I press my fingers against his lips before he can start again. “We’ve been sleeping in the same bed for a while and have yet to take the next step in our relationship. If you’re going to build a life with me and I’m going to do the same with you, then I need—we need—to stop holding back.”
“Why Beau Harper are you telling me you want my dick?”
I slap him playfully in the stomach. “I’m trying to tell you that I want everything from you—including your dick. I’m tired of holding back because of fear. If I don’t give this relationship everything I have, I know that I will regret it. I love you Hunter Bartholomew Davis.”
I watch his face curl up in distaste. “Maybe you could forget you know my middle name.”
“Nah, I find it sexy.”
“You’re twisted,” he grumbles, his lips moving closer—until a breath barely separates us.
“Probably.”
“Say it again,” he orders.
“I love you, Hunter.”
“God, I love you, too, Beau.”
“Then, I think it’s time you show me just how much.”
His lips crash down against mine and I willingly surrender to him. He’s mine and I’m his. Whatever Robin has planned, we will overcome it. We’ve got too much to look forward to. There’s no way I’ll allow her to take it away from us. I hold my hands up for Hunter to strip off my pajama top and groan as his lips once again find mine. Then all thoughts cease. There’s no room for anything but the pleasure he begins creating.
Chapter 25
Ray
“That’s it, take my cock,”I growl. Robin whimpers beneath me. Her eyes large. There’s too much pleasure in her expression to please me, though. I increase my hold on her neck, choking the bitch that much more. She gasps, her hands clawing at mine, urging me to let go—the only way she can. I’m going to have to get shed of her soon. Hell, I practically have to put her one step before death during sex just to get her off. Looking at her face is getting harder and harder to take, too. If I stare at her too long, my damn dick goes flat. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. Especially since I’ve been in jail for three fucking years. I’m going to take every minute of those years out on Beau Harper.And that sadly is the only reason I’m dealing with this bitch.She’s a means to an end. I have to keep reminding myself of that. I bring my attention back to her and notice her face is taking on more of a blue hue. Shit. I can’t kill her yet. I pull out of her, while taking my hand from around her neck. Immediately the bitch starts gasping and coughing as oxygen tries to find her lungs.
“Drum,” she coughs. “D-Drum!”
I smirk, shaking my head. Bitch doesn’t even realize that her safe word isn’t going to do shit for her. I literally almost killed her tonight.
“Roll over,” I snap. There’s no way I can get off if I have to stare at her face.
“What?” she hisses, her voice horribly hoarse—a fact which makes me happy.
“Roll the fuck over. You know the rules. Don’t question me,” I bite out. This bitch is going to push me too far. She still hasn’t proven she’s useful. I plan on using her as a distraction to get my hands on Beau, but unless I make some headway quickly, she’s useless to me.
“I don’t know why I am fooling with you. A woman likes a man who puts in a little effort to make her feel desirable,” she complains, and I just roll my eyes.
“Keep bitchin’ and I’ll take my dickandmy money elsewhere.”
She opens her mouth and as I give her a blank stare—silently daring the bitch to test me—she snaps it shut and rolls her ass over. She slides up to the edge of the mattress, turning before getting on all fours. I roughly pull her legs out from under her, so she’s forced to stand on the floor. Grabbing the back of her neck, I force her face down into the mattress. I slap her ass hard, rewarded with her muffled cry. I slap the reddened cheek again, harder this time and in the same spot. Her body jerks from the force of it, but I hold my dick at her entrance and slam balls deep inside her before she has a second to complain. I still have the condom on from being inside her—there’s no way I’m sticking my dick in her worthless cunt bare. That’s reserved for Beau. She’s going to take it bare anywhere I want. She needs to be punished for what she did to me. I’ll make her pay every day of her life. I’m going to chain her in the hunting cabin I bought out in the woods. She’ll be serving me naked for the rest of her pitifullife. By the time I completely break her, Beau will worship me, begging me to give her my cock, gagging on it to please me.
I close my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind. Beau completed naked, bared for my eyes only. My collar around her neck and connected to a chain, her hands in cuffs, only allowing her limited movement—enough to cook for me and take my cock out to feast on. There will be a shackle on her ankle, making sure she won’t leave the house. Although, once I’ve broken her completely and made her dependent on me andonlyme, my little pet won’t leave. I’ll be her world.
As it should have always been.
A fantasy plays out in my mind. Beau on her knees in front of our bed. Her long blond hair pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her neck completely, and my collar around her tender neck, shining from moonlight streaming in our bedroom window. Her nipples are prisoners in the dark iron clamps that have a small chain that leads to her collar. She is perfection and I own her completely.
“Can I pleasure you, master?”Her voice is gentle and tentative—full of respect that she never showed me until I broke her.
“I’m going to make you choke on my cock, my little pet,” I groan.
“Please,”she begs.
As I fuck Beau’s replacement, I imagine it’s her mouth that’s wet and hot, eager to take my cock deeper and deeper. I give myself over to the dream, slamming so deep that the muffled scream for mercy only adds to the fantasy I’m living. I slam relentlessly in and out, feeling my balls tighten. I yank out of the whore’s body, stripping the condom and letting it fall onto her ass. I grab her arm with bruising force and flip her over so that she’s looking up at me, her feet on the floor, but her body lying on the mattress. I jerk my hand up and down my cock, theresidue of my precum lubricating as I jack harder and harder. I look down at Robin, but in my mind her face is already slowly changing to Beau’s. My cum spews from my cock, leaving white streams of cum painting her face. My free hand grabs her hair, pulling painfully until I have her neck bent toward me. I slap my cock against her mouth, watching as my cum bounces up and then splashes down on her, covering her eyes.
