“Maybe. But maybe bad boys don’t need to talk during their punishments.”
I picked up the pace, moving my free hand to my breasts, grabbing at them for more sensation.
“Nothing would feel as good as my cock buried in you.”
It was like a ghost feeling, like he was actually there, hovering above me, gripping my hip as he glided into me. “Too bad. You should have told me about this a long time ago, especially when you told me not to hide anything. You still don’t think I could have handled this, handled the fact that you liked to watch me, stay hidden as I slept through the night,” I said as the toy drove me close to the edge.
“You want me to apologize? Because I won’t, I needed to know you were safe. I wish I paid more attention to them.” He hissed as his breathing got faster. “You want to know what I’d be doing, peaches, right now?”
“Tell me.” I knew I was close to the edge. I thought I would hold off longer than anticipated but all my sensations mixed together. Just one more moment and I would burst like a star in the night sky.
“I’d have you tied up, hands above your head, your legs spread apart. My fingers gliding along your skin.” As if he was magically or something, I felt the tiny phantom sensations hovering over my skin.
“Yes, Shooter.” I pressed the vibrator to my clit, bucking my hips from the vibrations.
His moans and grunts grew louder from his own words giving him an edge. “I’d take that little toy of yours and my fingers, stroking you, creating a perfect rhythm, the one that would make those little noises louder, enough to rattle the walls.”
“You could have had this.” I hissed out as the vibrations almost turned into pure torture.
“I know, but I needed to protect you, I needed to know I could keep you safe.” His words were truthful. All he ever did was protect me, ensure that nothing could get me, not even in my nightmares. The cameras made me furious, but the sentiment behind it, knowing him I really didn’t want to fault him.
I whimpered, “You were never far away?”
“Never.” He paused, and the guilt in his voice was known. “Though, I couldn't save you that night. There has never been a moment when I haven’t forgiven myself. I should have known from that night he would try something and I didn’t. I can’t live with myself if you were hurt again. I’m trying to be patient, peaches. But every time that I’m not with you, I go mad.”
I felt my heart break, I knew what he was talking about. He couldn’t be everywhere or see everything where I was. I wanted to cradle his cheek, nuzzle into him, take off that guilt in his conscience. “But you did, you still are. You’re watching me right now. And I wish so much that you would fuck me right now.” Any second and I would be busting with pleasure.
“I would, peaches. I want to be good for you, only you. Chase all those demons. Keep you with me, have you as mine every day. You’d be mine with my name.” His hurried speech told me all I needed, he was close. “I want to be there right, my cock buried in you so deep. I’d make you come so hard that when you come on my cock two more times, I’d come so hard in your pussy. I bet you’d milk my cock for all that cum, you taking every last drop so I could breed you so beautifully. I’d do it over and over again, until you begged me to stop.”
I don’t know what did it for me, but the way he made it feel so feral, so animalistic had me losing my mind and my body trembled from the intense orgasm… I would say ever but thatwould be a damn lie because Shooter made it a challenge to make them better.
I turned off the vibrator, slumped on the bed, floating as if my soul left my body. His words kept echoing in my head.Breed me, more than a claim, like a promise. He wanted to make dreams come true. The hidden softie wanted me more than life itself. Did that mean he wanted the whole thing with me? And why did that excite me more than anything. Picture it, a little baby and knowing my luck it would be a boy that would be unhinged as his father.
His father. Shooter. My River, a father. A single tear shed and the spinning thought of possibilities kept going.
“Amelia?” He was concerned.
“I’m here, sugar. I think my body left me, but I’m here.”
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
“I think you should be punished more often,” I lied.And I need to come clean about the additional debt. When I see you next, I will.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Especially when you caused me to make a huge ass mess.”
A flush went to my cheeks. I felt sad and yet guilty that I wasn’t paying attention and heard him roar from his own release. “Shooter.”
“Yeah, peaches?”
What would I tell him? I missed him. I wished he was here. Did he really mean what he said breed me? Why did I find that hotter than the whole experience? That there was more I needed to let him know about the debt. Or that I was falling for him?
“Thank you.”
Well that was completely lame. I’d tell him soon, and I'd endure any additional punishments. Because when I told him that Chris kept screwing me over, I knew that blood would be shed. Soon, I promised myself.
Chapter 30
Amelia
