Her taking her own pleasure and making me insane for more of her is a dangerous game. A very dangerous game that I’m so fucking determined to win. I’m not falling in love…no. Never. But I’m obsessed. She’s like a siren, a goddess, a woman who could pull me in and make me do whatever she wants if it means I get her taste on my tongue and my cock buried in her at every moment.
This is going to end badly. If she only knew the truth about me. She would break, and I know that, and I should walk away, but I can’t. She has me by the fucking throat.
Rounding the truck, I meet her at the door, and the second her feet hit the ground, I bend and toss her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Theo! Put me down. You’re going to get hurt!” She squirms, and I slap her ass hard, causing a yelp to come from her lips. I can handle her. She’s weightless. I’m in the peak of my strength, and real men can handle real women.
“You worry about what’s going to happen to your body when we get inside. Don’t worry about me.” That makes her quiet, and her squirming ceases. I unlock and open the door with one hand, and my feet lead us straight to my bedroom at the back of the house. She can get a tour later. I have plans, and that isn’t included in them.
Kicking my slightly ajar bedroom door open, I feel her body jolt against me. That made her jumpy? Wait until she sees what’s about to happen when we’re in the thick of my plans tonight. She will jolt, squirm, bend, beg, and scream. All of it.
When I toss her on the bed, she looks up at me with fear. Good girl. Fear me. The fear will take her pleasure to new levels. That fear will mold into desire, into everything she has imagined and lusted after in the shadows of her wildest dreams.
“Theo—”
“Safe word,” I interrupt her, walking over to my drawer.
“Theo,” she says again, this time more hesitation in her voice.
“Safe word and I will stop. If not, let go, and let me take over. Give me the control and trust that I know what you need and what you want.” I look over my shoulder at her, giving her a chance to take the out. There is quite the pause, one that makes me think she just may say the word and not want this, and just as I’m about to turn to walk back to her and put a halt to my plans, she shakes her head.
“I want it. I—I trust you.”
“Good, puppet. What is the safe word in case it gets to be too much?”
“Sirius.”
“You use it if it’s more than you can take.”
She nods softly, sitting up on her knees now. The image is art. Her in the center of my bed, her eyes round and inquisitive in all the right ways. Curiosity is flowing through her veins, lacing with the desire that’s pumping inside her.
Removing my shirt, I move back to the drawer and open it, pulling out my ankle cuffs attached by a long nylon strap. Turning back, she tilts her head and looks at it, her eyes widening when I step up closer. The cuffs at the ends is all she needs to understand there will be some sort of restraint.
“Up.”
She scurries to her feet. Eager. There it is, the fear being drowned out by desire.
“Strip for me, lie on the bed, and open the book to your favorite scene.” Knowing what I mean, she does just that, removing the sheer fabric from her waist. It slides to the floor, and then she’s left in the one piece. It gives her the best fucking cleavage.
“Keep going,” I guide her. She removes one strap and hisses. The elastic hit the little scratches from our rough fucking against the tree. “I will take care of those after we’re done. Be careful.”
She nods, removing the rest of the fabric. Once she’s naked, I slowly take a few steps back and look her over, my thumb grazing back and forth over my bottom lip.
“I want to bite and bruise those beautiful thighs,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“Because they look like they need my mark. All of you needs my mark.”
“Is that what you’re going to do? Mark me so everyone knows about us?” Hanna’s voice is low, a slight tremble to it.
“Baby, if I weren’t a jealous man, I would fuck you in the open, in front of crowds, so they’d know who owns you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, now, on the bed. Open the book.” Turning, she climbs on all fours, and I get a glimpse of her cunt. A delicacy, like a dessert. “Stop.” She pauses, still on all fours, and I walk up to her. My hard cock hits her ass, and she moans. I slap her ass hard, and she moans louder.