She didn’t need to know what exactly he was planning to do with the handcuffs. All she knew was that she would enjoy whatever it was, and she wanted it to start now.
He was everywhere all at once, running his hands up the inside of her thighs, then pulling on her hair, grasping her breasts, and even grabbing her jaw to force her to kiss him. His mouth was on her throat, her breasts, her neck, and then kissing her, over and over again.
And she just sat there, moaning, trying to hang onto the edge of the counter as he worshiped her with his touch and his love.
He was everywhere except inside of her, the one place she desperately needed him to be.
Violet’s legs were spread as wide as they could go, her feet pressing into the lower cabinets, but he didn’t seem to get the message. She knew she was wet, her scent filling the air, but every time she tried to ask him to fuck her, or at least finger fucker her, he kissed her again, or dragged a moan out of her, or ran his thumb over her lips, making her suck on it.
It was too much, to try and find the right words, or to even make her pleas. She couldn’t think straight with his scent surrounding her and his touch engulfing her. Even to ask for the very thing she wanted most.
His hand gripped around her throat, not squeezing hard enough to choke her, but tight enough she felt the weight of his grip, and knew her life was in his hands. He kissed her, hard, kissed her hard enough her teeth might have broken the skin on his lips. His other hand moved to the top of her thigh, then where her belly was resting on her thigh, then lower, towards where she needed him most. He leaned her backwards, with the use of his hand on her throat, and she felt his fingertips move lower, to the crease at her thigh, then to her folds, and then—
He was inside of her, two fingers at first, and then three. He groaned into her mouth, probably because he could feel how wet she was, and she nipped at his tongue, wanting to urge him on.
He was so close to giving her everything she ever wanted, and yes, his fingers inside of her felt delicious, but she wantedmore.
His fingers left her, and she nipped at his lips again, angry with him, almost, but then he was lifting her up, with his hands moving to the back of her knees, and flipping her over before she could even protest. One knee landed on the counter, but the other leg dangled uselessly, her foot not reaching the floor. She pressed the heel of her foot against his leg as she felt him approach behind her, and he lifted her leg up, so she was essentially on her knees, bent over the counter, with her ass hanging off, and—
“You are the perfect height right now to get fucked into this countertop,” Henrik murmured as he gripped her hips in both hands. “And I’m gonna do it. Gonna breed you on this very fuckin’ counter.”
“Then do it,” she whimpered. The please was left hanging in the air.
“Hands underneath your head, and lean forward all the way. Don’t try to hold yourself up.”
It was almost a little awkward, what with her belly in the way and her breasts getting squished, but the hiss she heard from Henrik’s mouth was more than enough to encourage her to make it work and figure it out.
Perfecting the position could come later. Right now, she wanted to be railed.
“Let me know if I hurt you, but I’m not gonna hold back this time,” he informed her, and then suddenly, he was no longer touching her. It was like all the heat had left the room, and she shuddered as she heard him doing something behind her, messing with the bag, it sounded like. What he was looking for, she didn’t know, but she was certainly about to find out.
There was a twisting of something, a jar, and she remembered a jar he had been holding earlier, the one she didn’t know the contents of. She waited a moment, then felt one hand return to her hip, then the other pressing against the inside of her leg, where his teeth had sunken into her thigh.
It didn’t ache, or at least, she hadn’t thought it did, but the moment whatever was on his fingertips touched the skin, a delightful tingle shot across her body. She relaxed, amazed at how good it felt, wondering what the hell it was and where it came from.
“What... is that the soothing salve my mother used to make?” she questioned, a little horrified she was mentioning her mother while completely naked and kneeling on the countertop.
“It ain’t your mother’s handwritin’ on the label. Said it was a soothin’ salve, though, so I figured it was much the same.”
That seemed like a pretty good guess, particularly as it soothed the back of her legs, and her ass. He continued spreading it, using both hands, and she relaxed further, until his hands went towards her hips, and then left her skin.
“Not there,” she requested, and tried to ignore the blush that wanted to spread. “I like feeling that ache.”
She heard the lid being twisted on the jar, and then his hands returned to her hips, still a little slippery, but not like how they had been when the salve had been on them. Her skin tingled a little, and she smiled to herself, still pleased she could feel the bruises forming there.
“You might be like this for a while,” Henrik murmured as his hands slid from her hips to her butt and then down to her thighs, in a sort of triangle. “I’m not gonna stop until you tell me to.”
“I won’t tell you to stop,” Violet said with a laugh, because there was no way in hell she would tell him to stop.
“No, Little Witch. You’re gonna need to tell me, because... I don’t think I can turn this off right now.”
He pressed his cock, his very hard cock, against her folds, not entering her, but pressing at where he would soon fill her up. She shuddered, amazed at how good it felt even just to have that temporary connection. She wanted it. Wanted him. No stopping.
“Give it to me until I can’t take anymore,” she insisted, and rocked her hips back and forth, trying to get friction on him. “Please. I’ve waited long enough.”
Henrik groaned, and she felt a thumb pressing against her asshole, rubbing, swirling, teasing. No, okay, that was not what she was asking for. Maybe another time, but right now, she wanted—
What she wanted was given to her, in one big breath. It was funny, to think that earlier, they had struggled to figure out how to get his cock into her cunt, but now, with complete ease and as though he had done it thousands of times before. One moment, she was empty, the next, she was full of him and gasping for air. Her back wanted to arch and she wanted to reach out and grab something, but his other hand, the one not touching her in her darkest spot, pressed into the middle of her back, pinning her down.