Chapter 35 #2
“So fucking wet for me,” I growled in her ear, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped and pushed against my hand. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me fucking you?”
Annie’s only response was a moan as I curled my fingers, finding that spot that made her tremble. When I felt her start to tighten around my fingers, I withdrew them. She made a sound of protest that sent a surge of satisfaction through me.
“Not yet,” I murmured, positioning myself at her entrance. “I want you coming on my cock.”
I pushed forward in one hard thrust. The sensation of her beautiful pussy enveloping me was overwhelming. Annie cried out, her body tensing around me.
I gripped her hips, holding her captive against me as she tried to accommodate my size. Annie’s breathing hitched, ragged and desperate. After a moment, she pushed back against me, like she was trying to take me even deeper.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
I thrust into her hard, rolling my hips in the way I knew would make her gasp. The sound echoed off the tiles, amplified by the acoustics of the shower. I gave her the punishing rhythm she loved, each stroke driving deeper than the last.
“Fuck, Annie,” I growled against her ear, one hand sliding around to her clit while my other hand captured her breast. The sensation of her pussy clenching around my cock and her nipple hardening against my palm drove me fucking mad.
Annie’s breath came in short, desperate pants that synchronized with my thrusts. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filled the shower, creating a soundtrack that drove me to move faster, harder.
“You like that?” I asked, my voice rough. “Do you like taking my cock?”
“Yes,” she gasped, the word breaking on a moan as I pinched her nipple. She was close. So fucking close.
I increased the pressure on her clit, circling faster.
“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now, Annie.”
She shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock as she cried out, the sound bouncing off the tiles and straight into my bloodstream. Her entire body trembled against mine, but I didn’t stop. I held her steady, forcing her to ride out the waves of pleasure while I continued to use her.
The vise-like grip of her cunt pushed me toward the edge fast. I gripped her hips with both hands as I drove into her again and again as my orgasm hit and I emptied myself inside her.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the steady patter of water.
I pulled out of her and spun her around, pulling her into a hungry kiss.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers threading through my wet hair as she pulled me closer.
I broke the kiss to look down at her. Water plastered dark strands of hair to her cheeks, but her blue eyes were wide and blown out.
Annie pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against my chest. Her lips dragged downward, tracing my tattoos.
The hot glide of her mouth against me made it impossible for me to think.
She curled into my chest, her hands resting flat against my ribs.
She was a docile thing now that I had fucked her.
She always went pliable and compliant after taking my cock.
I hooked my finger under her chin, tilting her head up. I delivered another hard kiss, then turned my back to her, stepping directly under the scalding spray to rinse off.
A flash of movement caught in my peripheral vision and the squeak of wet skin against tile echoed over the rushing water. I snapped my head around. The glass door stood wide open. Annie was gone.
The soft kisses. The compliant submission. It was all a distraction. The docility was an act.
The fucking brat.
A vicious thrill spiked through my blood as for the first time, I let the monster completely off the leash.
I caught her before she even reached the bedroom door, tackling her to the ground.
She hit the floor on her hands and knees with a sharp gasp. I didn’t give her a second to recover or fight back. I dropped my weight over her, caging her against the floor. I gripped her hips, hoisting her ass into the air, and shoved my cock deep inside her slick cunt in an unforgiving thrust.
Annie screamed, a fractured, beautiful sound.
I rutted against her, dragging my mouth across the nape of her neck. I tasted the water on her skin, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. I inhaled the scent of her arousal mixed with the adrenaline of her failed escape.
I reached forward and wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her backward. Her spine arched until she was flush against my chest. I held her tight by the throat as I fucked her.
“You thought you could run?” I snarled against her wet skin, my voice a feral rasp that barely sounded human. “You thought you could put on a pretty little show in the shower, milk me dry, and just walk away?”
She choked on a moan, taking every fucking thrust.
My free hand abandoned her hip, to capture her breast. I kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard enough to make her whimper.
“You’re lucky I have a schedule,” I growled. “If I didn’t have to go drop bodies for the cameras, I’d drag you straight down to the playroom. I’d strap you to the bench, spread those fucking legs wide, and take the flogger to your ass.”
Her pussy tightened around my cock at the threat and my pulse roared in my ears. She wanted the violence. She craved the monster. I would give it to her.
I clamped my teeth down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I bit hard, sinking my teeth in until the sharp spike of copper hit my tongue.
Annie screamed and the broken sound vibrated against the palm holding her throat, as her body seized. Her cunt milked me as she came from the pain of my bite.
“You’re a fucking little masochist,” I praised.
When I first realized that pain got her off it had been an intoxicating revelation.
It meant the equation had fundamentally changed.
I didn’t have to cage the darkest parts of my mind or hold back the violence that lived in my marrow for fear of breaking her.
I could unleash every twisted, predatory urge I possessed, and she would just open her legs and beg for it.
I pulled out of her and she gave a choked gasp as I shoved her down and flipped her onto her back. She looked up at me with the feral intensity of a fucking hellcat as I straddled her stomach, my hand working my cock with her own wetness.
Her chest heaved. The bite mark on her shoulder already bruising a deep, violent purple. She looked fucking hungry.
It was the most beautiful, damning thing I had ever seen.
I thrust into my own hand as I came. Hot ropes of my cum streaked across Annie’s stomach, trailing up the soft curves of her breasts.
“Fuck, you look good wearing me.”
I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, my cum glistening on her skin. Something possessive and deeply satisfied unfurled within me at the sight.
“Are you going to behave now?” I asked, running my thumb through the mess on her stomach.
Annie’s eyes met mine, that familiar spark of defiance still burning brightly despite her thoroughly fucked appearance. “That depends on how you define ‘behave.’”
“Following orders. Not running. Being a good prisoner.”
“Your punishment doesn’t really make me want to behave.”
“Fucking brat,” I murmured. I fell forward, catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her, and kissed her. When I pulled back, I bit her lower lip just hard enough to make her gasp.
“I need another shower,” Annie sighed against my mouth.
I glanced down at my handiwork spread across her skin. “I should leave you like this. Let it dry on your skin so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
She arched one brow upward as she lifted her hands and threaded them into my damp hair, pushing the heavy strands back from my forehead. The gesture was too tender for a woman pinned to the floor in a puddle of water, covered in my cum.
“Are you going to take me to the playroom later?” she asked. Her voice held a raspy edge, roughened by the screams I had just ripped from her throat. “Like you threatened to?”
I leaned into her touch. “I’ll do anything you’d like, Sparks.”
The corner of her mouth quirked. “That isn’t usually how keeping a prisoner works. You’re supposed to dictate the terms, not take requests.”
I lowered my head, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
I inhaled deeply, pulling the scent of her damp skin and the musk of our sex into my lungs.
My lips brushed right over the darkening bruise my teeth had just left on her and I pressed a lingering kiss to the abused flesh.
She gave a soft little moan and I smiled.
“I like to keep this particular prisoner happy,” I murmured against her skin.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, expecting another sarcastic retort. Instead, Annie pressed her lips to mine.
My eyes closed on instinct and I kissed her back, mapping the curve of her lower lip, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment wash over me. Her thumb stroked my cheekbone, a soothing motion I leaned into eagerly.
The warmth expanding in my chest felt infinitely dangerous. This was all too domestic. The comfort of her hands on my face and her mouth on mine terrified me.
I broke the kiss and pulled back, putting inches of necessary physical distance between us before I lost my mind.
“We need to shower for real. I have actual work to do, Bishop.”
I stood up and reached down, wrapping my hand around her wrist to pull her to her feet. She didn’t complain about the sudden shift in mood or the abrupt end to our intimacy. She just turned and walked back toward the bathroom.
I followed a step behind her, my eyes tracking the sway of her hips and the water sliding down her back.
Annie stepped back into the glass enclosure of the shower, the thick steam immediately curling around her. I leaned against the doorframe, watching the water wash away the mess I’d made of her.