desperate licks, sucking them into my mouth until the pleasure bordered on pain, and grazing them with my teeth to remind her that I was holding back from giving her every bit of my dirty, ruthless side. For now. “Before the sun comes up, you’ll be riding my cock like a dirty little princess begging to have her cunt filled with my cum.”
“Please, you have to let me go!” she whimpered in pleasure, struggling to maintain character as I clutched her waist and spread noisy, open mouth kisses down her luscious body, pausing to trace the tip of my tongue over the K tattoo on her hipbone. “I’m rich! I can give you lots of money! Name your price!”
I shoved the black ski mask above my mouth, allowing her to glimpse my jaw and lips, which would be drenched in her arousal soon. “The only currency you’re paying with tonight is this”—I ripped her soaked lacy thong and thrust two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her—“tight little pussy.”
Ella’s back arched on a breathy moan and her thighs fell open for more, the chains rattling as her hands pulled at the restraints. “Oh, God!”
“You’re very wet,” I praised, moving my fingers in and out of her slowly, making sure to crook against the spot that always made her sob in ecstasy. “Warm and sweet, too. I’m going to enjoying devouring you, my bloody bride.”
She was panting, her heels digging into my shoulders as though trying to push me away from her. “I’m a virgin.”
“You won’t be for long,” I vowed, my tongue flicking out against her wet cunt. “Hmm, you taste like heaven, baby.”
“N-No, please!” Ella glanced down her body at me, a mixture of a bewildered and naughty look on her stunning face. “I need to stay pure for my future husband.”
God, she played the fuck out of her role like a perfect actress. My girl was far from a blushing virgin, but my cock still hardened from her words and this fantasy.
“Fuck him,” I growled, giving her pussy a hard slap before rubbing the sting with my fingers. “I’m the only one for you. Now and forever.”
“P-Please, Kill. I’m a good girl. I’m—”
“You’ll be a filthy girl by the time I’m done with you.” I grabbed her ass when she tried to scoot away, dragging her closer to my mouth. “Remember to scream my name when you come. Otherwise, I will punish you.”
“I—Ahhh!”
Eating Ella’s pussy was one of my favourite hobbies. My tongue licked and sucked her clit until she whined and trembled in her chains. I stretched her tight opening at the same time with one, two, three— four —fingers. She bucked her hips for more while pretending to be shy, like she’d never had anything inside of her. I grinned wickedly into her flesh at her little porn-worthy noises, all the please , more , ah , yes , ohs making me harder than ever. I’d mastered the ability to make her come quick with a good tongue fucking, so it wasn’t long before Ella let go, shattering wonderfully against my mouth.
As she recovered with panting breaths, I crawled over her until we were face-to-face.
Clasping her jaw, I smashed our lips together in a crude kiss, making her taste herself. Ella moaned, kissing me back and tangling her tongue with mine.
Then she bit me hard.
I pulled away with a growl, touching the drop of blood pooling at my bottom lip. With a disapproving noise, I hushed, “Naughty Ximena, that’s no way to thank a man who gave you an orgasm.”
In retaliation, I bit her neck. Right over her pulse.
She screamed. “ Pleasepleaseplease .”
Satisfied with my blood smeared on her, I fisted the hair at her nape and tugged. “You didn’t scream my name when you came. I’m going to have to punish you for your disobedience.”
I rose over her and unbuckled my belt, pulling down my zipper and freeing my cock. Hard, swollen, and needing her so bad.
Ella licked her lips salaciously. She always loved a good face-fucking.
Remembering our game, she squirmed again and asked haughtily, “If I do this for you, will you let me go?”
I will never let you go, sweetheart.
I pretended to consider it for a moment as I jerked off. “Maybe…Or maybe not.”
She opened her mouth of her own volition, zeal sparking in her gaze, as I brought my tip to her lips. Before she could suck, I yanked on her hair to the point of pain, halting her. “Say you wanted me first. Say you danced for me, smiled for me, eye-fucked me in a room full of people because you wanted the night to lead right here, Ximena.”
Ella batted her lashes innocently, gulping. “No. I didn’t mean for—”
I thrust into her warm mouth in one go, muffling her protests. I pulled out and she gasped, a saliva ribbon threading my cock to her lips. Smiling cruelly, I shoved back inside of her throat, feeling it flex around my flesh. Fucking hell. I groaned. “Can’t admit it yet?” Thrust . “No problem.” Thrust . “You may think of yourself as a virtuous princess.” Thrust . “But I know a sinner when I see one.” Thrust . “You’re just like me, baby.” Thrust . “And tonight?” Thrust . “You wanted to be at my mercy, getting your tight little holes fucked brutally by me.”
No more words were exchanged as I pounded without finesse, giving her the rough, throat-stretching, face-fucking she goddamn adored. Ella quaked underneath me with a series of glugging noises. The headboard banged against the wall with the force of my drives and the chains shook as her nails dug into my torso. The rustling of the fabric let me know she was squeezing her thighs together, trying to get relief on her pussy. Her face turned into an exquisite mess as tears ran down her cheeks and her red lipstick feathered around her mouth.
“Tight little brat,” I rasped, pumping faster, the sound of my belt buckle swishing echoing in the room. “You’re going to make me come so fucking good!”
She hadn’t earned my seed yet, so I pulled out at the last second, making her cry out in disappointment. She loved drinking me down and being filled with my cum. She wasn’t getting any of those things right now. “ Killian !”
That spoiled diva tone just did it for me.
I shuttled my inches in my fist, groaning as I shot spurts all over her wet face and body, painting her like a masterpiece.
Ella stared at me with shock and awe.
Laughing devilishly, I tucked my cock away and zipped myself up. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.” I wiped my cum from the corner of her lips and fed it to her. She sucked my fingers automatically. “However, if you please me next, I might grant you your freedom.”
“What do I have to do?” she whispered all soft and innocent.
Fuck, no one turned me on like this woman. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her.
“Do you want to play with me, Ximena?”
We both knew what that sentence meant to us.
Her breathy inhale was a telltale sign. “What are the rules, Kill?”
I walked two fingers up her leg and towards the heaven between her thighs. “I want you to run. I want you to try your best to escape me. There’s an unlocked car with keys at the edge of the woods. If you get to it first, you’re free. But if I catch you?” I smirked. “I’m going to fuck you. As hard, as deep, as long, and as many times as I please. And if you satisfy me with your cheer pussy—the one you’ve been taunting me with all night long—maybe I’ll let you go, Ximena.”
Ella couldn’t disguise her elation at the thought of being fucked in the woods. “Okay.”
Taking the key out of my pocket, I unlocked her cuffs and collar from the headboard. Still role-playing the shy virgin, she shielded her private bits with her hands.
“You look even more beautiful covered in my cum.” Tipping her chin with two fingers, I leaned close, brushing my lips to hers. “Now run .”
Ella scurried from the bed and shot out of the door, her sheer veil floating behind her like a white flag.
Grabbing my knife and belt, I followed after my prey.
Ella
M y heart beat extremely fast as I ran out of the cabin and straight into the woods. The wind caused the trees to rustle and a pair of crows cawed in the distance, yet the only sounds I could concentrate on were my hurried footsteps and those of Cade…slowly stalking after me.
This dark game with fear and primal play wrapped together in a pretty red bow filled me with so much exhilaration, I could barely think straight. And while I was far from a damsel in distress, I was having so much fun role-playing the part.
The leaves beneath my feet nearly caused me to slip. I debated taking off my heels, but that would only slow me down. Fighting the light chill nipping at my naked, cum-stained skin, I kept running, feeling Cade’s shadow closing in on me like a hunter cornering its prey.
I knew these woods very well, therefore navigating through them wasn’t difficult. Cade’s black Ferrari shouldn’t be parked too far. My debt collector was giving me a head start even though he could have easily caught up to me. He wanted me to reach his car. He wanted me to touch the door and feel my freedom. And then he wanted to snatch it away from me until I was screaming and giving him what we both desired.
My veil whipped in my face with the next gust of wind. I pushed it back and eased my pace when I finally spotted his sports car, gleaming under the moonlight like a beacon of hope.
Cade’s footsteps grew louder.
I glanced over my shoulder, seeing his big body nearing. Panicking, I lurched forward and my fingertips grazed the door handle.
Then I felt the heat of his presence behind my back.
“Looks like you’re not escaping me tonight, Ximena.” Cade grabbed my hips and yanked me back. I collided with his muscular front. “Time to cash in on my prize.”
Banding his arm around my waist, he lifted me up and away from the Ferrari.
“No, no, no!” I screamed and pretended to struggle as he dragged me deeper into the woods, encasing us in more darkness. “Please!”
I was having the time of my life and trying not to let my real grin shine through.
Cade tossed me down in the middle of an opening surrounded by tall trees. Instead of finding dirt and leaves beneath my hands and knees, it was a soft blanket. He didn’t want me to get a single scratch as he’d said earlier tonight. My boyfriend was so sweet.
When Cade fell to his knees behind me, I tried to crawl away. It was in vain. He grabbed my ankles and tugged me back to him, his strength overpowering mine. “Caught you,” he murmured. “Now you belong to me, baby.”
Clutching my neck, he pressed my face down and hiked my ass up before spanking me with his belt. I cried out. That same belt was then looped around my neck and tightened like a leash. “Killian—”
“Quiet,” he commanded. “Don’t act like being chased and pinned in the woods doesn’t turn you on, you kinky little slut.” He clapped his hand—sans leather glove—hard on my ass. I whimpered from the sting. “You’re dripping down your thighs with the need to be ravaged.”
Good God, was I ever.
Cade thrust his fingers in my soaked pussy and fucked me to a maddening rhythm, tugging on the belt and causing my back to arch. I loved when he asserted his dominance.
“Do you like having your virgin cunt fingered?”
I shook my head, but my breathy moan revealed the truth.
He tsked. “I told you I’d make you eat your words.” He brought his fingers in front of my face, sticky with my arousal. “Seems like you love it, little cheerleader. You’re drenched for me.”
Cade shoved those same fingers in my mouth and I sucked greedily.
He groaned, loving it when I tasted myself.
He pulled out his fingers and went back to thrusting them into my pussy. I throbbed, needing to be filled by something more than his fingers. But he was being a tease, purposely denying me.
I rocked my hips back and forth, chasing his fingers and my pleasure desperately.
Cade gave my ass another slap in appreciation. “Goddamn, I’ll never be done with you. Keep fucking my fingers like that and I’ll drag you to the altar and make you my Mrs. before you know it.”
I broke character for two seconds to say over my shoulder, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, querido .”
Surprised, he chuckled, a twinkle appearing in his blue eyes.
It was no secret that one of my life goals was to drag Cade to Vegas and marry him.
We fell back into our roles as Cade continued fingering me, hitting my G-spot and inciting my screams. I was certain I scared away all the ghosts and birds in the vicinity.
Before I could come, he removed his fingers and rolled me over.
“Killian!” Frustration spiked at having been denied my second orgasm. I barely had time to curse at him when he suddenly shoved my thighs open and lined my knees with my shoulders until I was folded in half.
“Do you want to come?” he asked in that deep voice that caressed me intimately.
Shivering, I nodded shyly.
He unbuttoned his black dress shirt, slowly revealing every expanse of his beautiful tattooed frame. My mouth watered seeing those bulging muscles, so thick and hard from years of work. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. Taste the fragrance of his skin on my tongue. Trace every ink he had in my honour while he made love to me in the roughest way possible.
He dropped his shirt and lowered his zipper, pulling out his hardened cock again. Seeing him fist it with his right hand, the same one with my birth date tatted in roman numerals on his knuckles, had my breaths quickening. It was so sexy.
Cade meant it when he said I was branded in every corner of his being.
He was in mine, too.
My mind, my body, my soul.
“Now tell me what I want to hear.” He seized my jaw with one hand and used the other to guide his tip to my pussy, slowly gliding through my wet folds. I bucked my hips in a silent demand for more. “Say it. You wanted me. You wanted me to steal you away and do dirty things that make you feel alive, Ximena.”
I threw my head back on a moan when he rubbed his cock against my clit, sending a flurry of sensations through my core. My toes curled and my nails dug into his shoulders with intent. “Yes,” I whispered. “I wanted you at the party and I want you now…and forever.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Cade rammed all eight inches inside of me in one deep thrust.
I screamed and he groaned gutturally, my muscles clenching around his thickness. He gripped my hips and started slamming his cock into my cunt, his masculine grunts echoing in my ear. “Tight little virgin, all mine to sully, hm?” he taunted, licking the shell of my ear. “You’re taking it so well.” Thrust . “Squeezing me so good.” Thrust . “Fitting me so perfectly.” Thrust . “You were made for my cock.” Thrust . “Made for me .” Thrust . “You like it, don’t you?” Thrust . “Getting fucked in the woods after being chased like a prey?”
I moaned in agreement, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I knew you were a sinner,” he grated. “Just like me, baby.”
Raw. Animalistic. Dirty. My dark fantasy fucked me for all I was worth. He bounced his thick cock inside of me with savageness, treating me like his personal fuckdoll. I was his to mold, his to use, his to break. Every breath in my lungs was laced with the taste and smell of him. Earth, leather, wood, sin. Like a maestro, he played my body to a tune that never failed to bring me straight to euphoria.
A hunger like nothing I ever experienced before clawed at my insides. Under the sway of the full moon, carnal lust spread through me. I licked the tattoos on his right arm. Sucked the skin on his shoulders. Bit the chain housing my promise ring. Squeezed the muscles of his ass in encouragement. Raked my nails along his back and broke skin. I did all of that while being reduced to a whining, incoherent mess. “ More, more, more .”
As he worked himself to the hilt over and over again, he brushed the spot inside of me that broke my dam, causing a small burst to rush out of me and cover our slapping sexes.
Cade went feral when I squirted, fucking me faster, harder, and deeper than before, wrapping his hand around my throat. Holding me in place as he forced me to just take, take, take , until I was breathless from his grip and on the verge of my release.
A fine sheen of perspiration glittered on his inked body as drove into me, the sound of our skins smacking against one another amplified in the woods. Cade looked magnificent under the moonlight, succumbing to our passion.
“My beautiful bloody bride,” he growled, tightening his hand around my throat. “Play with your clit. Make your pussy come around my dick. I want to feel you milking the cum out of me like a filthy girl.”
Trembling, I snaked my hand down to rub my sensitive clit and glanced at the erotic picture of his fat cock pushing into my small cunt. His length glistened with my arousal and a smear of blood, a telltale sign that I got my periods since I was due.
“Do you like the way we look, Ximena?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good. Get used to it.” He slapped my tits with both hands. “Because from now on, you’ll be spending every night on your back servicing me until we’re both satisfied.” Then he twisted my nipples until I moaned from the pleasure and pain. “Until we take our dying breaths, baby.”
“Until you find me again in the next lifetime?” I murmured vulnerably, heart pounding fast for him.
He gave me a wolfish smile and leaned down to whisper against my lips, “Promise, pretty girl.”
With my teeth, I frantically tugged his ski mask over his mouth and latched onto his lips with a needy noise. Kissing him wildly. Licking the ELLA tattoo. Sucking on his tongue. All while he braided his fingers with mine and brought them above my head, reciprocating my demanding kisses as he gave me more of his cruel lovemaking.
Skin on skin, breath with breath, heart to heart, we watched each other as we neared our completion. The way he gazed at me in reverence undid me. I thrived being the center of his universe. He made me feel cherished, powerful, and untouchable.
It wasn’t long before we came together, our shouts and groans resounding in the air.
Panting, Cade laid his forehead to mine, a shudder moving through his muscular body. I held him to me, removing his mask and caressing my fingers over his face in gratitude.
He created this whole fantasy for me.
I was truly the luckiest girl in the world.
“Ellie?” he mumbled, eyes still closed, chest bowing against mine with every breath. “You okay? Was I too rough?”
Why did he sound so cute and spent? Now I was the one going feral, smacking pecks all over his face. “I’m more than okay. That was perfect. Who knew you’d play the role of my obsessed, stalking, psychotic admirer so well?”
“I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have practice over the summer.”
I burst out laughing.
His dimples came to life.
Naturally, I showered them with more kisses.
Cade gently pulled out of me with another groan. Now that our game was over, I felt sore everywhere.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He watched his cum dribbling out of me. With two fingers, he scooped it back inside my pussy. “Mm. I want to keep filling you up. I never want to stop.”
My dirty querido . How I adored him.
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down to me. We’d have to clean up soon, but I just wanted to feel him like this a bit longer. “Thank you for tonight. I had fun. In fact, I think we should make this a yearly tradition.”
“I’m game.” He pushed aside my white veil and tucked the stray strands of my hair behind my ears. “Anything you want, Ella.”
The gold chain around his throat glinted in the moonlight.
Slowly, I removed it from his neck and unthreaded the promise ring. My full name was engraved in cursive along the twenty-four-carat gold band.
Understanding dawning upon Cade, he extended his right hand to me. Filled with anticipation, he held his breath as I slid the ring on his finger again.
When it sat at the base of his knuckle, he finally exhaled with relief.
Bestowing a soft kiss on my lips, he whispered tenderly, “I love you, Ella.”
No longer was there yearning in his eyes.
All I saw was love for me and hope for the future we once created together.
I smiled at him. “And I love you, Cade.”
With those words, I remembered the truth of our existence.
There was no Ella without Cade.
And there was no him without me.
He was my beginning, my middle, my end.
In this lifetime and all the ones to come.