I add another finger to her ass and she practically squeals, struggling in a futile attempt to get relief. She’s going to need some training to get used to my cock in there again, I realize, as I pin her to me with my leg. With her body trapped against mine, all she can do is take it as I continue my assault. Before long, her sharp gasps of pain turn into ragged breaths of pleasure, and all it takes is a pinch to her clit for her to tense and spasm around my fingers, soaking them with her orgasm.
I can’t bear it any longer. I haven’t had nearly enough time to recuperate, but I need my cock inside her right now. Ignoring the painful pulses in my lower stomach, I remove my fingers from her pussy and slam my cock into her up to the hilt. Then I start thrusting in her, moving my fingers in her bottom in time. She writhes under me, her moans so loud they’ve nearly turned into shrieks, and my name falls from her lips repeatedly.
There’s nothing better than claiming her like this. To feel her so helpless, to render her submissive in spite of herself. To know, deep down, how much shewantsto be helpless. I could go on all night long, stitches or no.
Her body builds to another orgasm as I torture her clit, pinching and twisting it between my fingers to keep her on the edge of discomfort and pleasure. I fuck her hard as she arches back into me, and we both come at the same time, our cum mingling together.
She sags down on top of my legs and I keep her like that for a while, gripping her perfect ass, running my hands on her back. Then I withdraw my cock, lift her up and hold her to me.
My fingers flit over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen under my touch. There’s no fucking way I’m hard again, and yet, here we are.
It’s like my cock is intent on making up for two months of starvation, no matter what my wounds have to say about it.
Listening only to my dick and resolutely ignoring the rest, Ifumble in the headboard in search of the shackles I always have sewn into these beds.
She follows my movement with her eyes. “Can you really handle it?” she breathes in surprise.
“I’m going to tie you up and fuck you all day long,” I growl. “If you need to use the bathroom, go now. I won’t give you another chance today.”
The goofy grin that I’d only got to experience twice before spreads on her face. I can’t resist kissing it. I love my new, goofy Seraphina.
Then I smack her bottom and she jumps up and scurries to the bathroom.
Just then, there’s a knock on the door. Muttering a string of curse words under my breath, I get up, wincing painfully, slip on my bathrobe, and go open it.
It’s Logan, of course. He and the rest of the Devils, Everest, Vincent and Igor. He raises an eyebrow when he sees me.
“Still not dressed? It’s nearly ten.”
“I was busy,” I growl, and he smirks. “What do you want?” I add.
“Well, itisMonday. We set up this meeting last week, and it took us three hours to drive up to your place, so you’d better not be canceling on us.”
I grit my teeth then look around the room. Seraphina is still in the bathroom, and I hear the sound of running water. She’s taking a shower.
“Wait in the living room. I’ll be right out.”
Logan smirks again and gestures for the others to leave the room. I head to the bathroom and open the door. Seraphina never locks it. I gave her that order, but I’m pretty sure she only follows it because she hopes it means I’ll come fuck her. I haven’t been able to yet, but I definitely intend to make up for lost time.
I pause a few feet away and drink in the sight of her arms aboveher, shampooing her head, the position making her breasts perkier than ever. Her stomach is flat and toned, and I wonder how it would look with a baby inside it. Fuck, I don’t want to have that goddamn meeting. I want to stay between her legs forever.
Slipping into the shower, I fold my arms around her from behind, and she moans against me. The shower can’t disguise how wet she is, her nipples two stiff peaks under the fingers I slide over them.
I flip her around and plant a burning kiss on her lips.
She melts into my arms but I hold her back.
“Have a meeting I forgot about,” I say regretfully. “I want you to come with me.”
“You… you do?”
She’s genuinely surprised. I guess I’d never allowed her to be privy to my work before. But I remember all too well the last time I left her to go to a meeting. Angel took advantage of my absence to steal her away. All its members are dead now, but I can’t get rid of the feeling of danger that sits heavy in the pit of my stomach at the thought of leaving her, even for a moment. I guess it’s a trauma we’ll both carry all our lives.
She rinses her hair as I find a thick towel, and wrap it around the both of us. Then, we both dress. She puts on a skirt and a blouse that make her look like one of those perfect housewives of my childhood fantasies. Only she’s not perfect. She’s far better than that.
The boys are waiting for us in the living room. We both sit down on a couch while they settle across from us.
“Is Seraphina going to be with us today?” asks Logan, in a respectful albeit surprised tone.
