Fuck.
I only get a glimpse of the golden hair between her legs before her oversized T-shirt covers her again.
Those long legs are as toned as I remember. I’m intimately familiar with the feeling of her soft thighs hugging my hips and the firm grip of her ankles locked behind my ass. I know how tight and wet she is when I work my cock inch by inch into her quivering pussy.
That’s my downfall, those vivid memories. That’s what prevents me from saying no when she removes her socks even though I should stop her. That’s the weakness that keeps me silent as she pops the button on my waistband.
Holding my gaze, she takes out my cock. The touch is both familiar and new. Overwhelming. I can’t focus on anything but her warm fingers on my naked, aching flesh. I imagined this moment every single night for five long years, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the heat that fires through my veins. The possession she accused me of sparks in every cell of my body. My mind registers one word only.
Mine.
She’s always been mine. Yet it’s not like before when she was shy and I pinned her on her back. That’s what’s different about the way she touches me, strokes me. Watches me. She’s not the inexperienced and innocent girl who took my cock in her virgin pussy and bled for me with tears and gasps. The woman working my cock in her hand until it lubricates her palm with drops of precum is a beautiful, broken creature shaped by the hardships and ugliness of life. It takes one to know one.
The thought is startling, but I can’t focus, not when she pulls the belt from the loops in my waistband and gives it to me before walking to the sofa and bending over the armrest with her hands behind her back.
“Tatiana.”
She looks over her shoulder, meeting my eyes, and spreads her legs.
This woman is new. I don’t know her. But I don’t care. Can’t reason with my brain. Not when she pulls her T-shirt up over her ass and her pussy is on display.
“Come on, Dante.” She lifts her arms behind her back, wrists crossed. “Don’t be a coward. Do it. Take the deal.” Her gaze is taunting. Daring. “This is what you’re here for, right?”
The buckle presses into my palm as I clench my fingers around it. That control I’m so proud of? It’s gone, fucking vanished into thin air as I stalk to her and tie her wrists with my belt.
Still, she mocks me. “Good boy.”
I pull the belt tighter than necessary, needing her to shut up before I do something we’ll both regret. She arches her back and winces, but the smile on her face doesn’t vanish.
She pushes out her ass. “See that cunt? That’s the word you liked to use, right?” Her tone is spiteful. “It’s the last time you get to fuck it, so you better make it count. How about I throw in a bonus? You can piss on me too, really get to mark that territory before you move on for good.”
That earns her a slap on the fleshy part of her ass cheek. Not just for the part about pissing on her but also for moving on. Letting her go was never an option.
She clenches her ass. My handprint blooms red over her skin. This is new too. I’ve never spanked her. Never gotten around to that kind of kink.
Angry at her and more at myself, I slap her ass again, hard enough to make it wiggle. “Is this what you want?”
“I’m tied up, Dante,” she taunts. “You can do anything you want to me.”
Goddamn. The visions that statement conjures in my head… If I didn’t have a VIP pass to hell already, I’d have said I’m going straight there.
I grit my teeth. “Quiet.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to be loud. We don’t want to wake up Noah.”
“Damn, woman.” I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and spread her wide. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop.”
“Just fuck me already. I can take it.”
Without getting her wet? I don’t think so. I went to a private boy’s school with communal showers. I know I’m bigger than most guys.
She snaps her teeth together when I reach between her legs and find her clit. She almost looks angry as I start to rub that button in the way that used to make her toes curl. She finally falls quiet, facing forward and hiding her expression from me. And I know why when I stop circling her clit and drag a finger through her slit. She’s aroused and getting wetter for me.
I gather the slickness and work it back to her clit before using the heel of my palm to rub her hard and fast. She bears it all in silence, even when she comes. I watch her pussy spasm as she tries to hide her orgasm from me. But I know how she looks when she comes, how her stomach convulses and her thighs shake.
Seeing her trussed up and coming for me is the end of my limits. Lust blinds me. My cock throbs with a painful need for release. I stretch her open with my hands on her cheeks and enter her with a single thrust. She arches her back when my groin hits her ass. Despite her promise not to make a sound, a gasp falls from her lips. She feels so damn good. So hot. Tight. Nothing compared to my fist. Nothing like jacking off in the shower for five years.
My vision frays around the edges when I start pumping. She urges me on, pushing back against my thrusts and baiting me to take her harder. So I do. I slap my groin against her ass and wait for a no that never comes.
