by Wyatt, Dani
I resolve to let her sleep, even as my cock jerks and begs for more of her cunt. But while the monster is ready for more, the man knows she needs sleep. I’ll never harm her. Hurt her, yes, but harm is far different.
I lock the bedroom door as I leave, making my way through the hallway toward the office. I settle in and send an email to her father. He’s allowed email access, albeit a new, monitored account provided by the state, so I use this opportunity to let him know how Roxie and I are bonding.
Malcolm,
Once again, my deepest gratitude for your trust in me. When I came to you with my feelings for Roxie, I was honored and beside myself that you understood and gave me your blessing.
Right now, she is napping. She’s happy here, and things have gone better than I expected. Her feelings for me run as deep as mine for her, and I promise you I will care for her forever. Nothing and no one will ever bring harm to your little girl. She is mine too now.
Take care of yourself. Do not worry about us. Roxie will call you next week when you are allowed your first phone call, and she will tell you how wonderful things are here for us.
You asked me to spend two weeks here with her. Making sure she was safe and allowing me to explore the possibilities of what I knew would grow between us. Roxie loves it here, and we will not be apart again. So I will have to work out the logistics of how to run the bar and keep her happy, as the latter is now my life’s work.
Best,
Black
I busy myself for the next few hours with some work, checking in on her periodically and finding her still sound asleep. Even when I move her limbs around and push my fingers into her wetness, she barely stirs.
Such a beautiful mess we’ve made over and over in that delicious cunt. And we have a lifetime of more messes we will make.
Now, I’m naked and snuggled in next to her. We will sleep together for a few hours. I’ll allow her that, and then I will wake with new vengeance. There are things I will do to her that she may not understand, but will only continue to bind us together for all time.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”
“You’re mine to do with as I please. And I please. That’s all the reason you need, pet.”
I lash her ankles to the deck railing. Her arms are already flung wide and attached to the tall posts I had installed just for this purpose. She is exposed and helpless to me. The brisk morning breeze is making gooseflesh explode on her skin.
She’s bent over the padded rail, and I watch her brace against it as I slide my hand upward and cup her pussy. Feeling the dripping wetness already there.
“My beautiful Roxie. You are learning. This cunt knows its purpose. Dripping for me before I even touch you.”
“Black...” Her voice quivers. “You know I’ll do what you want. Just please let me go. Don’t tie me here like this.”
“I have no doubt you will do what I want.” I chuckle, slipping my fingers deep into her drenched recesses as she moans and gushes for me. “I like you like this. I like seeing my property displayed in beautiful ways. It pleases me, and that is why you are here. To please me. And take my cum and take care of my cock. That’s your purpose until I tell you otherwise. Your job. Your life’s work. I fucking own you.” I’m finger-fucking her hard now, getting to my feet and setting my other hand into the small of her back above her ass crack. “So take care of my cock. It’s as much yours as you are mine. Do not fail me. Or your punishments can become quite painful and creative.”
I retrieve my hand from her warmth, enjoying the slickness on my fingers. She’s facing away from me, but her head is turned, trying to catch my movements. So that’s her game. I allow myself a sly grin as I slide my fingers up her chin to her lips.
“Open wide. Suck that delicious juice off of there while I get my cock out. That pussy needs to take care of me again. Seeing you like this is more than I can handle. You realize no one will ever get near you but me for the rest of your life, don’t you, Roxie?”
She nods as my fingers fill her mouth. Her eyes are wide, and I see the fire burning there. I drop my other hand to release my throbbing hard-on from my pants, then stroke myself a few times, taking in the moment, feeling the drops of my cum already seeping out the tip, ready to rut into her and give her all of me yet again.
“Good girl,” I mutter, my voice raspy in the hollow of her ear as I bring my fingers from her lips and settle my hand on her shoulder, guiding my cock toward her heat. “I will treat you so well, my pet. Always as my most precious possession. And you, in turn, will serve me and please me.”
With that, I’m inside of her in one thrust, driving the air from her lungs as both my hands knot into her hair. I fill her over and over with every inch. Listening to her moans of pleasure, her grunts of pain, makes me feel like her king.
And if I am her king, then she is my kingdom, and I will rule her in every way.
“Oh God!” She drops her head as her body convulses and her cunt drenches my shaft.
I look down, watching my dick disappear over and over into her body, right up to the balls that bounce against her folds, as my own pleasure builds, builds, builds until it’s painful to hold myself back.
I reach around and grab her tits. They are dangling just a bit from the angle I have her at, and I pinch each nipple hard as she screams.
Unable to take it any longer, I bite into her shoulder as I release myself deep into her body. Knowing that very soon I will be growing inside her, if I am not already. That is the ultimate prize.
“Why do I like it when you hurt me?” Her whimpering voice tells me how right I’ve been about us all along.
I release her flesh from my teeth, slamming my cock forward into her as her body shakes again in another climax, edging me closer to my own.
“Because...” I grunt. “...it pleases me. And that’s the foundation of who you are now. Who you’ve always been, deep down. You live for me. The pain tells you just how far you will go for me, and that centers you into your very soul.”
Her pussy clenches at my words as I fuck into her helpless body until I’m coming undone again.
“Please.” Her word means everything and nothing. There is no answer to her plea.
“Take all of me, my pet. Until you can’t imagine life without my dick inside you.”
She shouts my name as I empty my heaving balls into her. Her body answers by drowning my cock in a flow of her own hot release. I feel it running down my balls and the insides of her legs. Then I lose myself in the spasms of her body, crying out for me to give her more. Which I plan to do, every fucking day from now until I take my last breath.
“Fuck, Rox. I’m going to lick all of that off of you right now. Every drop. Then I’m going to start all over.”
8
Roxie
I’ve been alternating between crying, coming, and laughing for a week now, and there’s no sign that Black will relent.
He is sitting opposite me now, regarding me lasciviously from where he sits in front of me next to the kitchen table. He scoops up another bite of huevos rancheros onto a spoon, then holds it to my lips. Only one hand is available to him, because the other is busy.
“There’s my beautiful, good girl,” he says as I automatically open for him and take the offered food into my mouth.
Even with my core clenching and releasing, it tastes delicious. But it’s more than that. It’s an offering from my god, the center of my world.
My fingertips are slightly cool, slightly numb. They’ve been tied behind my back and lashed to the kitchen chair for just over an hour. My ankles are roped to the front legs as well, and Black has his other hand at my cunt, fingering my clit until I think I may go mad.
“Swallow. I know you can swallow and come at the same time, my pet.” He flicks my clit faster and faster until I fall over the edge into another orgasm. I fight to swallow the bite of food in my mouth, and I feel it slide down my throat as my brain sparks and spasms.
He laughs, and I open my eyes to find him u
p, standing in front of me, watching as I recover with heaving breaths. I meet his eyes with a look of defiance, knowing it’s what he wants to see, knowing the rage it will bring forth. He’s become my everything. Even with all the brutality, the love I feel for him is deeper than anything I could have dreamed.
“Mouth empty, is it?” He pats my head with a wry smile curving those amazing lips. His beard moving with the shift of his grin.
I nod, still unable to speak through the tremors of my climax.
“Good. Now suck my cock and swallow what I give you like a good pet. Then we’re going to call your dad and tell him I’m marrying you tomorrow.”
Before I can say a word, he’s pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. His hands grip the back of my hair, and he’s face-fucking me until tears roll down my cheeks.
The words “marrying you” spin around and around in my head as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. I suck and spin my tongue, looking up, making sure he’s pleased. Because, at my very core, that has become the web on which I weave my own happiness.
Another three or four strokes later, I feel his enormous cock grow thicker. The head becoming engorged, choking me. I have to struggle to hold it back deep in my throat, but it’s worth it for the pleasured grunts and moans I hear coming from him.
“Fuck, my pet. That mouth is going to be the death of me.” A deep growl and his cock twitches, and I brace for what’s about to happen.
He shoots thick jets of cum down my throat until I’m gagging, but I still struggle to swallow every drop. I would never waste any. What he gives me is a gift, and I will never disrespect that gift.
He withdraws as the last of his release spreads over my tongue. Then he leaves his cock there, half in my mouth as I work to gently suck and clean every bit of him. This is the way he likes it after he comes.
When he finally puts himself back into his jeans, my head is foggy, and he reaches down to cup my cheek.
“Come on. Time to call your dad. Tell him I’m making you officially mine.”
“HOW DO I LOOK?” I FUSS with the lace around my wrists, staring at myself in the full-length mirror as Black buttons up the last of the sixty-four tiny ivory buttons that trail from just above my butt to the high collar of my wedding dress.
“If you looked any more beautiful, the world would stop spinning, Rox.” He leans down and kisses my neck from behind. His hand grips into my hair, which is where it is more often than not. Who knew having my hair pulled had a direct connection to making my pussy soaking wet?
“Hey, watch it. You’re going to mess it up. I spent an hour getting it up and pinned in place.”
“You look good when you are messy.” His low voice sends shivers down my back, but he lets go of my hair, spins me around, and gives me the sweetest kiss on the tip of my nose. “And that pussy is going to be messy for the rest of your life. It’s wet now, isn’t it, Rox?”
“Yes.” I answer truthfully because I will never lie to him.
Our trust is built on absolute truth, and I will never do anything to jeopardize what we have. What we are building. I’ve never dreamed of anything like this. The connection we have is nearly cosmic.
“Then let’s go. Justice of the peace is downstairs. I’ve got your dad on Skype, ready and waiting.”
“I’m so thankful you were able to get that arranged. I wanted him to be a part of this in some way.”
“Anything for you, baby. Anything, you know that.”
Black steps to the dresser and picks up my bouquet of white peonies and orchids and places it in my hands.
“You’re mine.” He twists a loose hair in his fingers. His dark eyes are alive with a light that makes me tremble.
“And you are the sweetest, most brutal man I’ve ever met. And I love you.”
“I love you too, my pet. More than you could ever understand. Now, let’s go get your last name straightened out and get my ring on your finger.”
9
Epilogue
Black
Five Years Later
The glowing stars stuck to the ceiling are dimming now, running low on the energy they’ve soaked up from the sunlight. I wanted Samson to have this, to have starlight above his bed each night, even if it is only for a few hours. Our oldest is three now, he’s hell on wheels, and I love him more than life itself. I’d kill and come back and kill again to take care of my family.
Despite the windows being tightly shut, the lime green curtains stir from the strong gusts outside, the tiny monkeys all over the fabric frolicking as the fabric sways. The freezing rain dances on the windows, filling the room with white noise as Samson’s easy, steady breathing continues unabated, still captivating to me even after all these nights.
“Are you coming to bed?” Roxie’s delicious silhouette steps into the dim light of the doorway.
Our newest baby, Lily, was born four months ago. Rox has just put her to sleep in her nursery. Rox’s body is only more beautiful now with its fuller post-baby curves. Her breasts are heavy, even after feeding Lily, as I held her in my arms, watching. I refuse to miss even a split second of the beauty of our lives together.
I press a finger to my lips with a slight nod as I lift my head from the pillow. I barely fit into this toddler bed, but every night I manage to cram myself in here and spend an hour just watching this little miracle, a being that is made from Roxie and me, sleep.
Samson doesn’t move when I scoot over and slip out of the bed.
Roxie turns and silently moves back down the hall to our bedroom. I know she will be obediently awaiting me there, on her knees, as she’s done almost every night since I took her as my wife...the day after we made the phone call to her father, over five years ago now.
The cabin looks much the same as it did that day when we arrived here together on the cusp of what would be a turning point in both of our lives. The only difference now is the pictures of us that dot the walls and the surfaces of tables. We move back and forth from here to our home near the bar close to where Malcolm lives. I still work with him there, and I need a base that’s closer to where I make my living.
As much as we love the mountain life, as we discovered, we also missed the perspective of the other only life we knew, which was running The Long Draw with her father. A few days a week we are there, and a few here. It flows organically, as much as our relationship has.
I lead. She follows. But the power is truly hers, and she is well aware.
Malcolm retired and built another cabin on the back part of the property here. He also met a lady of his own after he was released from prison. They’ve been married about a year now, and even Rox says she’s never seen her father happier.
Rox wrote her first novel. Damn hot-as-fuck romance about some rough around the edges boy from nowhere and a princess locked in a tower of her past. It was fun as hell helping her write the sex scenes. And giving her inspiration was even better.
The book did well. Self-published and she’s on to her fourth now. She’s got an inquiry from a traditional publisher, but with the deadlines they are proposing, we are thinking it over. She and I, neither of us wants anything to come between our family time together. But I will support her in her dreams however she chooses.
My cock is already hard, knowing I’m heading to our nightly ritual in our bedroom. Rox kneels on the floor at the side of the bed and tells me everything about her day that I may have missed. Every thought, dream, hurt, pleasure...all of it. I don’t want to miss a thought or feeling that passes through her head or her heart. She’s all mine. To love. To honor. To cherish. To protect.
She has no idea how high the pedestal is upon which she sits in my eyes.
After that, she will come forward and take me in her mouth. I pet her and tell her how much she means to me. Then after, when she’s sucked me off until we’re both satisfied with the performance, I decide what comes next.
Sometimes, when the beast is in heat, it can be rough as fuck. We still have that part of us. But so
metimes, it’s just me, the man, making love to my wife. Like I will do until I take my dying breath. She is my world. My life.
As I move down the hallway, the walls lined with pictures of our life so far, I’m filled with such gratitude. I may have waited years for Roxie to complete me, for us to come together into what we are, but every day she’s been in my life has made me a better man. Made me want to continue to be a better man.
For her.
For our family.
Forever.
BACK TO HER
By
Dani Wyatt
1
Walker
“THANKS FOR THE RIDE, Charlie.” I stare out the window, watching the scenery go by, wondering when the caged-animal numbness that’s been my companion for nearly five years will start to fade.
In some ways, I hope it never will. Numb is a shit ton better than the pain.
The pain of knowing I may never see her again. Never touch her again. Never feel her lips on mine. Never know the taste of her cunt. The sounds she would make when she cums. Orgasms that come from me. Only me.
Because she was supposed to be mine.
She was mine.
I waited for her. I am nothing if not a man of patience. Unfortunately, this time, I’ve been cursed with a horrific joke, a joke that took my patience and turned it on us both.
Risk versus reward.
Well, I took the risk and waited.
But I lost the reward.
And now I’m fucking grateful just to have a car come pick me up. One with a friendly face in the driver’s seat. Thoughts of her tumble in my mind. Thoughts of her sweet face. The curves of her body. My fingers twitch and the tightness in my core nearly doubles me over as I futilely try to calm the hard-on that is growing at the mere thought of her.
