I start to pump in and out of her hard, because this is a punishment fuck. Every particle of frustration courses through my fingers, and I add a third one, wanting to drink in the sight of her in pain and utterly unable to do a thing about it. She’s my little cricket. Mine to do with as I please. She can accept it, or try to go against it, but the outcome won’t change.
My cock is straining painfully in my boxers by the time she’s lying still against the mattress, submitting to my assault. I want to plunge it in her ass, but I also want to claim another part of her, and I’m torn, wondering where to get my relief.
I decide on her mouth, because I want to see her pretty lips opening for my cock. I want to cut off the flow of words that I can tell are still threatening to leave it, because even in her current state of submission, I know she’s thinking I can take her body, but I can’t take her ambition.
Yes, I fucking can.
I whip her around, removing my fingers from her ass, and she groans, part relief, part regret, as I make her face me.
Mascara is running down her cheeks, which is the only place I want her makeup to go. I squeeze those cheeks roughly, forcing her mouth open, even though I know she’d do it on her own. But I don’t want her to do anything on her own. I want to force her. Feel my power over her. Remind her of it.
I slam my cock into her mouth, and she gurgles at the suddenness of it, then gags when it hits the back of her throat.
“Quillmmphh,” she utters despite her gagged state.
This girl will just never shut up.
I grab the back of her head with one hand, roughly pulling on her hair to keep her still, while the other tightens around herneck, just enough to turn her face a splotchy red.
An addictive splotchy red, with her freckled nose redder even than the rest of her as she desperately breathes in and out of it to get what little oxygen I’ll allow her.
I push into her, just as hard as I pumped my fingers into her ass before, and she does her best to suck and lick my cock as it spears her mouth. But I barely give her the chance to, fucking her hard until my balls tighten moments later and I’m coating the back of her throat with my seed.
A stream of cum spills out the side of her mouth, and I wipe it then make her suck my fingers clean.
“Behave, cricket,” I warn yet again, roughly crushing her wrists together to prevent her from touching herself.
“Let me come, and maybe I will.”
I laugh in spite of myself at her defiant words. No, not defiant. Bratty. My little brat.
I can’t think of a single other person who could get away with talking to me like she does, but where it would infuriate me with others, I find it adorable with her. Except when she’s actually serious.
And I’m forcefully reminded of just how serious she is a moment later when I topple over her, crushing her to me, and she speaks again.
“This doesn’t change a thing, by the way.”
Fuck me. I’d really like to gag her mouth again with my cock, but I can’t get hard so soon after that intense blow job. I’ll have to wait ten minutes, but then she’ll really get it.
Maybe I should buy one of those ball things that you can strap over someone’s face, but I don’t know if I can find one with a lock, and if I didn’t, she’d just figure out a way to remove it.
“Quill,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around me. “I would have thought you’d want me to be happy.”
I do. Happy around my cock.
“This is what I want. This matters to me. And you’ve always told me what matters to me is what matters to you.”
She’s trying another tactic now, and I swear this girl should be a lawyer instead of an English major.
What the hell would she even do with an English major? She says she wants to become a writer. That’s like begging to stay poor.
But it doesn’t matter, because I’ll be wealthy enough for the two of us. And I won’t let her work. I’ll keep her at home, keep her at my beck and call, so I can fuck her whenever I want.
I can’t wait till she’s mine. All mine, and only mine.
“This matters to me,” she repeats. “Plus, I miss California. That’s where I was happiest.”
“You’re not happy with me?” I ask, feeling cold at those words.
