Fresh arousal leaks down my inner thighs. I’m so hot for him.
“This body is mine to do with as I please.” He takes my hands and binds them with my bra. Leaning his head over my shoulder, he finds my earlobe where he sucks. “You got all of me tonight, birdie. I gave you a part of me no one else has seen. Now I’m going to take all of you.”
The whip of his belt unbuckling resonates in my ears, and without so much as a warning, he pushes his cock deep inside my pussy, a guttural growl coming from him.
“Fuck, Kasen,” I cry out, not able to help it. He is thick, and even though he had his fingers inside of me, I wasn’t quite ready to take all of him in one go. Not like this anyway, when it feels like so much more than fucking.
His hands come around the front of me, pulling my body closer to him. His fingers toy with my breasts as he pumps in and out of me in slow controlled movements, hitting me right where it hurts the best every damn time. His breath is hot on my neck. “No more hiding from me. From tonight on, you have to promise me.”
I shake my head. “I can’t do that,” I murmur, my voice so breathy it’s almost a whimper. I might be letting him have his way with me, but I’m not so fuck drunk that I will make promises I regret later.
His fingers dig into my nipples, sending a thrilling wave of arousal coursing through me. He’s so rough in all the right ways. “Wrong answer.” He picks up the pace in a way that makes my head spin. My nails scratch against the wall, trying to dig in so I’m not flung around like a rag doll, but it’s no use. His body is so powerful, controlling mine exactly the way he wants to. “Try again.”
The wall in front of me blurs, my body turning to jelly in his hands. I’m too weak right now to fight him. “K… you’re not playing fair.”
He freezes, and from how close he is to me, I feel the way his heart races like crazy. “I’m not playing fair?” Pulling out of me, he turns me around to face him. Collecting me up at the waist, he deposits me down on a nearby table, glaring down at me like he’s angry. He lifts my arms over a hook on the wall that’s meant for the curtain ropes, and it pins me in place for him so I can’t escape.
My heart races out of my chest. I don’t know what to do when he’s so intense.
He spreads my legs, one of his hands groping my breast, the other coming to my clit, which he pinches. It’s like an electric shock zaps right the way through me, making me buck off the table. “You don’t want me to play dirty, love. I’m happy to torture you until you give me what I want.”
Fuck, the deathly serious look in his dark eyes tells me how much trouble I’m in. The sickness from earlier comes back. Was Miss Arnott right about him? Would he really hurt me? Even still, I glare back at him, showing him how fucking strong I am, no matter the position he has me in. “You don’t get what you want in a relationship by demanding it of someone. You want me to give myself to you fully, you need to earn the right, K.”
He slides his fingers through my juices lazily, as if he might actually be thinking on what I just said. Then his hand slips lower, a finger pressing to my back entrance. “Anyone ever touched you here, birdie?”
Absolutely not, is what I want to say. “That’s none of your business.”
A wicked smile paints his lips. “Guess I’ll just find out for myself.” He toys with me, pushing his finger inside, all the way to his knuckle.
“Kasen, fuck,” I whimper, the new sensation overwhelming.
He leans over me, our noses touching. “Claiming every inch of you is going to be fun.” His lips cover mine, kissing me deeply as he works his finger in and out.
I squirm under him, feeling more out of control than I did when he was fucking me roughly against the wall. He’s so passionate, I’m not sure if he wants to punish me or pleasure me. Either way, apparentlyI’m here for it. My body is aching for more. “More, K,” I murmur into his lips.
“What was that, birdie? I couldn’t hear you.” His eyes are lit up with fresh excitement.
I give him my best death glare. “You heard me, asshole.”
A dark chuckle vibrates from him as he slips his finger out of me and eases in another.
I groan, trying to adjust to the sensation.
There is a filthy look on his face as he spits on his hand and strokes his cock. “You think your tight hole can take me?” In and out he goes, stretching me.
“Fuck,” I moan. This is too much, but I still want more, want him to tip me over the edge just like this.
“That’s not an answer,” he sing-songs, taking delight in the predicament he has me in.
My back arches off the table, searching for more, needing that kind of contact with him. “Yes. Just do it already.”
His grin is sinister; it’s a fine look on him right now. He removes his fingers and takes a hand full of my ass, dragging me closer to the edge of the table. The restraint around my wrists pulls on the hook, stretching me out. The tip of his cock presses into my asshole.
I tense up instantly. There is no way I can take him.
“Relax, birdie, let me in.” His fingers make their way to my clit where he toys with me, rolling my juices over my sensitive spot. To my surprise he’s in no rush, just playing with me, I think giving me time to catch up with him.
With every stroke of his magic fingers, I relax more. Trust him more. He shifts a little, his cock pushing against my entrance again, but this time it’s super slippery from the way my arousal leaks down to my assfrom my pussy. When he pushes forward, the tip of his cock pushes past my barrier, and it burns like a motherfucker.
