Chapter 29 #2
“Look at yourself,” I growled, my free hand gripping her jaw to force her gaze to the mirror again.
“Watch your face when you take my fingers, even while your ass is on fire. See how your tits bounce every time I fuck into you?” I grabbed her breast with my free hand, kneading it, pinching her nipple.
“The woman in the mirror isn’t the woman who stood with Valor tonight. She’s mine. All mine.”
I wanted to pick the crop back up and flay the memory of the Alliance right out of her, but I loved her. That undeniable truth forced my hand to slow its brutal pace.
“Talk to me, Sparks,” I commanded, keeping my fingers buried inside her. I needed to hear her voice, even though I had absolutely no intention of stopping until she gave me our safeword.
“Make me forget,” she sobbed, her head falling forward between her strapped arms.
I withdrew my hand and retrieved the crop.
Then I went to work. I painted thin, angry red lines across her ass and thighs.
Each strike was an erasure of that fucker’s touch.
She took the punishment with desperate gratitude, crying out with every snap of the leather.
She pushed her hips backward, straining against the leather cuffs, silently demanding more.
She may play the perfect Keeper in the daylight, but suspended in my rig, she was my creature.
I smiled and stepped around to face her, her eyes tracking my movement. Standing naked in front of her, fully hard and aching, I watched her chest heave. Her breasts flushed with the deep color of her arousal, nipples pulled into tight, desperate peaks.
“Watch,” I commanded, making sure her gaze was locked on the mirror’s reflection.
I drew my arm back and carefully snapped the crop directly between her spread thighs, letting it smack against her pussy.
Annie let out a shattered, high-pitched scream that dissolved instantly into a filthy moan. She writhed, caught in the blinding intersection of pain and pleasure. I inspected the crop’s tip under the red lighting. It glistened, coated in her slickness.
“Again!” she begged.
I delivered three more strikes in quick succession. Her cries turned jagged, the room echoing with the sharp crack of leather and the frantic rattling of her restraints.
She was unraveling, her body trembling uncontrollably. She pushed her hips forward to meet every blow, enslaved to the sting. Tears fell down her face but I heard the change in her breathing, that telltale hitch that meant she was reaching her limit.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My control was fucking wrecked, my cock painfully hard. I needed to be inside her.
I dropped the crop and gripped her hips, positioning myself. She was so fucking wet I slid home immediately.
Annie screamed, a sound of pure, perfect surrender.
Her cunt gripped me like a vise, hot and slick and so fucking tight.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips, my thumbs pressing into the fresh welts I had just painted across her skin, making sure she felt my brand in every single nerve ending.
I pulled back and rolled my hips forward again, setting a rhythm that had her crying out with each thrust.
“Tell me again,” I demanded, my voice rough as I drove into her. “Tell me you’re not fucking mine.”
I slowed my thrusts to a grind, making her feel every inch.
“Look at us.” I gripped her throat, forcing her attention where I wanted it. “Look in that mirror and tell me you don’t belong to me.”
Annie’s tear-streaked face turned toward our reflection. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with pain and pleasure and need.
“I lied,” she sobbed, the words breaking on a gasp as I rolled my hips. “I lied. I’m yours.”
“Again,” I growled, tightening my grip on her throat.
“I’m yours,” she cried out, her voice cracking. “I’m yours, Cipher. I’m yours.”
She kept repeating it, the words tumbling out between sobs and moans, a desperate litany of surrender. Each repetition drove straight through me, feeding the monster that demanded her complete capitulation.
“That’s right,” I snarled, releasing her throat to grip her hips again. I slammed into her harder, rewarding her honesty with exactly what she needed. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you.”
Annie’s pussy tightened around me and she came, screaming my name.
“Cipher! Oh god, Cipher!”
I wouldn’t last. Not with violence and lust roaring through my veins. Not with Annie’s perfect cunt squeezing me like she was determined to extract every drop.
“Cipher,” she gasped, my name breaking on another moan.
That was the final trigger. I buried myself, holding her hips flush against mine as I emptied myself inside her.
“Fuck,” I hissed, the word barely recognizable as I pulsed inside her. “Fuck, Annie.”
I stayed buried deep, unwilling to break the connection even as the last aftershocks faded. My breath came in harsh pants as I pressed soft kisses against the sweat-slicked skin of her shoulder.
I came back to myself slowly, the haze of violence and lust receding. Annie’s body was trembling, tears streaming down her face. The monster in me, the one that wanted to keep her like this, bound and marked and filled with my cum, roared for more.
I silenced it without effort. There would be time for more. Later.
“Annie,” I murmured, reaching to release the restraints. She collapsed against me the moment she was unbound and I scooped her up into my arms.
“I’ve got you.” I cradled her against me as I carried her from the Playroom and back to my bedroom—our bedroom—where the sheets were cool and the lighting soft. Where I could worship her properly for the gift of her surrender.
I laid her on the bed gently, following her down to press my body along the length of hers. Her skin felt feverish against mine.
“You were perfect.” I brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead. “So fucking perfect.”
Annie’s lips parted on an exhale that might have been my name.
“Drink,” I commanded, reaching for the water I’d placed on the nightstand earlier. I supported her head as she took several long swallows. When she’d finished, I pulled her against me.
“Mine,” I whispered into her hair, the word both possessive and wondering. Even after everything, it seemed impossible that she’d chosen this. Chosen me.
“Yours,” she agreed, the word barely audible but unmistakable.
I traced lazy patterns on her back, careful to avoid the marks I’d left for now. Her breathing eventually evened out, but I could tell from the tension in her muscles that she wasn’t quite asleep, just resting.
I’d never expected Annie to be like this, so perfectly matched to the darkness inside me. The rule-following Keeper who melted into a creature of pure need under my hands.
I kept my hand moving over her spine, feeling the fragile architecture of her bones beneath my palm. “I love you, Sparks,” I whispered.
Annie’s eyelashes fluttered against my jaw before she opened her eyes. The blue of her irises were dark with exhaustion but clear. She shifted against the mattress, tilting her chin up to press her lips to mine.
“I love you,” she whispered against my mouth.
Hearing her say it settled a vicious, hollow ache deep within me.
Her hands slid up my chest, leaving trails of light behind them where they touched my tattoos. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck and gave a subtle pull, urging me to shift until I was directly over her.
“You told me I wouldn’t get any gentleness from you in that room tonight,” she said, her voice soft and raspy. “But we aren’t in that room anymore. Will you give it to me here?”
I wanted nothing more than to drag her down into the pitch-black depths of my affection, to show her that my love was just as consuming as my cruelty.
“Yes.”
I settled my hips between her thighs and Annie’s breath hitched as I entered her, her nails digging into my shoulders as she stretched to accommodate me.
I watched her face as I began to roll my hips slowly against her.
I wanted to memorize the way her expression softened, the way her walls desperately gripped me.
I was a monster who built a legacy on calculation and force, but here, buried inside the woman who held my fractured soul in her hands, I was exactly where I was meant to be.
She was mine. Completely fucking mine.
And I was going to take her again and again, all night long, until neither of us could remember a time when we weren’t joined like this—her body to mine, her surrender to my possession.