"One more position," he murmurs against my ear. "Need to see your ass while I fuck you. Need to watch my cock disappear into your perfect pussy. Can you do that for me, baby?"
I nod frantically, beyond words, and feel him line up behind me. My face cheek is pressed against the cool tile, my breasts crushed against the wall, my ass pushed out and on display.
And Richard takes full advantage.
He sets a brutal pace. Hard, deep thrusts that make my whole body jolt forward with each impact. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, using me for his pleasure. But it's not selfish, not like Nathan. Because even while he's chasing his own orgasm, Richard's hand sneaks around to find my clit.
"Look at this ass." His voice is strained, desperate. "Been dreaming about this for two years. Watching it in those dresses Nathan made you wear, imagining bending you over and fucking you just like this."
The confession makes me clench around him, and he groans.
"You like that?" Another hard thrust. "Like knowing I've been obsessed with you? That I've fucked my fist thinking about this tight pussy, this perfect ass?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes. I've thought about you too. Every night. Wishing it was you instead of Nathan. Wishing you'd—oh fuck—wishing you'd claim me like this."
My breasts bounce with each thrust, rubbing against the wall in a way that's almost painful but somehow adds to the overwhelming sensation. I can hear how wet I am, can hear the sound of Richard's cock pounding into me, and it makes me even wetter.
"This ass." He punctuates each word with a thrust. "Is. Perfect."
Then his hand cracks against my ass cheek, a sharp slap that makes me cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"You like that?" Another slap, on the other cheek this time. "Like when I mark this beautiful ass?"
"Yes!" I'm practically screaming now. "Yes, Richard, please—"
He spanks me again, harder this time, and the sting mixes with pleasure in a way that makes my eyes roll back. Nathan never did this. Never touched me with this combination of roughness and reverence, never made me feel like my body was something to worship even while using it hard.
"So fucking beautiful." Richard's rhythm is getting erratic now, his control slipping. "Watching my cock slide into this wet pussy, watching your ass jiggle when I fuck you, seeing these marks I'm leaving. You're mine now, Belle. Mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp. "Only yours. Always yours."
"Fuck." He slaps my ass again, then grips both cheeks roughly, spreading me open so he can watch himself fuck me. "Going to come soon. Where do you want it? Inside you? On you? Tell me, baby."
"Inside." I don't hesitate. "Want to feel you come inside me. Want you to fill me up. Please, Richard. Please."
That's all it takes. Richard slams into me one more time, buried as deep as he can go, and I feel him pulse inside me. Feel the warm flood of his release, hear him groan my name like a prayer.
The sensation triggers another orgasm, smaller than the others but still intense, still enough to make me shake and whimper. We stay locked together, both trembling, both struggling to breathe.
When Richard finally pulls out, I feel his cum drip down my thigh, and something primal in me loves it. Loves being marked this way, claimed this way.
He turns me gently, pulling me against his chest, and I melt into him. My legs are shaking too badly to support my weight, but heholds me easily, one arm around my waist, the other stroking my hair.
"I loved…” I can't finish the sentence. Can't find words adequate to describe what just happened.
"This" His voice is rough, satisfied. "I really did."
We stand there for a long moment, just breathing, just being. Then Richard pulls back enough to look at me, "Belle." He cups my face with both hands. "I need you to understand something."
"Okay?"
"This wasn't just sex for me. This isn't just—" He stops, searching for words. "I meant what I said. You're mine now. And I take care of what's mine. That means protection, resources, anything you need. But it also means I'm not sharing. I'm not letting anyone else have you. Not Nathan, not anyone. You understand?"
I should probably be concerned about the possessiveness in his tone. Should recognize the warning signs, the controlling behavior. But this doesn't feel like Nathan's control. This feels like safety. Like someone finally giving a shit about me enough to claim me properly.
"I understand." I stretch up to kiss him. "And for the record? I don't want anyone else. Just you."
His arms tighten around me, pulling me close. "Good. Because I'm not good at sharing."
