45. I Still Have Needs #3
I reflexively jump when I hear the click of the plug again. He drags the vibrating tip slowly up my spine, giving me full-body chills. “Mmm.” My hand fists the comforter. “Evil toy,” I murmur.
“You’ll never see the end of it,” he whispers, leaning in close. His breath tickles my neck. “I can control it from my phone.”
“Evil Pet’ka.”
“I could fuck you like I’m evil,” he murmurs in a low, controlled voice that rattles me completely. “You know…I think…”
I suck in a breath as he grabs me roughly by my balls. “Fuck!” Immediate pain flashes through me, quick and merciless. “Gahhughh…hurts.”
Parker makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “Yeah,” he breathes. “I think you need a little reminder.” He squeezes me harder. “Can’t let that college degree go to your head, angel.”
My breath stutters as I feel the tip of his fat cock brush over my hole.
He grabs me by the hips and slams into me, our skin clapping from how hard his balls bounce off of my body.
His hands slide down to my thighs and pull my body flat against the bed.
I shudder when I feel the weight of his body flush against me.
The next time he drills into me, it’s a feeling like no other.
I don’t ever think I’ve been fucked like this—pressed entirely to the bed, my legs parted a knee’s width—but something about it feels both debilitating and amative at the same time.
Being pinned like this is demeaning and disorienting.
I’m forced to focus on the feeling of him thrusting sharply into me and the prickling sensation of his skin meeting mine.
But it’s arousing and liberating beyond comparison.
I’ve never considered myself to be submissive.
I know what I want and I won’t stop until I get it.
My submission is a privilege and subservience is where the true power lies because giving into Parker’s desires leaves me feeling empowered.
We’re truly a perfect match in every fucking way. What one person needs, the other gives.
My body moves with each and every thrust. I grab onto his wrist as he presses his hand into the bed.
Parker lets out a rough grunt, the sound dragged from somewhere deep inside him as he pounds against me. He leans down low and mouths at the back of my head. I absorb every raw noise that breaks from his chest.
He nips at the shell of my ear, brushing his hand up and down my back.
“One more game, baby boy,” he breathes. “The rest of my life is yours.”
My control slips, and I let out a shaky breath of a sound. His movements slow, but his thrust deepens, hitting me right in my spot. “Yes!” I cry, tightening my hold. “Right there. Right there, Daddy!”
“Yeah?” Parker teases softly. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip as he hits it again. “Your pussy likes it right here?”
“Mhm.”
“Say it, baby,” he murmurs, continuing to hit the spot repeatedly. It just about sends me over the brink. “Tell me my perfect girl found her special spot.”
Oh my God.
“I’m not—” The next thrust hits so sharply it almost feels paralyzing. “I’m not…fucking saying that shit.”
“Say it,” he whispers again with a smirk in his voice.
“Mhmmm. She likes it,” I murmur, immediately conceding. “My pussy found her perfect spot.”
“Good boy.”
One final thrust has me burying my face into the bed to muffle my screams. I feel it hit, and everything else fades for a second. Arousal crackles through my veins, tightening and settling at once, like heat sinking beneath my skin.
Parker lets out a guttural sound that catches in his throat. His lower body twitches as he shoots his hot load up my ass hole.
“There she goes,” he grunts, slowly pulling out. The bed thumps as he collapses hard, his chest rising and falling at a wavering pace.
“Damn,” I murmur as I reach behind. His sticky, resinous cum trickles out of me.
“Leave it,” Parker tells me, sitting up a little. “Come here.”
A low, breathless sound slips out of me. I roll over and straddle his lap, throwing my arms around his neck. Hooking an arm around me, Parker pulls me flush against his body. His restrained look quickly grows into possibly the brightest face he’s ever made.
“I love you,” is the first thing he says, leaving his freaky alter-ego on the other side of the world. “Promise me you won’t leave me behind when you become a famous best-selling author.”
“Never,” I whisper, resting my head in the crook of his neck. My hand rests against his chest. His heart. “There’s no version of life without you in it.”
Parker tightens his hold, pulling me even closer as he strokes his thumb beneath my eye. He tilts his head down and presses his lips against my forehead.
“I love you, Pet’ka. I don’t want to hide us anymore.”
“We’ll tell him,” he murmurs. “I’ll talk to him.”
I want to tell him that this is a situation we both need to approach together, but I’m just so overwhelmed by all the love I’m feeling for him that the words never leave me.
“Cup first,” I say instead. “And then you’re mine forever.”
“A khochu provesti s toboyu vsyu zhizn’,” Parker whispers.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m not going anywhere.”