His head snapped to look at me, eyes blazing in my direction. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to.
He marched back to me, leaning over me, and hissed out quietly, “I don’t need whips and chains to make you obey me. If you want me to touch you, then you’ll stay the fuck away from that idiot.”
Hands were on my hips, squeezing as they pulled me to him. At that moment, I didn’t care what he was saying or what he wanted me to do; his hands were on me, and I couldn’t think. I could only feel, and it was heaven.
He bit down around my neck, palmed my breasts and ground his hard cock into me. Each time I moaned out, he smiled and his body became more frenzied. I heard him groan out, “Mine,” several times, but I wasn’t listening. All I could hear was the sound of his panting and the blood rushing, drumming, in my head.
He had me pinned under his weight and acted like he thought I might leave as he strained to keep me positioned under him. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t going anywhere; I wasn’t struggling to get away. I loved every minute of it, and was trying to get more; it felt so good I couldn’t stay still. It was more than my body could bear.
It was what I lived for, what I craved. His hands, his mouth, his insatiable cock were doing things to me that were unspeakable, but at the same time were an all-consuming, pleasurable insanity.
His fingers were working at a furious pace while he sucked hard on my nipples, kissing and nipping his way between the two. I was writhing beneath him; my hands fisted in his hair, my * begging for release.
I was stranded, staring over the edge into the brilliant white that awaited me, when his hand and mouth disappeared. He left me pinned with my hands above my head, legs spread wide, and trapped beneath his.
I was in shock for a moment and tried to move, but he had me restrained and at his mercy. I wanted to come, I needed to. The pain and ache was unbearable.
“Please!” I begged.
So close, I had been so close. He knew it and had pulled me back.
“You have no idea how badly I want to slam into you and fuck you until you can’t walk. But I like this game and want to keep playing.” He breathed hot and heavy into my ear. “You writhing, going insane with the need to come. Should I let you come?”
I didn’t answer. He wouldn’t dare keep me from coming. Earlier, he had said it would happen and he hadn’t let me down thus far.
He started rubbing the length of his shaft up and down my *. Each time he hit my clit, I mewled in anticipation of him giving me my release.
“That’s it, baby. You like that? Call out my name next time and maybe I’ll let you finish,” he taunted. He rubbed his dick up my folds and bit into my shoulder; I screamed out his name. I was right there. It was infuriating.
Tears were welling up in my eyes, my body burning. He continued to push me further, harder, before pulling away.
“Please!” I wailed. My head shook from side to side, my sanity slipping.
Mine wasn’t the only sanity that was slipping, because he moved his legs, freeing my own, before he slammed into me.
I cried out as he filled me and put me on the edge again with one thrust of his hips. There was no pause, no waiting. He pulled out and slammed back in with the same intensity. Over and over.
Out, in. Once more and I was gone, freefalling as I pulsed and clenched around his cock. He howled out, almost like he was in pain when he exploded, unable to hold back any longer.
“Fuck,” he whimpered into my neck, and collapsed onto me.
After a moment of rest, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. My head landed on his chest, hand over his heart. It was beating beneath my palm at a furious tempo, matching my own. I couldn’t move even if I’d wanted too.
His fingers ran through my hair, pushing the damp strands back and over my shoulder. He began humming as he caressed up and down my arm, his lips pressing a light kiss to my forehead as I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 18