I'm not just claiming her, but she is possessing me. Swallowing me whole.
I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth, holding it there while I thrust one, two, three times. Her fingers scrape against my skin, digging into my neck and a full-body shudder racks me.
“I missed you so much,” she whines behind lusty eyes, and my cock loves that response. Hell,Ilove that response. It's raw and deep and devotional.
It’s taken a lot of restraint to stick to the shadows over the years, ignoring the fact that I've been so incontestably in love with her. But watching her now, looking at the way she takes me, the way she craves me, the way she submits to me, it was all fucking worth it.
“Baby, I’m gonna need you to come for me,” I whisper into her mouth.
She nods her head, a greedy gesture as she tries to present herself coherently, but it's no use. She's fucking putty in my arms. My baby loving how I fuck her fast and deep.
“The mask,” she breathes. “I wa- want you to wear it for me. P- please, Trace.” Her begging has me willing to damn near do anything for her. When she looks at me with her intoxicating blue eyes, the dark sparkle that glows behind them, I’d be ready to tear the fucking world apart for her. It’s what I’ve craved to do all along, but I had to wait for the right time. I had to be fucking patient for her.
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, but there’s nothing rough about this kiss she gives me. It’s soft and passionate, like she’s handing over the control she'sworked so hard to maintain over the years. Like she’s announcing her trust in me.
I can’t help it. I can’t hold it in anymore. I stop thrusting, holding her firmly against the glass with my body as I lift her chin and bore my eyes into hers, lowering my voice to display sincere and irrevocable truth of my words.
“I love you, Olivia. I’ve never stopped loving you. From the very first fucking moment I ever laid on eyes on you, I knew you were always made to be mine.”
She parts her lips as she watches me, her eyes watering as she takes in my claim on her heart. She's breathing hard. And so am I. Both of us let the outside noise drown out, letting the background fade behind us as we pause for a beat, completely transfixed on one another.
“Trace, I-”
She gasps as I drop her to her feet, pulling out of her and flipping her around so that her back is to me. Olivia puts her hands up against the glass surface, frantic, and I lift her skirt before pulling her torn tights and her panties down the back of her thighs. She squirms against me as I lick my hand and press it against her pussy. “Fuck,” she moans, dipping her head between her shoulders. pressing it to the cold glass.
I lower my mask over my face and twist my fingers into her hair, pulling on her head and craning her neck to look back to me. I lower my masked face to her ear as I tease her with my fingers.
“I don’t need you to say anything back, baby. I know you know that you belong to me. I just needed you to hear me say it. I need you to know that I love you, because I’m about to fuck this needy little cunt like I don’t.”
27
OLIVIA
"If you go looking for answers, you just might find them." — Henry Walker, Dead Silence (2007)
He does what he promises, fucking me with rough and brutal abandon. He yanks my sweater over my head, leaving me in nothing but my skirt, my bra, and my boots. I don’t even know how I’m getting out of here with no clothes on, but I don’t care. Nothing matters when I feel this fucking good.
Trace leaves marks all over my body; up my thighs, around my back, on my ass. Both from his fingers and his mouth, digging and scratching, only removing his mask to bite and suck. And he makes me come two more times before he flips me over, urging me to ride his cock.
I stand on wobbly legs, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still so possessed with this salacious need to please him. To brand him with whatever mark I can make on him. So I push him down into a nearby chair and climb on top of him, straddling his lap. He lowers me down by my waist and I use his shoulders for purchase. We both watch as he slides into me, stretchingme once more. I feel it in my cheeks, the heat and the tension and it makes me feel weightless yet so full all at the same time.
“Jesus, Olivia. Look at the way you fuckin’ swallow me. Your pussy is so needy.”
His words drive me insane, not sure how to handle the way he talks to me. But it turns me on even more than I thought, considering I’m sore and sensitive from all the stimulation. Still, I don't know if I can handle another orgasm. I fear it might rip me apart.
"Trace, I don't think I can-"
"Shh." He looks up at me; his eyes hold desire. Desire so fucking deep that it crafts a silent symphony of anguish and hunger to engulf me. "Just one more, baby. You can give me one more."
Once I take him all in, seated completely against him, I lean in and don’t even hesitate to do the same thing he’s done to me. Mark him. I start to thrust up and down, swiveling my hips simultaneously—feeling the gentle scrape of his piercing inside me—as I attempt to bruise him where the tattoo of my lips are. He groans aggressively when I start to suck, pushing his fingers into my ass even more, adding to the marks he’s probably already left there. He helps guide me up and down, both of us rocking against each other.
And then I feel it . . . the unmistakable chill of metal against my spine. I freeze against him, my pussy clamping around his cock as my heart stops and my breath catches.
“Trace, what the-”
“Hm,” he growls. “Does that scare you, baby?” he asks, his eyelids heavy with lust and his body covered in sweat.
I risk turning, tilting my head to the side to glance behind me. I need friction, but I have to know what he’s got behind me. Trace glides the object up toward my shoulder, and I wait. Frozen as I anticipate the reveal, but I have a feeling I already know. How did I not notice he still had it on him?
