“What’s the difference, Caydence? You’re mine. I’m never letting you go, so you might as well get used to this,” I inform her. She looks at me as if I’m insane, and I think there’s a little part of me that just might be.
“Get used to it? I’ve let a lot of shit slide, Devon. I’ve looked past things I shouldn’t have looked past for you, and now this?”
“Just calm down.” That was it. She didn’t want to hear that as she slammed into me once more. This time, I grab her wrists and tug her closer to me.
“I let you get away with a lot of shit, Caydence. I let you have your moment and throw your little fit. However, if you keep this up, I’m taking you to the basement, and I’m going to fuck the attitude right out of you,” I warn. She laughs. She actually laughs in my face, so I make good on my word. I lift her quickly, tossing her over my shoulder and storming down the steps. She yells and protests the entire way.
When we get to the basement, I drop her onto the bed, and she quickly tries to climb off. I’m stronger and bigger than her, so I force her back on and chain her wrists quickly. Then I move to her kicking legs and chain them as well.
“This isn’t going to work. As soon as you let me go, I’m leaving.”
“You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Yes, I am. I’m moving my shit back to my house.”
“You live with me now, Caydence. It was always bound to happen, and you know it.” I walk over and grab a knife before moving back toward her. She watches me, unsure what I’m going to do to her, but that doesn’t matter right now.
“You could have asked me,” she says, watching the blade as I lower it to her chest. I cut her shirt open and then moved to her bra.
“Asked what? If you wanted to move in? You love it here,” I remind her.
“I loved it at Megan’s house, too.”
“And now you’re here. I wanted you here, Caydence.”
“This is all too much, too fast, Devon.”
“Is it?” I ask as I cut the thin fabric of her bra. She’s wearing a skirt today, and that makes things a lot easier on me.
“I’m not ready to live with you,” she says, her tone calming slightly.
“Too bad.” I pull her panties down her legs. I reach between her legs and pull the string for her tampon, pulling it free from her body.
“Can we not do this now?” she asks.
“Fuck you? Can I not fuck you now? Give me one good reason not to,” I tell her.
“I’m bleeding.” Now I laugh.
“That means nothing to me.” I toss the tampon in the trash next to the bed before stripping out of my clothes.
“It’s going to make a mess,” she adds.
“I fucking love a little bloody mess.” I climb between her legs and grab my cock, toying with her. She watches me, the anger shefelt a few minutes ago slowly leaving her. She can’t fight me. She knew she wouldn’t win.
I thrust into her and pull back out quickly. She groans.
“You want my cock now? You over your little fit?”
“Devon,” she cries, my name half pleadingly and half in warning. I shove my cock back into her and pull out again as she whines.
“Tell me you’re done,” I demand. She doesn’t, so stubborn, so I do it again. “Come on. Tell me.” She tugs at the chains holding her in place, needing to get to me, but she can’t.
“Fine. I’m done. Just please,” she concedes. I knew she would say it. I know this fight isn’t over with either, but for now, I have her begging, and that’s enough.
I thrust into her, grabbing her hips in my hands and taking her hard. There’s just enough give in the chains so I can lift her slightly and plow into her. Blood coats my cock, and I love every sick second of it.
I watch as I slide in and out of her. Her body was made to take me, and I can see it with every thrust into her.
