“Get the fuck off me!”
“What’s wrong, princess,” Caden sneers in the same mocking tone she just threw at him, “can’t take being put in your place? You get one taste of power and think you’re hot shit?”
Her knees are hitting Caden from behind, making him wobble too much for my liking. I pull my gun from my waistband and point it at her face. I don’t usually keep it on me in the house, but I hadn’t put it away since last night. It’d brought me a sort of comfort while I sat in bed on the phone to Milo while we did some research on the guy who’d stabbed Caden.
She immediately falls still, legs dropping and hanging off the edge.
“Good girl,” I say, “now lie still and listen to your master.”
“You wanna ride me again, Elodie?” he taunts, “You want another go?”
“I only like you when you’re unconscious,” she spits.
Caden leans in, one hand beside her head and the other sliding down Elodie’s stomach. “Unlucky for you then, because I can take you either way.” His hand continues to slide down her body. “It takes me lying on my death bed for you to be able to steal some power,” he says, “you need to remember that it takes very little to own you, to take what we want from you, whenever we want it.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, because two guys and a gun to my head to take control of me is very little.”
Caden’s eyes darken, his hand shooting down her trousers. She screams and wriggles around, trying to squeeze her legs together around his hand, but he’s already down there.
I can tell the moment he shoves his fingers inside her cunt. Her whole body goes rigid, sucking in a strangled breath through her teeth.
“You take from me, I take from you,” he whispers, then his hand starts going crazy.
He finger-fucks her hard and unrelenting. I watch in awe as her face twists with a war between remaining unfazed and curling up in pleasure.
“You can take as much as you want from me, Elodie, any time you see the opportunity, you take it. Because I promise you,” Caden hisses, “I will take so much more every fucking time.”
“Take what you want, Caden,” she spits, “because I will never give it to you willingly.”
“Fine by me.” Caden’s face is a contortion of pain and focus. Determination and torture. He’s hurting himself to prove this point. If I were a better man, I’d tell him to stop. She’s not worth it. But the truth is, this internal battle she’s fighting, swearing to herself that this is so wrong but feels so right, is picturesque.
“That’s it, princess, soak my fucking hand. You can try telling me you don’t love it, but your body will always betray you.” Caden works her pussy fast, and I break my gaze on her face to look down.
Her legs have stopped squeezing around his hand, they’re still clamped, but his hand is no longer squashed, leaving him just enough room to do exactly what he wants with her. What she so obviously wants him to do.
My excitement builds, my cock straining against my tracksuit bottoms. Elodie’s breaths come short and sharp, her head tilting back as she desperately tries to control herself.
“Did you like riding him, Sleeping Beauty?” I mutter, voice low and full of lust. “Did you come hard on his cock?”
She makes a strained sound in her throat, making my dick twitch.
“I bet you did. I bet you were imagining him fucking you, weren’t you?” I lower to her ear, my lips brushing against it. “I bet you were picturing him filling your little pussy up with his cock.”
A small moan escapes her. I can’t hold back any longer. I drop the gun, still holding her hands above her head and with my free hand, go down to her chest. She hasn’t got a bra on, so it’s easy access for me to rip her shirt up and palm her tit. She gasps and her eyes shoot to me as I pinch her nipple, twisting it harder than necessary, and she squeals.
Her body’s writhing beneath us.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” I whisper, watching her eyebrows slant.
“Because she’s a dirty little slut,” Cade spits, punching his hand into her pussy with brutal force. “She’s no princess. She gets off just like we do. Through fucked-up, unhinged filth.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, but it falls flat, her voice weak and trembling.
I twist the other nipple and her back arches off the counter.
The rhythm of her breathing changes then, her chest rising and falling in deeper, staggered pants. I can’t stop myself. I reach down and take her free tit into my mouth. I almost melt at the moan that escapes her as I suck hard on her nipple. Then I do what I do best. I bite.
She yelps. I twist and suck on her nipple, my dick a raging hard block of stone in my trousers. She whimpers and her panting quickens even more. I release her and straighten up.
