22. Isidoro #3
I swallow every drop of his pre-cum, his taste musky and dark as it explodes on my tongue, as it drives my restraint to its limits. I want nothing more than to sink on his fat cock, to ride him until he fills me up with him. But I also want this to be good, the best.
I slip his dick out of my mouth, not letting him come. Stepping off the bed, I rid myself of my underwear. My cock springs free, wet and neglected.
Julian licks his lips, eyes greedy and dark. “Isi,” he drawls as his body pumps blood south again. “I can’t take this anymore.”
Nerve-endings on fire, I climb up his body, kissing his pecs, sucking on a nipple, all the while every inch of my skin begs to be touched.
I can smell how turned on he is, the hours of edging sharpening his scent, his desire.
It rivals my own, the denial of my own needs only heightening my urges further.
Our eyes meet. He pokes his tongue out, begging for it, so I capture his mouth. My craving for him takes charge, my tongue ravenous as it deepens the kiss, owning that sweet cavity before it’s his turn to drive me mad.
The belt clanks as he tries to free himself, the desperation taking its toll. But the impromptu chains hold, leaving him at my mercy.
“Isi,” he purrs, his abs tensing.
I lean in, shaking my ass so my balls rub against his thigh. “What is it? Tell me. What do you want me to do?”
He groans, cutting off a growl. “I need you. Please. I’m going insane. This is too much.”
His voice cracks, a telltale that he’s at his limit. I slide further down, slotting his rigid shaft between my ass cheeks, but not letting him in just yet. “Say you are mine and that I can use you for my own pleasure. Any way I wish. Any place. Any time of the day.”
“Yes, please, Isi. Use me, however you want, any time even if we are in public. I’m yours. Fuck me like you did last time, show me you own me. Please.”
I gather pre-cum from him and me, rubbing the slickness into my hole. It accepts my two fingers eagerly, the thickness not nearly enough, but sufficient to seal my fate as he spews more pleas at me. Having him beg me so sweetly to fuck him is too endearing, I simply can’t say no.
Slowly, I take his cockhead, the fat tip spreading my puckered rim of muscles. The sensation as it slides inside me, forcing me open, is sublime, the burn from the stretch heavenly. The added pain only exacerbates the extreme pleasure, my body shaking from how good it feels.
“Yess, fuuuck, Isi, so good,” Julian mumbles, delirious as he gets lost in the moment.
Clasping his neck until he’s almost suffocating, I start moving, my thrusts measured and deep.
He arches off the bed as much as his restraining position allows for, hips bucking as he fucks into me and tags my prostate with every hit.
I feel so full of him, his shaft ripping me in half in the best way.
The compulsion to bite him arises in me, hot like the desire coiling my insides.
His eyes flash as I lean in, his head turning to the side to offer me his neck.
The marks I left on him have faded, but are still there, guiding my teeth.
My incisors sink into his flesh first, puncturing the skin.
He moans, convulsing under me, and then his taste invades me, rich, irresistible and mine to savor.
His thrusts grow in urgency, our pace breaking as he chases after that peak, the one that will release all the tension from him.
Not yet.
I make an incision with a partially extended claw, shoving my bleeding wrist against his mouth. His tongue licks the blood, and from the corner of my vision, I catch his breathtaking eyes as they flash in a red that’s a mix of mine and his.
“Julian, come for me,” I order, deepening my bite.
Blood spurts from his neck, painting us both crimson as he buries his teeth into my wrist. Pleasure zaps me like electricity, the current unstoppable in its path.
Julian breaks free, the belt flying off to the floor as his hands clasp my waist possessively, fingers digging into my sides.
He snaps his hips up, reaching so deep I simply can’t take it.
On a shout, I come first, but he isn’t far behind, our mad rhythm stuttering as he spills inside me. My ass clenches around his shaft, trapping it inside me, my body jolting and jerking alongside his. He keeps fucking me as I milk him, delirious and lost to desire.
He’s beautiful in an unhinged way, the knowledge that I’m the only one who can drive him so insane fueling my yearning for him.
I don’t let him slip out, lying on top of him as we catch our breaths.
My hand stays around his neck, a reminder that I’m his owner in bed, that this isn’t over until I say it is.
“I think we should amend the agreement, after all,” he says, voice light and full of affection.
I kiss his chin, then drag my lips to his ear, tonguing the lobe. “It has been extended indefinitely. You can’t take that back.”
He laughs, his chest vibrating beneath me. “Who said anything about taking stuff back? I want to add a clause.”
Intrigued, I let him out of me finally, gathering our flaccid cocks in my hand. My mind is still a mess from the violent orgasm, but my body already wants him again.
“And what clause is that?” I ask, lazily stroking us.
“You must fuck me once a day like this. Preferably twice. You don’t need my permission. You can own me even if I’m sleeping or eating or in the middle of a fucking golf match with a business partner. Anything is allowed, anywhere, I don’t care.”
He’s being ridiculous. But that’s yet another trait of his I can’t help but find adorable.
“I will consider it. But first…” I quirk an eyebrow in challenge. “Prove you can handle it.”
I don’t drag out the second round. We end it with his teeth inside my neck this time, the bite pulsating dull pleasure even as the ecstasy of my climax wears off. I let him drink until the hungry shine in his eyes subsides, my senses hijacked by his gentle but greedy mouth.
Covered in blankets, we retreat to my room once he can walk without wobbling.
We take a bath together, then sit on my bed.
I help him dry, toweling his silky black hair until no water drips from it.
His hand shoots up to his chest as I button his black shirt, rubbing the scar across his sternum.
It won’t heal, it will remain there forever, but that’s a small price to pay for having him back.
“So…” he says, voice cracking. He clears his throat, arching an eyebrow. “What did I miss?”
I smile at his easy humor. His eyes track the movement of my lips, growing darker.
“Cerberus is dead, though he almost took you with him. We’ve got the locations of the remaining cells, but there aren’t any more enhanced ghouls, supposedly.
Cerberus was their prototype. It seems we intervened before they could scale up the operation. I haven’t ordered the hits yet.”
“Right. Okay. Good. Aside from me almost dying, I mean.” His expression softens as his hand cups my chin and pulls me in for a peck on the lips. “How are you? Is your stomach okay?” His hand presses on the faint scar, his face clouding with worry. “There was a fucking hole in it, Isi…”
My name coming out with such genuine care attached to it almost undoes me. “I’m fine, as you can see.” I swat his hand away, directing it to my mouth instead, so I can kiss his knuckles.
I’m lucky his father’s conserved body was there, providing enough blood so I wouldn’t die right there and then. The pain from the ghoul’s attack was the most horrible agony I’ve ever experienced, but I couldn’t let myself go, not when Julian would be next.
“I honestly don’t know how you survived with that hole in you.”
I shrug. “I’m stronger than I might look.”
He shakes his head, a smile teasing his lips. “Wait a couple more years. You’ll be no match for me.”
“It’s a good thing we are married then, isn’t it? The man at my side will not only be my partner, but serve as my bodyguard, too.”
“You are so full of it, as usual,” he says, stifling a chuckle as he puts on the pair of pants I picked for him. “When do you plan to attack these cells?”
I’m meeting a new business partner of mine for dinner, and since Julian’s no longer simply a trophy husband, I should teach him the ropes. My heart flutters just imagining what it will be like having him next to me when I make important decisions.
I adjust the brown leather corset on top of my dark red shirt, waving Julian over so he can tie the cord at the back.
My burgundy hair is braided to one side, leaving the left half of my face exposed along with the golden earring with Mary Elisabeth’s feather.
It’s an important heirloom, but I can’t help but want to show it off now.
“I don’t know yet,” I confess, smiling at my reflection. Julian straightens next to me, puffing his chest out and leaning his head on my shoulder. We look stunning together, like a king and his consort headed to a ball. “I was waiting for you to wake up, so we could decide the next steps together.”
He clutches his heart, his joy tangible in the air.
Together, him and me. I like the sound of that, I let it engulf me, settle into my skin and bones.
It feels as right as standing by his side does, and I hold onto that giddy feeling as we head outside, ready to tackle any danger the world might send our way.