Page 18 of Brutal Union
“Deep breath in,” I instruct, my voice low, and steady, despite the overwhelming need to be inside her. To be fucking consumed by her.
But of course, my stubborn girl cocks her head defiantly, eyes narrowing, mouth opening like she is about to say something that’s going to get her in trouble, and as much as I love the pink of her ass. Ineedto be inside her, and I can’t punish her without punishing myself.
So I shut her up the only way I know she can’t resist.
I push into her slowly, burying myself inch by inch until her breath catches and her eyes go wide. The sound she makes around the gag—muffled, desperate—is music. Her tightness grips me like a vice, her body already trembling beneath the pressure, trying to move, to squirm, to resist what she wasmadeto take.
But I don’t let her.
I hold her hips in place, firm and unrelenting, forcing her to stay still, to feel every deliberate stretch of me inside her. Her legs twitch, her back arches, and I lean over her, mouth brushing her ear.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper. “You can’t run from this. Not from me.”
She moans again, the sound raw and soaked in need, and I can feel the war inside her—between defiance and surrender.
“You’re not breathing,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I start to thrust into her. “If you can’t control your breathing, I’ll control it for you.”
Her eyes widen, and she makes a show of taking in a deep breath, through her nose but as I push myself into the hilt she shudders out a moan. Her body clenches around me, tight and desperate, and I groan low in my throat, savoring the way she tries to fight it, tries to resist the pleasure I’m forcing on her.
“Good girl,”I murmur, my voice rough with approval.“Now keep breathing. In… and out.”
I pull back slowly, dragging myself almost all the way out of her, and she whimpers, her hips twitching as if to chase me. But I don’t let her. I hold her still, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and then I thrust back in, hard and deep, making her gasp.
“In… and out,”I repeat, my voice a low command.“Do it.”’
She obeys, her chest rising and falling as she tries to match her breaths to my rhythm. But it’s hard for her, I can tell. Every time I sink into her, she loses control, her breath hitching, her body trembling. And I love it. I love how much she struggles to keep up, how much she wants to please me even as she fights against it.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear again. “You can do better than that, can’t you, little slut?”
I shift my weight, pulling her hips up higher, changing the angle just enough to make her cry out. Her hands flex and stretch despite her restraint, as I start to move faster, harder, driving into her with a relentless pace that leaves no room for thought, no room for anything but sensation.
“Breathe,”I command again, my voice sharp now, demanding.“In… and out.”
She tries, she really does, but it’s impossible for her to keep up with the way I’m fucking her. Her breaths come in short, ragged gasps, her body writhing beneath me as I push her closer and closer to the edge. I can feel it building in her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she’s trembling with it, her muscles clenching around me in a way that makes my own control waver.
But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not until she breaks.
“Come on, Hime,”I growl, my voice thick with need. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”
She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips pressed together in a thin line as if she’s trying to hold it back. But I won’t let her. I reach down between us, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing hard, fast circles that make her cry out.
“Sho!”she gasps, her body arching off the bed as the first wave of pleasure crashes over her.“I—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,”I say, my voice firm but gentle now.“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
And she does. With a broken sob, she comes apart beneath me, her body convulsing as the orgasm rips through her. Her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me deeper into her, as if she can’t get enough of me even now.
I let out a low groan, my own control slipping as I feel her tighten around me, her walls fluttering in a way that drives me wild. I thrust into her once, twice more, and then I’m coming too, my release spilling into her as I bury myself as deep as I can go.
I pull out of her, watching as she lies there, panting and trembling. Her eyes meeting me, as she tries to gather the rest of her breath.
“You were such a good girl for me, little brat,” I say, my voice soft but still laced with dominance.
“I couldn’t be bad with my hands tied and mouth gagged,” she hisses out, deep breaths coming out in sharp gusts.
“Mmm, I believe you could if you tried hard enough,” I wink, getting up to pick up my slacks off of the floor.
“Is that a challenge?” She narrows her eyes, shifting her weight to her knees.
