“Hsss!” I hissed at the intense wave of pleasure that rolled through my sex. My hands and feet clenched. I heard wrestling noises but still refused to look in his direction. When the bed dipped and I felt the heat from his body move behind me, I tried to kick at him, but his hand gripped my ankle, preventing me.
“I’m not yours!” I yelled, my voice choked with tears. It was a lie. He knew it and I knew it. But I fought to hold onto that lie as if it were my lifeline. Even as he spread my legs apart and his thick cock brushed against my aching wetness. I gasped when he roughly pulled my head back by my hair.
“You’ve always fucking been mine. From the very first time you put your lips on me. Your lips, your pussy, your ass, and anything else I want ismine.”
I whimpered at the feel of his hard rod at the apex of my sex, ready to breach me. He slid in easily due to the outpouring of my wetness for him. I tried to shake my head no, denying his words.
“Say it,” he growled in my ear.
I shook my head as much as I could with his hand still tugging at my hair.
“Say it!”
“I–” I broke off, shaking my head again.
“Say it!”
“I’m yours!” I finally let out, and when I did he made me his over and over again, breaching me. I screamed out, feeling every ridge of his cock when he pushed into me all the way to the hilt. I needed time to adjust. It’d been a long time since this part of my body had been invaded, but Aaron was relentless. Pushing in and pulling out before thrusting in again in rapid succession.
“A-A,” I panted, unable to get his name completely out of my mouth. His thrusts stole my words, and replaced all thoughts and memories with nothing but what he was doing to me at that moment. And my body took it all, weeping for more of him. My breasts ached as they bounced against my chest from his relentless pounding. My ass jiggled, high in the air, my hips were sore from the tight hold of his hands on them, and most of all, my pussy throbbed and rippled from the glide of his cock. I twisted my hands in the silk sheets of the bed, moaning loudly until my throat felt hoarse. I was close, oh so close. But again, before I could reach my zenith, Aaron pulled completely out of me.
“Son of a–” My curse was cut off by a hard smack at my ass. I cried out at the ripple of pain that moved down to my pussy, turning into another wave of pleasure I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“I told you to watch your fucking mouth!” he roared, undoing my wrists and flipping my body over.
I wanted to strike out at him but I was too undone and he was too fast. He retied my wrists and then pushed my legs at the knees high up, so they were bent and spread wide for him. My knees nearly came to my armpits. Blinking, I looked up at him, to see he was completely nude. My eyes zeroed in on the scars over his chest, but they paused at the ink I saw there. It looked like a Chinese symbol but I didn’t know what it meant.
Tattoos are useless.
I remembered his words plain as day. I thought maybe I was imagining things but couldn’t orient myself long enough before I was impaled again. My head thrashed against the pillows of the bed. With my hands bound and knees held up by his hands, I could only take what he was giving me. Again, he pounded me into the mattress, ferocious in the way he was taking siege of my body. I gasped, when he pushed my legs even higher and wider, allowing himself to go just another inch deeper. My head rose off the bed, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. I glanced all around the room, my eyes wide, until my sight finally landed on his face.
He looked so in control. The lonely bead of sweat that moved down the side of his face was the only indication he was exerting himself. That, and his eyes. His eyes were so stormy and acute. He watched me. Took into consideration every reaction I had to his thrusts. He sped up his strokes and I lost my breath, and he still watched me intently—never breaking eye contact, and never allowing me to either. He slowed down his pace, pulling almost completely out of me, staring at me with just the tip of his cock inside of me. He reached down, let his thumb rub my clit at the same time he pushed all the way back in and sent me spiraling.
I finally broke eye contact when my eyes fell shut against the current. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure from built-up, unexpressed orgasms came over me. My body shook and I screamed and then gasped when I couldn’t scream any longer. I trembled, every muscle in my body tightening up. The orgasm was totally consuming and felt endless. And still, through it all, Aaron rode me, pounding as my pussy muscles clenched around him. His own grunts mixed with my moans and cries. It wasn’t until I was totally spent, weakened from my orgasm, that he pulled completely out of me again, and came himself, releasing his hot come all over my belly and breasts. He massaged his thick cock with his hand, squeezing out every last drop, making sure it covered me.
My legs fell limply to the bed. I was spent. I watched wordlessly as the last drops of his semen fell into my belly button.
“Like I fucking said, you’ve always belonged to me.”
****
I awoke, feeling groggy and disoriented. My mouth felt like it held a ball of cotton in it and every muscle in my body ached when I tried to turn over. The memories of the night before slowly came back to me. I closed my eyes against the shame and guilt I felt. I was never supposed to be in this position. Not with him. Again. I sent up a silent prayer that he wasn’t still in the room even though I knew he wasn’t there. I didn’t feel his presence.
Slowly, I sat up, blinking a couple of times to let my eyes adjust to the dimness and sure enough, he was gone.
“Ugh,” I moaned against the soreness between my legs and of my body as I stretched one leg and then the next over the side of the bed. With measured movements, I looked around the room for the clutch I’d brought with me. I found it on the nightstand next to the bed, sitting on top of a pile of folded clothes. I grabbed my purse, pulling out my cell, and gasped at the time. It was just after six o’clock in the morning. I had a nine a.m. flight back home. I needed to go. Just as I was about to rush to look for my clothes from the previous night, I remembered that the dress I wore had been torn to shreds
“Bastard,” I mumbled.
I went back to the night stand, remembering the pile of clothes there, and found a pair of jeans, T-shirt, panties, and bra. All were the correct size but they weren’t mine. However, he’d obviously left them to replace the clothing he’d destroyed. I briefly wondered how many women he’d done the same. Probably right here in this place. I needed to go.
I quickly dressed and hurried out of the room, down the hall toward the now quiet dining space. Save for a few stragglers who looked as if they, too, had spent the night, I was the only one there. I pressed the elevator and rushed on as soon as it opened. Once I made it into the ground floor of the garage, I opened the app on my phone to retrieve an Uber.
“Ms. Thiers?”
I glanced up and saw a tall, older man waiting by a Lincoln town car.
“Yes?”
