He didn’t do it as a striptease. He did it because he was in pain. Brutal, lustful pain. I’d never seen anything so seductive as he yanked his cock out and flinched with overwhelming sensitivity.
The length and girth of his angry erection dwarfed his large palm as he spread his fingers wide and squeezed so hard his knuckles turned white. His face flushed. He thrust into his hand once. Twice.
He was so long and thick. Undeniably ruthless and terrifying. “Look at me, Pim. Watch me come for you. Next time, I’ll be inside you, and you’ll feel me mark you, claim you.” He was utterly shameless, blameless, and caught up in the fury of what we did.
My nipples sprang into an unbearable ache, my womb snatched at emptiness, and in the boldest move of my life, I trailed drunken fingers to my breasts and squeezed.
His nostrils flared, and the sexiest rasp of lust and danger fell from his lips. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Do it again.”
I wanted to be reckless for him. I wanted him to know I was looser than I’d ever been. Happier than I’d ever been. I was obsessed with him, and I wanted to brand myself onto his heart, so he never forgot me.
If he wanted me to turn a body—that up until two minutes ago I’d hated—into a porn show, I would. If he wanted me on my knees or contorted into some painful shape, I would.
Because I chose it.
No one else.
I would give him that gift.
He wouldn’t take it without permission.
We were equals.
“Pinch your nipples, Pim. Touch yourself.”
His commands bewitched my brain, making my hands obey without thinking. I arched my back, spreading my legs, confused as to who I’d become but embracing her anyway.
“Fuck!” Elder bent in half, his hand jerking his cock.
His hoarse growl curled my toes as the first splash of his semen sent me convulsing with a full body spasm.
My heart rate relocated behind my eyes and throat, making me utterly breathless as thread after thread of white shot from his crown and splattered onto my belly. He clutched his cock and brutalised himself, thrusting into his palm as if he would die if he didn’t find a release.
His stomach turned rock hard as the final wave of his orgasm spurted from him to me, lacing me in pearly cum.
I had no desire to rush and wash it off.
I had no need to vomit at being marked.
I lay there trembling from the best thing I’d ever experienced and suffered clench after residual clench as he shoved his trousers down to his knees and shifted on top of me. He hadn’t even finished coming before his hand unwound from his cock and his fingers plunged back inside me.
I cried out from pleasure then froze as his cock nudged my inner thigh.
I froze.
He froze.
Our breathing was loud and out of control.
“I need you.” His voice was barely a sound, but it echoed with desperation. “I need to come again. Please, Pim.” His fingers withdrew, smearing my previous orgasm, ensuring I was wet and ready and practically shivering for him to fill me.
I curled into him and bit his shoulder, not caring the dragon blew smoke at me, or his ribs were gory in their detail.
He groaned deep and low, a ragged sound of torment. “You’re gorgeous when you let go.” His fingers wrapped around his cock, guiding his crown to my entrance. “Let me do this. Stay with me.”
I jerked, but in my unwound state, I couldn’t remember why such a sensation should make me upset. It felt good. It felt right. It felt like home.
With the tip of his erection inside me, his hands shot up and dug into the mattress beneath my head. Fisting my hair, he tugged hard, forcing my back to arch and hips to open. “You’ve come. You’re ready. You’re mine.” His teeth clamped over my neck with no finesse or tease.
I flinched as his tongue lapped over the bite of his canines, and I shivered as he murmured harshly, “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard.”
He kept his promise to make me scream.
I screamed in delirium as he rammed his cock inside me. Thicker than fingers. Longer than digits.
Wider, deeper, all-encompassing.
Thoughts, gone.
Fears, gone.
Horror, terror, panic…all gone.
My legs wrapped around his hips as his mouth crashed over mine. I clutched him close. His naked chest to mine better than anything. We stuck together, sweat to sweat as he drove into me again and again.
I lost track of being alive or dead, fiction or real, captive or free.
Elder was my sun, my air, my world.
And I let him ride me.
I held on as his hips drove faster and faster. His kisses wet and fierce. I didn’t know where he began and I ended. We were one. We were wild and manic and dazed and searching. Questing and begging for a finish line where we could rest and breathe.
Heaviness. Heat. Rocking and moaning.
He didn’t stop fucking me, and I didn’t stop wanting him.
I had no panic attack. No tears. With him holding me, I remained his and only his.
And when his breath caught for the second time, and he reared up to drive like a raged stallion inside me, I cried out from a heart release rather than superficial body.
He came, flooding me with a second climax.
I came, but with everything that made me human. I didn’t know if the orgasm originated in my belly or soul, but every extremity tingled and unwound. Every cell sparkled and unspooled. Every hatred and anger I held toward the opposite sex was calmed, letting me inhale with pure joy.
We clung to each other, coming down from our vicious high.
Finally, after we’d caught our breath and shed our animalistic hides for human skins once again, Elder slowly propped himself up over me. Watching me from above, his face hadn’t lost any of its sharp secrets or shadowy agony, but his eyes were calmer, less black rapids and more obsidian ocean. “I’m sorry.”
Why was he apologising?
He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Rolling to his side, he pulled his cock out, leaving me with sticky dampness from shared releases. Placing his arm over his eyes, he muttered, “We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow. Get you the morning-after pill.”
Chills crept down my spine. As long as he was touching me, I could do this. I could pretend I was normal. The minute he stopped, memories of being a slave returned. I couldn’t have the best sexual experience of my life be ruined by history.
Curling into him, I burrowed deep until his arm slipped around me, cradling me close. “I don’t need it. The injection Alrik gave me is valid for another few months.”
“Oh.”
One little word but a thousand unsaid things behind it.
Our thoughts returned to less happy places, and a mixture of disappointment and odd sadness filled me.
I bobbed around on a lake of melancholy, unable to fully understand who I was, where I was, or what I wanted to become.
“We should sleep.” Kissing the top of my head, Elder let me go and climbed out of bed. Hoisting his trousers back up to his waist, he disappeared into the bathroom. The splashes of a tap filled the suite before he returned and shed his remaining clothes.
His tie was ripped off, the shirt shrugged free, and trousers abandoned on the floor.