THIRTEEN
T he first thing I sense is heat. Rowan is pressed against me from behind, his hot flesh covering my ass and thighs. His hands roam over my body and I feel myself quivering under his touch. My dream is so vivid—similar to the ones I used to have after meeting him for the first time.
My face is pressed into the bed, my moans being smothered by the mattress as he slides his hard cock up and down in the crack of my ass. The sensation of his massive erection feels so real that I’m starting to think this is not actually a dream at all.
Slowly I start to become more aware of sounds filtering into my awareness. The sleek echo of my arousal fills the silence, tangled with the heavy, sexy-as-fuck breathing of the man I’m obsessed with.
I wake up to strong arms pinning me down, fingers digging into my hips. My body hikes up and down, rumpling the sheets under my naked skin while Rowan’s cock slides in and out of my pussy from behind.
“Row-ah—” His name barely rolls off my tongue as all my senses come back to life. How long has he been fucking me? What time is it?
“Shhh, angel. I’m not done using your pretty holes.”
I want to kiss him, feel him in my mouth. But when I try to turn on my back, I realize I’m stuck. My wrists are crossed and tied together with thick rope above my lower back. That same rope trails down across my breasts, grazing my already hard nipples, then goes down to my waist, securing my ankles to my thighs.
My legs are practically parted to the max, exposing me—all of me—to Rowan, who uses my pussy the way he wants. I’m panting, my body shaking and clit throbbing with need as all the knots rub against my skin.
I move my head to the right as best I can, lifting my eyes to catch Rowan’s raven-colored hair that’s swaying every time he thrusts inside me. I flinch with a soft cry when I feel his thumb pressing into my ass, entering me through there as well.
“Please…” I whimper, ashamed that I’m rocking my hips into his cock at the same time he’s thrusting into me. My hair is pulled back in one rapid stroke and my head lifts off the mattress. I roll my eyes to the back of my skull, catching his gaze boring into mine.
“No need to feel shy now. Not after my tongue was all up in your sweet cunt.”
My pussy clamps down on his hard cock, cheeks burning as his words scurry down my nerve endings, making me whimper and lick my lips. The tight grip he has on my hair makes my scalp hurt, causing fresh tears to swarm at the corners of my eyes. Not from the pain, but from the pleasure coursing through me that’s making me realize new things about my body and my needs.
“Am I hurting you?”
I moan first, then I say, “Yeah.”
“Good. Then maybe you’ll think twice about lying to me next time.”
I want to tell him no just to see what else he’ll do to me. But I don’t get to when he bends down to lick the side of my neck, his tongue darting out slowly, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“I have no problem blocking out the entire morning to claim every part of your body with my tongue and teeth. It’s up to you.”
“Up to me?” I pant, my voice scattered as I keep being raised up and down while he fucks my pussy from behind. I’m so drenched right now. I’m so close. Everything hurts, and yet I’m so close to coming all over his cock.
“Mm-hmm. I want you to get it into your head that you do not lie to me. That you do not worry about upsetting me with your honesty. You are not allowed. Because if you do…”
His cock throbs inside me, spilling his cum between my walls and filling me up. He wants to see me when he’s claiming me like this. He wants me unable to look anywhere else but into his eyes.
My head falls back on the soft pillow when he lets go, my hair now in my mouth and eyes and sticking to the sides of my face from the light sheen of sweat trickling across my skin. A sharp slap lands on my ass, and Rowan slides two fingers inside my pussy, pushing back the cum that’s now leaking out.
Rowan’s free arm pushes my neck deeper into the pillow, his veins poking through his tanned skin as he wraps his fingers around my throat.
“…then I’ll simply remind you again.” Thrust . “And again.” Thrust . “And again. In ways I don’t think you’ll be eager to find out.”
“If I want to lie,” I breathe out, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me. “I’ll lie.” I smirk, my lips stretching against the sheets.
“That so?” he says, followed by a dark chuckle so low it rumbles through my body, making my insides tremble with need. “Then let’s fix that fucking attitude of yours right now. Because you should know better, Dove… you should know so much better than to provoke me like this.”
Another thrust is all it takes until I clamp down on his fingers, riding my release. My legs twitch and jolt uncontrollably as if an earthquake shakes the entire universe with me in it. My walls throb around his fingers, desperate to trap him inside. The cum he pushed inside me mixes with mine, and it’s all a sloppy mess inside my drenched pussy while he continues to finger-fuck me through it like he doesn’t give a damn I just came with everything I had.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, my pussy going completely numb.
I yelp when he turns me on my back, my hands and thighs supporting my weight beneath me as I’m spread out like a starfish for him. He moves to untie one of the knots above my stomach so I get the impression this is over for now. But the subtle lift of the corner of his mouth gives it away—he’s nowhere near done.
Rowan pulls the rope down between my legs, tying another knot to secure it between my pussy lips and ass cheeks. I call out his name as it’s now grazing against my most sensitive spot, drawing painful tendrils of pleasure out of it. My toes curl at the new sensation, and I start grinding my pussy on the tight rope.
My lips part with a moan, and Rowan’s fingers surprise me when they push inside my mouth, all the way to the back. I gag on them, but he keeps them there, unmoving, while I try to calm down.
“Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw.”
I follow his eyes with mine, chest rising and lowering as I try my best to follow the instructions. Just like never having my ass fucked before, I’ve never given someone a blowjob. I worry I won’t be able to take him, knowing how big he is. But he continues to prove me wrong every time. If it doesn’t fit, he’ll make it fit.
Something sweet and salty spreads out on my tongue when I finally relax, and I realize it’s our cum from when his fingers were in my pussy. Involuntarily, I close my lips around his fingers and suck, my lips soft against the rough intrusion.
“Fucking hell,” Rowan curses as he starts fucking my mouth. “You like having your mouth fucked, angel? Is this making you wet?”
I wouldn’t know what to answer him even if I could. I am enjoying it, aren’t it? I love being filled by him, and I don’t care which hole he chooses. Everywhere he touches, bites, or smacks, I am becoming obsessed with it.
I’m spun around and my head hangs off the edge of the bed, Rowan’s hard cock inching closer to my mouth. “Then open wide. I’m going to give you a chance to earn your forgiveness.”
His fingers retract and I try to take in huge heaps of air, but Rowan pushes himself between my lips faster than I can blink. He’s big and hard, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I start gagging again. The sound is loud and dirty, and it makes him smile down on me. Then he stops, letting me adjust to him, his head dipped back and eyes closing slowly as he chases his own high.
“You think you’re cute,” he laughs.
Thrust.
“Lying to me… defying me like you don’t know what I’m made of.”
Thrust .
“Look at you now, angel. Crying with a mouthful of cock— my cock. Drooling all over it like a filthy, filthy girl. Not so cute anymore, are we?”
Holding my chin in place with one hand and the top of my head with the other, he fucks my mouth rough and hard, grunting and moaning while I do exactly what he describes—crying, drooling, and leaking with arousal from that rope digging into my pussy.
As if on cue, Rowan pulls on it and I cry out, the pain and the pleasure intensifying. My wrists are numb at this point, and so are my ankles. There’s probably no blood going through them right now as I lie here with my head upside down, gagging on his cock.
“Will you lie to me again?”
I choke out a “no” but I’m not sure he understands me.
“I can’t hear you, Dove. My cock is still buried in your warm mouth.”
Fresh tears fall on my cheeks, mixing with the drool running down my chin. I look up at him, pleading eyes and all, while I repeat the word again, and again, and again like a chant.
I won’t lie. I’ll never lie again.
His dark laugh fills the room, and then I feel his warm seed spill down my throat. I look up at him while I swallow, his expression feral and ready to go another round.
“I won’t,” I say, just to make sure he got it, with my voice rough and dry. “I won’t lie. I’m so sorry,” I sob.
“I know you are, angel,” he coos, untying the rope that sits between my pussy lips and caressing my red and swollen clit with his long finger, dulling out the pain. I shiver under his touch, licking traces of him off my lips and swallowing those too. “Now let’s make this pussy come one last time. Yes?”
“It… hurts. My wrists hurt.”
“I know they do. You’ll be free as soon as you come again. Just one more, angel. Can you give me one more?” He asks it, yet he already knows the answer. My pussy arches upward, chasing his finger, wanting it to add more pressure to my clit.
“That’s it.” He slides his finger across my clit, drawing soft circles around it while he pinches my nipple with the other hand. “Such a good girl. Let go, angel.”
His fingers travel down to the entrance of my pussy, smearing my wetness back around my clit. I’m throbbing everywhere, my legs shaking and chest heaving with shallow breaths.
“Come for me.”
I cry out, eyes snapping shut while my pussy clamps down on his finger one last time, pulsing with a shorter—but still very much intense—release. I come down gradually, feeling my entire body ache and loosen at the same time. I feel sweaty and dirty everywhere. But when I open my eyes, Rowan still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman this world has ever seen.
After he cradled me in his arms and let me cry into the crook of his neck while he bathed me, Rowan helped me get dressed in this beautiful misty rose-pink dress that he bought me as a surprise. It’s a silky slip-dress designed with a drapey neckline, a stem-showing side vent, and an open back. It molds perfectly to my body, accentuating just the right places.
“Ready?” he asks, caressing my hand with his thumb.
We’re about to meet the President and the First Lady of the United States. And once we get out of the car, we’re going to have to rush past all the photographers and journalists who somehow found out we were having this meeting today.
“I’m actually really nervous. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Don’t be. They’re just like you and me. In fact, we probably have more in common than you think.”
“Like what?”
He smirks. “You’ll see.”
“Wait!” I touch his arm before he gets a chance to open the car’s door. “There’s something I wanted to ask you. About Zain…”
Rowan’s brows arch up as he pins me with his gaze.
“What about him?”
“Just that it wasn’t his fault. So please don’t be hard on him. I made him promise not to tell you about the incident at my house, which turned out to be nothing, thank God.”
“Don’t worry about it. I already fired him.”
“You… you what?”
Guilt settles heavily on my chest, making me frown.
“He was given an order. And he willingly went against it. So I fired him. Now—”
“No! I told you it was my fault, not his! This is completely unnecessary. Please, Rowan…”
I shake my head, frustration roiling in my gut and wanting to come out, to lash out at him. What if Zain had a family to care for? What if he worked all his life for that job? For Rowan to just take it away from him like that…
“It is not your fault that a grown man who knew the consequences of his insubordination willingly chose to go against direct orders. The safety of the woman I love is on the line, and I am not about to start cutting corners when I know so many things could go wrong while I’m away. So yes, even if it turned out to be nothing, he should’ve fucking told me about what happened. I always need to be in the know.”
The woman he… loves ?
Goddamn him and that gifted mouth. Butterflies are already coming to life in my stomach, and it’s really fucking hard to be upset with him. But I don’t think it’s right. Firing Zain was unnecessary. Nothing happened at my apartment. No one was there. Right?
“I’m going to open the door now. And we’re going to step outside. I’ll take your hand and guide you through the crowd. Okay, angel?”
“Fine,” I say, keeping my tone neutral, though I don’t fail to notice the subtle smirk he flashes before stepping out of the car. His hand dips back inside, open and inviting, wanting me to come out with him.
What a prick he is being right now. He’s enjoying this. He wants me to talk back. Almost as if he’s looking forward to punishing me again. Well, if he wants to play that kind of game, I’m all here for it. Consequences be damned.