My eyes could get entranced by the way her breasts sway with her movements and the puckering of her nipples as she reaches out her hands to me. Everything about Ana screams feminine and it calls to the man inside of me whose job it is to claim and protect it. I pull her hands together so the wrists touch and caress one another. I wrap my tie around the delicate area, admiring how small and perfectly contoured she is. There’s not a part of her body that I don’t love—not a part that I don’t want to stamp my ownership on.
“Roman?” she asks, not quite knowing what she’s asking, but I understand. I read the excitement coursing through her body almost as clearly as the fear that broadcasts in her eyes. Fear. Another emotion that calls to the man inside of me. The beast that is at my core. The need to conquer and possess.
“Turn and face the headboard, pet,” I instruct.
The delicate muscles of her throat work as she swallows and turns to do as I said. Just another thing to be fascinated over. I love everything about how her throat works when it drinking down every drop of my cum. Each time seems different, special. Will it always be that way? That’s definitely something I will devote myself to learning. I take the ends of my tie and secure them to the latch I keep attached by a clasp under the mattress. It will give her limited movement, which is exactly what I want. I then start slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Our eyes are locked and the look on her face makes me feel like a King. Greedy. She’s greedy for whatever comes next. For what I give her, next.
“You were a bad girl, Ana. You are not to leave unless I, Robert, or one of the security men who work for me knows where you’re going or is with you. The fact that you snuck away from me and could have been hurt displeases me,” I tell her, tossing my shirt on a chair as if I didn’t have a care in the world, as if I wasn’t about to explode.
“I never agreed to all of that, Roman. Besides I only went to visit my mother,” she whispers, her head going down into the pillow as her breathing increases to the point I can see it shudder through her body. My hand goes under her chin and I pull her face back to look at me because I need her to see what I’m saying. I need her to know how serious I am.
“She is not a mother. You will not mention her name in our bed again. Do you understand?”
It might be unreasonable, but the woman I met today was no mother. There was nothing maternal in her body. She was a monster, and I know without even investigating further that she left scars on Ana. Scars that you might not see on the outside, but are there nonetheless.
“Roman…”
“Answer me, Ana.”
“You said… ‘our bed’…”
Her words make me stall for a split-second until I see the emotion in her face. Does she not realize the rules that I’ve broken for her? Does she not get that I’m completely obsessed with her? What could she have possibly thought I meant when I said I claimed her?
I reach out and slide my hand down her head, my fingers playing with the whisper-soft blonde tendrils. The pads of my fingers trail down the skin on the back of her neck. I smile as a shiver rakes through her as slow as a lover’s caress. My hand continues along her back, leisurely traveling the plains of her body and committing it to memory. I stop when I reach her lower back. Her ass curves out, forming a perfect half-globe shape that tantalizes me. My hands move down to massage each cheek, my fingers biting into them and pulling them apart to see that small dark opening they hide.
“Do you know who owns this body, Ana?” I ask her, my tone light as if I’m talking about the weather and betraying nothing of the need inside of me. Along with my question, I continue applying pressure into one of her cheeks while I take my other hand and move lower between her legs. I take my index and middle finger and dive between the lips of her pussy, pushing and seeking until I find that swollen clit. She’s soaked with need, and if I didn’t have other plans, I would slide under her and let her ride my face until she smothered me in sweet cream. Instead, I drag them back through her pussy and up to that small forbidden hole in her ass. I push them inside without warning. She squeezes down on them, trying to reject their entry, crying out. I hold her ass still with my hand and push until my fingers break free of the muscles guarding the tight opening.
“Roman!” she cries out, and my dick jumps. I feel a bead of pre-cum slide down my shaft. My balls are so full and ready to explode, they feel like lead weights.
“Who owns your body, Ana?”
“You do, Roman. God help us both, you do.”