“That’s it,” Landon murmurs, his fingers spreading my cheeks wider. “Show me how well I filled you.”
I push harder, feeling the warm trickle down my thighs as I expel his release. The sensation is strangely erotic—another surrender, another way he’s claimed me completely.
“Beautiful,” he purrs. His finger traces through the wetness, spreading it over my sensitive flesh. And I realize in that moment that it’s no longer a question of whether I’m his or not. I belong wholly to the man who hunted me.
20
LANDON
My release drips from Sadie’s ass, and I savor the sight. Reaching for the two wet towels I’d stashed nearby, I clean myself first, wiping my cock before turning my attention to her and using a clean one on her.
“Stay still,” I command as I gently clean her pussy first. She whimpers slightly as the towel brushes over her well-used openings. “You took me so well, little butterfly.”
After removing her restraints, I guide her to the large mattress on the floor in the corner of the chamber. She’s pliant now, worn out from multiple orgasms and the intensity of our connection. I position her on her side and slide in behind her, spooning her body against mine.
Without warning, I lift her top leg slightly and slide my cock inside her pussy in one smooth motion. She’s still wet and ready, her body accepting me instantly despite her soft groan of surprise.
“What are you doing?” Sadie asks.
I adjust our position, settling deeper inside her as I pull her back against my chest. “You’re going to warm my cock while we take a breather. Get some sleep.”
“Are you insane?” She tries to shift away, but my arm around her waist holds her in place. “I can’t sleep with your cock inside me.”
I chuckle against her neck, feeling her pussy clench around me at the vibration. “Why not? Is my little butterfly too horny to rest?” I rock my hips, just enough to make her gasp and her cunt clench. “Your body seems to like the idea.”
The sensation is strange—not just physical pleasure, but a want I’ve never felt before. This closeness. This intimacy.
“Sleep,” I whisper against her ear, brushing my lips against the sensitive skin there. “You need to rest.”
She makes a soft sound of agreement, but her body betrays her. Her hips begin to shift, rolling back against me in small, needy movements. Each subtle motion sends electricity through my nerves. My grip on her waist tightens.
“Be still,” I command. “I didn’t give you permission to move.”
She doesn’t stop. If anything, her movements become more deliberate, her pussy clenching around me as she rocks back.
“Sadie.” My tone sharpens. “I said stop.”
Her only response is a breathy moan as she continues to fuck herself on my cock. The defiance sparks a dangerous fire within. No one denies me. No one disobeys.
In one swift motion, I flip her onto her stomach, pinning her arms above her head with one hand while my other grips her hip, holding her still. I cover her body with mine, my chest pressed against her back, my mouth at her ear.
“When I give an order, you obey.” I bite down on the tender flesh where her neck meets her shoulder. “Did you think I was asking?”
I pull my hips back and thrust into her with punishing force, making her cry out.
“Who does this body belong to?” I growl, tightening my grip on her wrists.
“You,” she gasps.
“Then you move when I say move.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust. “You come when I say come. You rest when I say rest. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Sadie whispers, her voice breaking as I drive into her again.
I freeze mid-thrust, my grip on her wrists tightening. “Yes, what?”
The chamber around us pulses with distant sounds of pleasure and pain, but I focus only on her. At this moment of submission. Her body tenses beneath mine, that spark of defiance I’ve come to crave flickering through her muscles.
“When I have you like this, when I’m inside you, claiming every part of you, there’s a way you address me.”
