Chapter 10
Marcel
I’m a nervous wreck until she walks back in the door. She has been gone all night, and it’s just after dawn when she gets in. I don’t care if he has dipped his shriveled old dick in her at this point, I’m going to make some things clear.
The moment the door shuts, I’m on her, pinning her against it. My tongue flicks out of my mouth to lick at her lips and my body presses hard against her. There will be no gentleness in this. I have to make it known just how I feel about her. I want her to think of only me every time she has to be in his arms. Every time she fakes a smile or a sigh for him. It willallbe for me.
I flip her around so her palms slap against the wall, her bag falling to the ground at our sides. I reach around and undo her jeans, tugging both them and the black thong she is wearing down to her ankles. Her taut ass is on display in front of me, and all I want to do is smack it until it is as red as an apple.
"You don’t ever leave me like that again."
I smack her once, twice three times on the right cheek until she cries out at me to stop. "I don’t care how angry you are. We are connected now." I let my own jeans fall, nothing underneath, and press my hardness against her ass as if to prove what I mean.
I lift her shirt up from behind with my hands until I can hold a breast in each hand, but I am not looking to massage them even as soft and supple as they are. Instead, I pinch at each nipple, showing her how pleasure and pain can sometimes be the exact same thing. When I am done with her this time, there is going to be no virgin left in her. She is going to know the dark and light side of sex and love it all.
As long as it is with me.
I tweak her nipples a few more times until they are hard as rocks, her moans coming out like a symphony now and her legs shaking with need.
I slide my hand down to feel the warmth and dampness of her waiting center, trained to want me already. I give her groin a light smack before flicking my thumb along her clit, the nub swelling with my touch. My cock presses between her ass cheeks, and my other hand holds her to me.
"I'm still angry at you," she says between labored breaths.
"That’s okay with me. As long as you know that you are no one’s little girl but mine," I growl out before thrusting my hips away from her ass and plunging into her from behind.
I go deep, ripping through her until there is nowhere else to go. I slam into her insides, forcing them to stretch to accommodate me much too soon. Her moan is of pain, but she also slides her hands down, her ass sticking out towards me for more leverage. I clutch onto her hips and slide back before slamming forward once more.
“Fuck!” I hear her curse.
“Little girls don’t talk like that,” I tell her. “Is daddy going to have to wash your mouth out with soap?”
I gather her long hair in my hands and pull so that her neck is straining. She can barely eek out more than tiny sighs as I continue to assault her insides until she is putty in my hands.
Then, I throw her down on the bed and get up on my knees, only to plunge in once more.
“What are you?” I ask her as I pull back and go for it again, not letting her even catch her breath.
“I am. Your. Little girl.”