I want to ask her if she’s okay to continue but I don’t want her to say no, not for real. After three years without touching another person sexually, not the full way, I want to feast on the sensation not take sensible, paced bites.
“Tomorrow, we can do whatever you like,” I say instead, laying out the ground rules too clearly to be misunderstood. When I roll my naked body on top of hers, I brush her hair from her eyes. “Tonight, you don’t say a word unless it’s yes.”
“No,” she says instantly, and I fall a little more in love with her.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and they clamp together, one short round of applause. “Have it your way,” I growl, rubbing my thumb against her windpipe, mindful of the doctor’s caution, while I force the other between her clenched thighs, using it and my body weight to wrench them apart. “The only person you’re hurting is yourself.”
I bite into the side of her neck as she opens wide enough to take me. My pelvis thrusts forward, the head of my cock acting like a battering ram as I force my way into her, the drag even through the condom so exquisite that I lose my mind.
For minutes, all I do is give into my own carnal desires, pounding into her until she cries out—maybe for real, maybe not—a reaction that spurs me to thrust faster and harder, holding a hand over her mouth when she cries out my name.
“Don’t you say a word,” I rumble into her ear. “You want to speak, earn it.”
She strains her arms, trying to use the give in the bindings to get free.
“I wouldn’t bother. If you do that, I’ll just have to pin you with my hand.”
Her leg winds over mine, unleashing a pinch of disappointment, then she jerks it up to kick at my calf muscle, hitting it dead centre, making me grunt.
I reach down, grabbing her flailing foot and bending it up, slamming into her as her foot waggles near her head. “Want to try that again?” I ask, hoping,prayingthat she will. “You’ll be so wide open, I’ll get even deeper.”
Her cunt muscles clench around me at the words, the rush of ecstasy so strong that I skate right up to the edge, having to cease moving to pull back before I go flying over, bringing an untimely end to my fun.
“Was that another protest?” I chuckle against her skin, licking and nipping and sucking my way from one tit to another.
Her teeth scrape against my palm, and I cup my hand so she can’t make even that contact, openly laughing at her struggles, feeling in control, feeling ten feet tall, ninety percent of it rock-hard cock, the rest little more than a reservoir for my cum.
I look into her eyes and they’re blazing. Her tongue presses against my hand and I switch positions, sliding my fingers into her mouth and clamping her tongue against the floor so she can’t speak, only make gargling sounds of outrage that cause a firestorm of activity to rage across my scalp.
My stroke slows, no longer wanting to punish her sweet cunt, not when it’s treating me so kindly. Instead, I take my time, luxuriating in the full range of sensation when I withdraw inch by inch, then alter direction and slide into her waiting pussy, pushing farther than I have before, filling her, then stretching her to breaking point until she fully encapsulates my dick.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she rocks violently against me, trying to snap her jaws together to catch my fingers in her bite.
“What? Don’t you like praise you filthy whore? You want me to tell everyone that you’re a dirty slut handing out her pussy to the highest bidder? I should put your cunt into an auction and see what the market’s like for a battered sex toy. Would you like that, hm? Does that get your juices flowing more than being called my good fucking girl?”
She stamps her free foot into my arse, making me laugh, and I shake her head from side to side. “Naughty. Now you’ll be punished to teach you a lesson. I’d say this hurts me as much as it does you, but that would be a godawful lie because it’s going to hurt you a whole, fucking lot.”
I ram myself into her, beating her with my cock like I’d beat a man to death for laying a finger on her. Like I’d beat someone into hospital for looking at her the wrong way, for slowing when she walks past and letting their gaze linger a second too long, for turning their head to scope out the glorious sight of her arse moving in tight indignant circles as she strides away.
She bends her arms again, fighting against the bonds, fighting against me. This time when her cunt muscles clench it’s not because she’s trying to take the upper hand or tease me—it’s because she’s coming in such a powerful rush that her body moves completely beyond her control.
The flush of sweat on her brow intensifies, the colour high, her jaw clamping so I have to pull away my fingers to stop her from biting them clean through.
The shudder runs through her body, too glorious to fight, and I let her take me with her, pumping my seed into the thin catcher’s mitt, sliding my fingers from her mouth as she hauls in a deep breath, coughing it out while she melts, the afterglow sweeping her far upstream.
I release her, taking her into my arms and holding her against me, chest to chest, our hearts beating in unison.
The awful things I said in the heat of the moment linger, and I need to clear them away.
“I love you,” I tell her to wipe the board clean and start again. “You’re mine and I promise to keep you safe and take care of you. Whatever you need.”
And her eyes are stunned when I look into them, dazed. Her lips move but no sounds come out of her mouth.
But that’s okay. I didn’t say those words to get them parroted back to me. What she feels for me is her own business.
I said them because the sooner she realises the better.
She’s mine, she has my heart, and I won’t ever let her go.
