Irvin holds my hips as he bounces me up and down on his dick. Once I feel him throbbing inside me, I stay on top until I feel him soften.
“You’re right,” I finally admit.
“What are you afraid of, my sweet princess?”
Tears trickle down my cheek, and the pad of his finger wipes them away.
“That you… you will break me beyond repair,” I finally admit.
He cups my face, sweeping his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ll bend you, but I’ll never break you.”
I feel Irvin harden inside me again. He flips me onto my back and fucks me hard and rough. The one thing I’ll probably take to my deathbed is that I enjoy him fucking me without my consent. He’s the only man I’ll allow to do that.
“Fuck, princess. I can’t get enough of you.” He pulls out. “Open wide, babe.”
I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue. He slides his dick into my mouth, and I feel it in the back of my throat. This is what I want from him—to fuck me like he needs me. He fucks my mouth slowly, not hard. For once, I’m not fighting him. For once, I’m giving in.
This is what I want—to be owned, to let him control my body. All the times I fought him, he knew that’s what I wanted.
He owns every inch of my body.
He comes in my mouth, and I taste the salty cum on my tongue. I swallow thickly.
He flips me onto my stomach, and I push up on my knees. His tongue against my clit makes me moan loudly. He pulls away.
“Why do you think I’ll break you beyond repair when I worship the ground you walk on?”
I let out a loud moan when he slides his fingers through my folds, his tongue fucking my pussy until I come all over his mouth. It feels nice. Good. Easy.
Then I feel his dick slide into me once more. He grabs my hips and fucks me hard and slow. I feel full. This is what I want—to be fucked so good I can’t walk.
I feel him throb inside me, then he pulls out and yanks me into his arms. Both of our breaths are labored.
What happens if I stop fighting what’s between us? What happens if I stop lying to myself about what I want?
Will Irvin allow me to control him like he controls me? How much power do I have over him?
“Irvin, I want my bank account unfrozen.” My tone is low.
Soft rain taps on the roof. The room is dead quiet. The faint smell of jasmine filters through the air.
A smile spreads across his face. “Okay, princess.”
My body goes still. Is this a trap? There’s no way he’s going to keep his word.
“You’re really going to unfreeze my account?”
He lies next to me, his abs glistening with sweat. His pupils widen.
“If you wanted to run away, you would have already. You have my debit card, and I gave you one of my cars. You’re not going anywhere because, deep down, you want to be here with me. Lie to yourself all you want, princess. But we both know the truth.”
He’s right. I hate that he’s right. I had every opportunity to leave.
So why would I want to stay with someone like him?
I’m fucked up in the head.
What else can I do to see if I can control him?
