Chapter 19 #2
She doesn’t flinch when I kneel behind her, the mattress dipping under my weight. She’s already where I want her—on her knees, face buried in the sheets, wrists bound to the headboard, spine curved in perfect, trembling submission.
I settle behind her and let the silence stretch. Let it crawl over her skin. Let her feel the weight of it.
The weight of me.
“Open wider.”
She shivers, thighs trembling as her knees inch apart. I watch her slowly spread for me—obedient and soaked. She’s exposed, everything on display, but I don’t touch her.
Not yet.
“You’re stunning like this, open to me with every inch of you consenting.”
I trail my fingers up her inner thigh. She gasps when I skim her slick folds, her pussy wet and pulsing against my touch.
I move lower, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide until I can see everything. Her cunt’s swollen and leaking, skin flushed and hot. I bury my face in it—deep and greedy—tongue sliding through her slit, nose pressed to the seam of her. I breathe her in, let the taste and scent drown me.
Then I drag her pussy across my mouth, coating my lips, chin, and entire fucking face in her juices.
It’s primal. Filthy.
Intoxicating.
She jerks, breath catching in her throat. “Oh—God—”
“You taste like sin,” I growl against her, the words soaked in heat, lips pressed to her clit. She cries out, hips bucking, but I lock her down with both hands and suck her clit into my mouth.
She makes a broken sound and arches, her body coming apart under the strain. Her wrists pull against the silk.
The way she struggles makes my cock throb.
She’s not running.
She’s writhing.
Begging.
And I’m nowhere near done with her.
My tongue flicks faster, merciless in its devotion, then slows to long, dragging strokes that peel desperate gasps from her parted lips. I take her to the edge and shove her past it. My mouth becomes an obscene prayer.
Her body trembles beneath me, thighs twitching, breath breaking. She’s barely holding on. I can tell by the way her cunt tightens, in the way her hips chase my mouth.
Every moan is a confession.
Every breath, a plea.
She shakes, and a thin, high-pitched whine cracks in her throat. “I… oh my God…”
Her legs try to close, panic and pleasure colliding as she tries to flee. I catch her, hold her open, and keep my mouth right where it belongs.
Not yet.
“Oh fuck. I… I can’t…”
“Don’t fight it,” I say between licks, my tongue never stopping. “Come for me, Babygirl. Let me have it.”
She shatters with a scream—loud, broken, and torn straight from her chest. Her thighs clamp around my head, grinding into my mouth.
I stay buried there, my tongue relentless. My hands lock tightly on her thighs, dragging her through it, refusing to let it fade.
She comes apart in stages—twitching and stuttering. Her muscles seize, then collapse, her body sagging under the force of it.
Her thighs quake against my grip, trying to close, to escape the pleasure tearing her open. There’s nowhere left to go.
I lick her through every tremor. Every wave. Every shattered, breathless curse she can’t stop spilling.
Her back bows, then collapses. Her arms slacken in the restraints, head tipping to the side as she drags in air.
Even so, I don’t stop. Not until the tremors fade. Not until her body goes quiet—sagging and spent. Not until she belongs to me in every way that counts.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “That hit hard, didn’t it?”
She tries to speak, but it comes out as a breathless whimper.
I slap her ass. “Use your words, Babygirl.”
“You…” Her voice shakes, wrecked and full of need. “Fuck… you hit hard.”
I smirk against her skin, tongue flicking the edge of her again, teasing her raw and open. “Damn right I do.”
She whimpers, hips twitching, already chasing more. “I want you inside me.”
I drag my fingers through her slit, slow and taunting, spreading her open. “Yeah, you do. You need me to stretch this greedy little cunt until you’re split wide and dripping.”
She nods, fighting the restraints, breath ragged, body trembling with need.
“No.” I give her ass a sharp smack. “Say it.”
“Please,” she pants. “Please don’t make me wait. I want your cock. I need it.”
“Good,” I growl. “Because I’m not stopping until you forget your own fucking name.”
She gasps, twisting her head. “Are you still wearing your clothes?”
She turns her face toward me, blindfolded, eyes searching the dark.
“Yeah, but not for long.”
I rise from the bed and rip off my shirt. I unbuckle my belt, and my pants hit the floor. My cock’s already hard, leaking at the tip. The second the air hits my skin, I crave the heat of her.
“Fuck, I’m aching to be inside you.”
I climb back onto the bed and settle behind her, hands dragging down the curve of her ass.
“You’re mine, Laurette. All mine. You don’t look at anyone else, don’t want anyone else, don’t fucking exist for anyone else. Do you understand?”
She answers instantly. “Yes. I—I understand.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours. Only yours. No one else can have me.”
“That’s right.” My voice is a rasp, soaked in need. “No one fucking touches what belongs to me.”
Possession settles deep in my blood and bones. My cock pulses, thick and ready to ruin.
I grip her hips and drag the head of my cock through her slit, slick and soaking. Teasing her pussy with the weight of it. Watching her twitch.
“Skin on skin, baby. Nothing between us. You want that?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I want it. I need it.”
“Good.” I lean in close, breath hot against her ear. “And just so you fucking know—I’m not gentle. And I’m not pulling out.”
I press the head of my cock against her entrance. “You’d better be on something strong, Laurette. Because I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt until you’re dripping with me. You’re getting every drop.”
I sink into her with a groan, burying every inch of my cock inside her hot, tight slit. Fucking soaked. Her body clenches around me. The sound she makes—high, wrecked bliss—punches straight into my spine.
“Look at that,” I growl, hips grinding deeply. “You take me so fucking well. Your tight little cunt was made to be stretched by me.”
My hand wraps around her throat. Not choking—yet. Just enough pressure to remind her who owns the air in her lungs.
Her hips push back into me without hesitation. Needy and shameless. She’s begging without a word.
“Pretty little thing,” I whisper in her ear. “Made to be ruined and begging me to do it.”
I move, each thrust hard and unrelenting. The sound of our bodies colliding is obscene—wet and violent. Her moans dissolve into broken cries as my fingers tighten, making her fight for every breath.
Then I release her throat and slide my grip to her shoulders, locking her in place. Holding her still so I can drive in deeper. Every inch is a claim.
Her pussy grips me, holding on with a fierce, unrelenting heat. Each thrust drags a fresh moan from her lips; each retreat pulls a whimper. I fuck her slowly, savoring it. Every drive is designed to make her savor each second, to break her down one motion at a time.
I watch her pussy stretch around me, glistening and raw in the candlelight, every inch of my cock slick with her arousal.
She’s soaked—dripping—and I can see it all.
The way her lips part, the way she clenches every time I bottom out, tight and greedy.
My shaft shines when I drag it out, coated in her, only to shove it back in, slow and merciless.
Her hole grips me like a fucking vice—wet, pulsing, desperate—and every thrust makes her twitch.
Her spine bows, offering herself all over again. Blindfolded and panting, she’s lost in the dark I built around her.
“Such a good girl.”
I pull almost all the way out. Then slam back in.
She screams—sharp, raw, and involuntary.
Again.
Harder.
She shudders with every ruthless thrust, each one a claim. My hips drive forward without mercy, the wet sound of friction and suction filling the room. It’s obscene and rhythmic. Fucking perfect.
My fingers dig into her hips. I hold her still and slam deeper. “You were made for this,” I growl, voice ragged with lust. “Made for me.”
She moans something. It’s shattered and indecipherable. Doesn’t matter. I hear the need in it.
I drive forward hard enough to jolt her entire body. She’s falling apart. I can see it in every tremble and gasp.
The breath before the free fall.
“Don’t hold back. I want all of it. Every moan. Every twitch. Let me hear what I do to you.”
I slide one hand from her hip, dragging it over the curve of her ass. I circle her tight little hole, teasing the entrance, then press my thumb inside.
She gasps—loud and ragged—hips jerking, torn between the instinct to run and the desire to take everything.
I groan, fucking her harder, my cock driving deep while my thumb fucks her tight little asshole. “You take it all, don’t you? Every inch. Every filthy fucking inch.”
Her breath turns to sobs. Her body shakes, caught in the storm, wrecked and split open.
“Come for me, Laurette,” I growl. “Right now. With my cock buried in your pussy and my thumb in your ass.”
I shift back onto my heels, pulling her with me, watching it all. Candlelight flickers over her skin, glinting off sweat, painting her in gold and shadow. Her body jerks, and I watch her break with both holes stretched around me.
“That’s it,” I say. “My beautiful girl. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
I slam into her, chasing the pleasure knotted in obsession and need. Her legs quake. Her arms hang limp in the restraints. She’s beyond gone—silent but screaming, undone in every way.
I lean forward, blanketing her body with mine, mouth brushing her ear. “One day, Laurette, I’ll fuck this ass and make you take every inch. You’ll scream my name while I ruin you.”
She gasps, and the sound shreds through me.
I hammer into her, brutal and unrelenting, her body welcoming every thrust. My hand grips her hip, hard enough to leave marks—proof she’s claimed long after I’m gone.