He grunts, his hands on me strong and hard, his fingers digging into my skin. “Trust me, I have every intention of reminding you whose body this is. Who you fucking belong to. That there’s only one person allowed to touch you, and that’s me.”
“Oh, so only you’re allowed to kill me?”
He positions himself between my legs, stroking his length with the lube already on his hand. “You’re making me reconsider my stance on gags with that mouth of yours.”
My fingers grip the straps of the swing tighter, and I shoot him the most obnoxious smile I can muster as the head of his dick nudges at my entrance. “Oh, I thought the rule was shut it or you’ll fuck—”
He thrusts in hard, and I gasp as he bottoms out, the piercings on his cock dragging along my walls in a way that sends electric shocks through my body.
"God, Merci." His voice is rough, strained. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect. Not going to last long."
I roll my hips, trying fuck myself onto his dick. "Harder, Zach. Fuck me like you own me."
He grabs onto the leather straps of the swing and uses it to pull me onto his dick with each powerful thrust. It helps him drive deeper, harder, until he finds that perfect spot that makes me cry out.
"Such a greedy little slut." He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m going to come so deep inside you it’ll be dripping out for days.”
I moan, meeting his thrusts as best I can, the swing amplifying each movement. My dick twitches, begging for attention, but Zach keeps his focus on fucking me into oblivion.
"Touch yourself. Show me how much you love my cock."
My hand wraps around my aching length, stroking in time with his relentless thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, my balls drawing up tight as pleasure coils in my gut.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so loud and the way he’s grunting . . . no way the entire building can’t hear us or the slap of our skin. It’s lewd and filthy and utterly perfect.
My body trembles as the tension inside threatens to snap, my hole clenching tighter around him. "Fuck, Zach. Right there. Don't stop."
"Come for me, Little Scorpion. Show me how much you love being mine."
His words tip me over the edge. My release hits hard, pleasure ripping through me in waves as I cry out his name. My body shakes, my dick pulsing in my hand as I paint my stomach.
Zach's thrusts become erratic, then he slams into me one last time. A guttural groan escapes him, his body shuddering as he finds his release.
We stay there for a moment, catching our breath. Zach pulls out slowly before helping me out of the swing. My legs are shaking, but his strong arms wrap around me, holding me steady.
"Fuck." I bury my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. The collar sits perfectly against my throat, a reminder of who I belong to.
He tilts my chin up, his steel-gray eyes searching mine. "You okay?"
I nod, unable to stop my grin. "More than okay. Though we definitely need to test this thing out again. You know, for science."
His lips crash against mine, the kiss deep and possessive. "Greedy, Little Scorpion."
"You love it."
"I love you." He pulls back, his expression serious. "And I want to keep trying new things. With you."
"I love you too, Zach." The words come out fierce and sure because this man has earned every ounce of devotion I have to give. "And whatever insane plans you've got brewing in that beautiful mind of yours—I'm all in."
He stares at me intensely, then pulls me toward the bed. “When do you start therapy again?”
“Next week.” I slip under the covers. Not looking forward to digging up all the shit I've gone through, but who knows, maybe it'll shed some light on my possible future career.
Zach lays down next to me, and as we curl up together, I play with the medallion on my collar, smiling against hischest. This is home—right here, in his arms. The future is full of possibilities I never let myself dream of before.
And with Zach by my side, I can't wait to explore every single one.
Epilogue
