Page 25 of Clawed
He was mad about her struggle, loving it almost as much as he enjoyed her sexy submission.Every moment with Hannah was an inferno of desire.Hellbent on retaliation, he’d forgotten how much she affected him.
“I said,enough.”He pressed one finger onto her gag, pushing the plastic deeper into her mouth.“You’re mine, Hannah, and I will use you as I see fit.”
Withdrawing his hand, he nudged the stool he’d had waiting for this exact moment into position and wandered to the other side of the chair to do the same there.The small wooden benches only offered him another four or five inches of height, but those inches were important for what he had in mind.
Returning to his original place, he climbed onto the first stool and hoisted his other foot up and over her bound body to balance on the other.Leaning on the sides of the chair surrounding her shoulders, he hoped to God the old contraption would bear his weight as he slid his engorged cock along her soft skin.
Fuck.
He clenched his teeth, willing himself to slow and relish every second, but he doubted the call would resonate.He’d waited long enough.All those nights trapped in a reeking box, and all those days caged like an animal.They’d fueled his desire for that moment, and he wanted to let go and delight in the type of orgasm he’d only been able to dream about every night in that crappy cell.
Fucking her tits while she was tethered and helpless was his reward for surviving incarceration and reclaiming her as his personal whore.
“I’ve missed you.”Need radiated in his voice as he lifted the chain and slid his erection between her full breasts.“Now I’m taking what’s mine.”
She stilled, her body bracing as she, he assumed, accepted her fate.He was going to glide his cock between her tits, and there was nothing she could do to stop that.Best that she yielded and perhaps even appreciated the experience.He had no idea how likely the latter outcome was, but as his shaft slid back between her cleavage, he realized he no longer cared.
She felt so good, so much better than his hand or any other woman he could recall.Hannah was everything.She’d remember how to surrender and learn to love how much he worshipped her.
She’d have no choice.
“You’re amazing.”Loading his weight in his glutes, his hands rose to push her breasts together, creating an even tighter and warmer place for his cock to enjoy.
“Oo as’ard.”Her glower burned into him as she attempted to articulate her disgust, and even with the gag, he comprehended her disdain well enough.
So much for learning to love me.
He might have scoffed had the burgeoning passion building in his testicles not been so overwhelming.Let her feign contempt for his actions.Lawes knew better.He understood what she was never prepared to admit to either the jury or the police—she fucking loved being treated that way.
“Be nice, little girl.”He practically purred the words as his orgasm peaked.“This bastard is in control of you.”
Her gaze mollified a fraction as she processed his words, but that wasn’t enough for him.Not that close to release.Letting go of her breasts, his hand rose to the back of her head and nudged her toward his raging erection.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he growled.“And I want you to see me mark you.”
Her stare hardened.“Uck oo.”
She was mesmerizing, even when she was being troublesome, but no amount of attitude would change her fate.Forcing her face in the direction of his cock as his shaft erupted, he sprayed his cum over her chest, neck, and chin.
“Jesus!”
The high was even better than he hoped, his head swimming with endorphins as he exulted in his achievements.
She was there.She was bound.She was his, and now she was covered in his orgasm.
Releasing her head, he grabbed the end of the armrests she was strapped to and steadied himself as his cock continued to pump his seed over her belly.
“That was incredible.”
He straightened slowly, marveling at how much lighter the air around him was.The space was suddenly lighter, as if the walls had received a lick of paint at the same time he’d decorated her body with his seed.Smiling, he realized it was difficult to overstate how much better he felt now he’d come.It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he could breathe again.It was the high that made his freedom even sweeter.
Tingling with warm satisfaction, he gazed down at the object of his desire.Her grimace suggested she was less keen on being covered in his cum, but her angry expression concerned him even less than her opinion did.He would have his way, and she would insist she loathed every moment of his dominance when, secretly, she was reveling in his shows of authority.Hannah might not have anticipated waking up there with him, but she was made to submit.
As if to prove the point, he allowed one hand to fall between her legs beside the redundant sex toy and acknowledge the effect of the teasing vibrator.Her lips shone with her arousal, and one quick graze of his fingertip was enough to validate just how turned on she was.She tensed at his touch, her thigh muscles straining to close even though the bondage meant the effort was obviously futile.
“No need to be shy,” he cooed as he climbed down from the stools that had elevated him in more ways than one.“We both know how much you wanted to come as well, but I’ve decided to keep you wet and wanting.”
She closed her eyes, apparently unwilling to concede the fact, but she still looked perfect.So utterly perfect, he never wanted to forget the vision of her in that moment of subjugation.Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his phone and switched on the camera.He would capture the unspoiled image of her for prosperity.
