“Tell me that again, angel,” I growled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me.” God, she was begging for it, her voice heavy with need. “Please, Manson. Fuck me hard. I want to struggle to take it.”
“Yeah?” My brain was going to snap if she kept looking at me like that, drawing me in with her eyes. She reached for me, gripping her fingers around me and stroking me.
“Please,” she said, like the anticipation alone was painful. “Fuck me, sir, please, please, please —”
I entered her hard, gripping her thighs and pressing them up so I could get a deeper angle. Her eyes went wide, grasping myarms as she cried out. Her nails dug in — I fucking loved those long, sharp nails — and I grinned at the sting, hunching over her as I fucked her.
“Is this what you want? Hm? You want it to hurt?” She nodded rapidly, her sleepiness now replaced with fierce endurance. It was impossible to look at her face without my balls tightening, warning me that my stamina was going to be short-lived.
“Fuck yes, hurt me…” Her voice broke on the words, and I nearly did too. “Harder…I want it harder…”
My mind was entirely engulfed by her, the feeling of her, the sounds. Her voice was contorted between pleasure and pain, and she cried out with every punishing thrust.
“Are you going to take whatever I give you?” She nodded again, whimpering as she did. “Then open your mouth.”
She obeyed immediately, without even a moment of bratty hesitation. I spat, hitting her outstretched tongue, and she swallowed it down with a smile. I rubbed her clit, knowing I’d be lucky to last another sixty seconds, but I wanted to see that perfect ecstasy on her face one more time. She writhed beneath me as I crushed her into the mattress, her breath coming in tight gasps.
“That’s it, angel. Come for me. Right now.”
“Ah, fuck…Manson. Please —”
I cursed, my body shuddering and clenching as she throbbed on my cock. I came, pumping every last drop deep inside her as her eyes fluttered closed and she went limp.
I was barely able to hold myself up, but I didn’t want to pull out yet. I liked that feeling of my dick plugging her, holding my cum inside her. With her pussy clenched around me and that smile on her face, all I could think about was how I couldn’t let her go.
Ever.
I couldn’t watch her walk away again. I couldn’t see her disappear into a future that didn’t have us in it. I couldn’t handleher choosing to leave behind what she obviously craved.
I tried to catch my breath, mentally scolding myself for such completely ludicrous thoughts. I had to be able to live with this,justthis. She was a temporary fixture in my life and I had to accept it. I’d have to let go, eventually. We’d have to say goodbye.
No. Fuck that. I couldn’t live with it and I goddamn wouldn’t.
I reached for her bedside table, grabbing some tissues for her before I pulled out so she wouldn’t drip on the bed. She hissed softly as I slipped out of her before wiggling in contentment, pressing the tissues between her legs.
“Mm, it really is a good morning,” she said. She looked over at me as I sat on the edge of the bed, tiredly running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you, sir.” She giggled slightly after she said it. “Or should I say Master?”
“You better be careful about using that title,” I said, unable to stop the smile on my face. “Otherwise I’m going to end up never letting you go.”
What I didn’t say was that title made me goddamn feral. As in, throw-her-over-my-shoulder, steal-her-away, and keep-her-locked-up-just-for-usferal.
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind that,” she said, and my heart felt like it glitched for a moment.
“I think you would.” I curled my arm around her and dragged her closer, kissing her neck. “I think you’d mind if we stole you away and kept you as our little fucktoy forever. We’d fuck you like you want, punish you as you need, and have in you in our beds whenever we damn well please.”
She shyly looked down. “I mean, that’s kind of my ultimate fantasy.”
“Wait…really?” She had to be joking with me. It was one of my deepest desires to relish complete and total control over a willing submissive, although maintaining a twenty-four-seven lifestyle of dominance and submission wasn’t something I was quiteready for yet. I was only twenty-two and something like that was no joke; it required responsibility, patience, and far more time than I was currently able to give.
For now, the idea of a weekend getaway where the boys and I “kidnapped” our toy to have our way with her was a particularly tempting prospect.
“Tell me,” I said, lying back down beside her. “I want the details.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I want you to take me away, Manson. Snatch me up, kidnap me, drive me out somewhere, and use me. Put me on my knees, make me serve you. Make me obey.” She sighed as she lowered her hands, but the spark in her eyes was bright and eager. “Make me your slave again for a few nights. I don’t want to think, I don’t want to worry, I just want to let go.”
Did she have any idea what those words did to me? How much they fueled me to make this happen? I leaned down, chastely kissing her mouth before I whispered, “I won’t tell you when, or how, but we’ll do it. We’re going to fulfill that fantasy of yours, angel.”