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I lick and suck, taking more and more of his cock. My gaze wanders to his face, and he brushes my hair as though in approval. The slut in me rejoices at this and I take more of him. The little slut takes over. She wants to please him. Pleasure him and drive him to the brink of ecstasy. She is so aroused by the act that I rub my nipples. One hand holds his cock in place as he thrusts while the other wanders down to my pussy, eager to rub a throbbing clit.
“Don’t touch yourself.” His voice is rough, making his command that much fiery. I let go and I whimper in frustration against his cock. He thrusts even faster. His movements become jerkier and the grip on my head tight. He’s about to come. I prepare myself for a flood of his seed in my mouth, but he abruptly pulls out. I look up at him, wondering what I’ve done wrong.
“Get on the bed.”
I stand up so I can sit on the bed, but he quickly turns me around and positions me so that I am on my knees, facing the headboard. I hear the rushed rustling of clothes. Foil paper being ripped, the sound of latex rolling down on skin, the bed dipping and finally, his hands gripping my buttocks. They slide down to my pussy and stroke an attention-hungry clit. His fingers dip inside me and he groans when he feels how wet I am. “Fuck, you’re such a slut. How does one punish a slut whenthey’re so hungry for it?” I moan and arch my back, too aroused to note what he’s saying, “So needy.”
He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his throbbing cock. I scream when he enters me. He’s too big. My pussy feels too tight around him. He pauses. “Is it too much?” It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. The last time I slept with someone was here. With him. Suddenly I feel exposed. As though he can read my thoughts.
I shake my head and thrust backward. “No. Please don’t stop.”
He thrusts inside. Slowly at first, as though he’s unsure if I am telling the truth. Then he increases his pace and with that, the pain disappears and pleasure soon takes over. His strokes are rough, quick, and deep. Punishing. Brutal. And yet…sweet. My knees buckle and my chest drops to the bed. Damien keeps his unrelenting pace. His hands grip my thighs tightly. The zipper of his pants hits my butt. My nipples brush against the duvet. Flesh slaps against flesh. Harder and harder until he freezes, jerks, and floods into the condom. He thrusts in two more strokes and my orgasm comes rushing and I cry into the bed linen as I ride the wave of ecstasy.
Chapter 19
Damien
I want to punish her. At least that was my intent three incredibly highly charged, highly erotic sessions ago. I wanted her to feel the hurt, but she ended up loving the pain. I didn’t even intend on fucking her at that fucking cottage. That had happened because she was too irresistible in that dress. When I kissed her, I wanted more. When she kissed me back, I was lost. So I tried to regain control. First, by making me suck my dick. An experience I will never forget. Not that she is a master cocksucker. But because she did it with such earnest enthusiasm, that was both exciting and arousing. And because of that, my control slipped again, and the punishment turned into a need to pleasure her. I told myself it was because I wanted to be inside her pussy again, but I was lying to myself.
That was the first session. After we caught our breaths, we went to the main house, and I took her to the master bedroom. My goal was to humiliate her on her father’s bed, but even that didn’t work out the way I intended. Instead of taking her to the bed, I saw a chair, and an idea came to mind. A wet dream I’ve always had of her. Watching her breasts swing in my face as she rode my dick. I had to make the dream a reality, and it was just as good as I thought it would be. Better even. I am putting her to work like a slut; I told myself, but that wasn’t true either. The need to please her seemed to take over at some point andoverride all initial instructions in my brain. We did it again on the chaise lounge and by then I had given up all pretense.
Now we lie tired, a spaghetti of tangled limbs on the chaise lounge. I don’t remember sex being this good. Not with her or anyone else. The more we do it, the more I want her. It shouldn’t work like that. I should be tired of her now. But no. I can feel my erection growing once more, prodding against her thigh. I’m going to run out of condoms soon at this pace. She stretches and my dick responds to her movements.
Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy?I almost say, but I hold the words on my tongue.
I watch her as she stands up, her beautiful body on display in all its naked glory. Her body has changed and for the better. Her hips a fuller, her curves more pronounced, and she looks more like a woman than she did eight years ago.
Mesmerized by her, my brain doesn’t register what she’s doing when that body I had been staring at is instantly covered by her dress.
“What are you doing?” I sit up, stretching my limbs. I swallow a groan as blood rushes to my legs. We were lying in the same position for what seemed like an eternity, and I still want us to stay like that for a few more minutes. Fuck numb limbs.
“Putting on my clothes. What does it look like?” She says without turning her back.I get up and catch her hand just as she’s about to close the zipper of her dress.
“Not now you’re not.” Without realizing what I am doing, my arms go around her waist and I press her back against my body. She gasps when she feels my hard erection.
I inhale her sweet, pungent mixture of sweat, sex, and perfume as I brush my lips on her neck. She’s like a drug. A dangerous, irresistible drug and I am going to take as much as possible until I overdose. Maybe then I will get over her. “Our night isn’t over yet.”
I place little nicks and bites on her neck as I unzip her dress. She doesn’t resist. Instead, she let me undress her. The dress falls to her feet and her beautiful body is bared to me again. I spin her around, admiring her shapely breasts and taking the left one in my hand. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to flatter me.”
Ivy Hawthorne is probably the most beautiful person I have ever met. So either her confidence has taken a beating over the years or she’s fishing for complements. “You’re not the self-assured Ivy who seduced me eight years ago? What happened to her?”
“She grew up and stopped believing her own hype.”
My hands slide down to her waist. “Whatever she believed, her beauty was never hype. Still isn’t.” The cynicism on her face melts away and I kiss her just before I notice something else I didn’t want to see. That same awestruck face she used to have whenever she was in my company.
She returns my kiss with the same vigor as before, but this time, there’s an earnestness to her that turns my insides into mush. It makes me want to cradle her in my arms and make slow, sweet love to her. Show her how much I have missed her. Tell her the number of times I have replayed our night together.
Focus.
As quickly as they come, I wipe those silly thoughts away. I am here to take. Make her pay. Use her. Desecrateher family home. I pull away from her and ignore her taut nipples, pointed with desire. I try to forget how they felt pressed against my chest and lead her to the bedpost. I look around for some binds. I can’t find anything until I spot her panties. Good thing she brought them with her after our time at the cottage. Using those, I tie her hands to the bedpost.
Fuck. She makes such an erotic image as her back protrudes out while her breasts spill around the pole. Her butt looks ripe,round, peachy and inviting. I caress it and she arches her back even more. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, don’t you think?” I say before lightly slapping her butt cheek. I am not into BDSM of any kind, but everything is different with Ivy. With her, life is an upside-down world.
She moans and my heart sings. I slap the other cheek and caress it, my hand dipping to her pussy. She’s drenched. She arches her back further into my stomach and against the tip of my cock as I slip two fingers inside her. Even though she’s tied against the pole, she gyrates against my hands, fucking them like she hasn’t been fucked in a while. As though we weren’t going at it moments ago.
I nip at her earlobe. “You’re so greedy. You may be a princess, but you want to be fucked like a whore.”
