by H S Russell
Again and again, his fingers assault me above and below, torturing me, owning me. Needing to touch him, I reach up and wrap an arm around his neck.
I am all sensation: hearing, seeing, feeling, touching and—with his kisses—tasting. I am reduced from a fully cognizant person to a throbbing, physical need. My body is on fire with want, and it doesn’t care what my head and heart have to say about this man.
“You are spectacular, Allie,” he whispers. “And you need me inside of you, don’t you, pretty girl?” His voice is pure velvet seduction.
I moan as I lift a knee up onto the edge of the dresser and stick my ass out toward the part of him that’s so hard. “Lucas,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you need, Allie. Say it,” he demands as he rubs and presses on my opening, torturing me until I beg him to fill me.
“I need you inside.” My desperation is unmistakable.
“Not good enough. Try again, little girl.”
I give a little cry as he begins to remove his fingers.
“Inside,” I cry, desperate. “I need you inside of me.” I watch him still in the mirror. He’s determined to make me admit that I need him. “Please, Lucas…” I whimper.
He growls his approval, then crowds into me even more, his mouth still pressed up close to my ear. “Not yet, Allie. You want to know why?” he asks, a purposeful glint in his eye.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because you said if this happened, it would be by force.” He pauses to let his words penetrate my lust-riddled mind.
“Is this rape, Allie?” he asks, biting the words into my ear. “Are you going to stand in front of a judge and look out at me and tell everyone that this is me raping you? When my hand is covered with your wetness?” He seems livid that I would dare accuse him of doing such a heinous crime.
I’m horrified by his words, but my body remains imprisoned by him. His fingers start to pull away once again, making me moan at the loss. I can’t help but buck my hips a little, my body wanting to nudge his hand back where it was. He’s having none of it, holding his fingers up so we can both see how wet they are.
“Fucking good girl, Allie…” He tastes me on his fingers then kisses me. “God, the taste of you, it’s heaven.” He slides back down between my legs, diving in like before. He holds my gaze captive in the mirror. “Look at us,” he commands as he presses harder.
I’m so lost, so very lost. I look at his eyes, knowing he’s as near his breaking point as I am. “I hate you, but I need you,” I tell him.
“Allie,” he groans, lifting me and taking me to the bed, laying me down on top of the covers. Before he lies on top of me, he spreads my legs and looks at me, staring at the most vulnerable, hidden, pleasurable part of me. “I’ve dreamed of what your pussy looks like,” he mutters. “I didn’t get to see it very much last time. But I knew I would one day, and that I would fuck it again too.” His eyes look back up at me, his fingers moving to his pants.
“Do you have any idea, any idea at all, how long I’ve dreamed of opening you up and doing this to you?”
I try to contain my moan, but I can’t. He lies on top of me and is finally between my legs. I know that I’ll process his words later. I know I’ll be offended by them, that I’ll think about their meaning and what they imply. But right now, everything he does only brings me pleasure.
He pulls his cock out, and for the first time, I get to see it. It’s thick and long, so big and angry, pulsing with violent need, pushing out from his body in search of me. Of the place I have for him.
And then he’s moving, wasting no time to notch his head at my opening. I almost cry out because he’s finally where I need him.
He leans over and holds my gaze, sliding in so slowly and smoothly, claiming me in the way men have been claiming women since the beginning of time. He fills me, inexorably claiming me, inch by precious inch. When he’s fully seated, I feel like I’m bursting from the swollen pleasure. And god, it feels so good to have him fill me so completely. No man has ever felt this good.
“Fuck, Allie,” he whispers, eyes clenched tightly for a second before he opens them. “You’re so tight. You haven’t had a cock in a long time, have you, baby?” He starts to withdraw, moving ever so slowly until he reaches the end before pushing back in, setting his own pace.
I’m a moaning, wet mess of need. I fist my hands in his hair, unable to take it anymore. I beg him to take me harder.
He grits his teeth and growls, plunging in and out of me in fast, hard thrusts, his mouth taking mine just as surely as his cock takes my pussy. His tongue swirls around mine, tasting me, owning me.
I’m so close now, so close, and I crowd into him for more. I can’t get close enough. His voice is so gravelly, so deep. “I feel you getting tighter, Allie, fuck.” He licks into my mouth, then pulls away just as quickly. His cock never breaks rhythm. “You’re so tight, you’re trying to push me out. Such a greedy little cunt. Doesn’t want me in there when it comes, does it.”
I’m on the brink now, and the orgasm that’s looming is big, bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s so big, I panic.
“I can’t,” I tell him. “It’s too much, Lucas, it’s too big.” My body is trying to scramble away from him, overwhelmed by what’s about to happen.
He pulls his gaze away from watching where we’re joined to look at me. He pounds harder, watching my face. His hands grip my face so I can’t look away. “You take it, Allie, you fucking take it however I give it to you.” He pounds even harder, giving me a hard grind that tips me over the edge while my legs buck and I try to escape. He refuses to let me go, and then I’m screaming his name as my fingers rake down his back.
Wave after wave of inconceivable pleasure bursts through me, causing me to implode inside of myself, starting at my opening and rippling upward to my uterus. It’s a torrent of pleasure that tightens inside, culminating at a point that’s so high up, I never knew it existed. Just as I think the pleasure can’t be any stronger, another wave sweeps into my womb, making me contract and then pulse so hard I think I quit breathing. The pleasure is searing. It overwhelms me so much, I’m afraid my heart may stop beating.
I have no conscious thought beyond what’s happening inside of me. It feels like years before I finally begin to come back into awareness to find Lucas is talking to me.
“Good girl, fuck. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll remember who it is that makes you come so hard that you’re afraid of it. You remember this, Allie. You remember us.”
I’m cradling him, crying out from the lasting sensations, barely conscious as he pounds even harder. He captures my lips in a biting kiss, then buries his head in my neck. His thrusts get less rhythmic, his hands fisting as if they’re trying to contain spheres of energy that would explode the world if they were let loose. Then he roars in pleasure, his cock throbbing in hot, thick pulses inside of me. His cock grind and grinds, staying hard inside of me, even as he starts to come down.
He starts cursing, “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” over and over until finally he open his eyes.
They’re wrecked. Wrecked just as I imagine mine are. They look at me with something other than hate, other than revenge.
I shake my head.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper, my eyes pleading with him to go away. Instead of answering me, his mouth swoops down, capturing mine, kissing me while still taking in massive breaths of air.
We lie there quietly, allowing each other to recover in peace. I let my eyes close until I feel him get up and leave the bed. He returns with a warm washcloth and begins cleaning me. I sit up in surprise. After everything we just shared, this somehow seems far too intimate. I put a hand between my legs and cover myself up to stop him.
He lifts my hand away as he glances at me from hooded eyes. It’s embarrassing the way he’s so clinical, seeming so cold and removed as he does something so intimate. Moments ago, he couldn’t live without me, but now I’m just a body with a part h
e just used. His actions make me uncomfortable, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he’s done, leaving the room to get rid of the rag.
I get up and find a T-shirt and sleep shorts to put on. As ridiculous as it sounds, I don’t want to be naked around him, not after that.
He returns from the bathroom, eyeing me as we stand on opposite sides of the bed. I’m wary and unsure of him and his mood; he still hasn’t spoken a word to me since we both came. But looking at him, he seems just as wary as I am by what just happened. He motions me to get into bed, then climbs in beside me, scooping me to him so that we’re spooning. As if this is a normal thing. As if we aren’t bitter enemies.
“Are you on birth control?”
My heart skips a beat. “Little late for asking that, isn’t it?”
“For once just answer the fucking question.”
“Yes, I’m on the pill.”
He grunts, then snuggles closer to me. “Go to sleep,” he commands, like his words can make it so.
I let it go. If anything, I’m relieved to be left alone to my thoughts.
I try to sleep but can’t. After he dozes off—again—I get up to use the bathroom, then lie down on the couch instead of the bed. I don’t want the false promise of his arms around me. It would be too easy to believe this is real.
I should run, but I don’t. I don’t know who else is out there, or how many there are. It’s too risky, and right now, I’m just too tired.
It’s not lost on me that I’m lying on my couch doing the exact same thing I was doing nine months ago: thinking of escape.
Chapter 30
Allie
Hours later, I roll over on the couch, stretching out my cramped arms and legs. I sit up when I remember why I’m on my couch and not in my bed, and then I see him sitting on the kitchen chair, watching me. He’s wearing the slacks from last night and his white undershirt. His eyes watch me like a predator until he gets up and walks over to me, squatting down so we’re nearly eye to eye.
“Didn’t like sleeping with me?” he asks, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His movement is slow, almost loving. But I know better. He’s furious, coldly furious.
I watch him, wary as I wait for his anger to unleash. “No,” I tell him, “I didn’t.” It was a complete lie. Having his arms around me felt like heaven, but in this situation, no. I didn’t like being in bed with him. “I want you to leave,” I tell him. “Nothing good can come of this.”
My words have the opposite effect as he leans a little closer. “Oh, something is going to be coming from this, and it’s going to be more than good, trust me,” he tells me. I try to get off the couch, refusing to be intimidated by his crudity. In truth, I’m not intimidated; I’m aroused. Which means I need to get away.
He stops me from leaving by putting his hands on the blanket at my knees. There’s a tic in his jaw. He slides his palms up my thighs, taking the blanket with him until my thighs are bare.
“I want you gone,” I tell him again, as if he’ll listen to me.
He leans into me until we’re almost nose to nose. His body pushes my legs apart, and then his palms press them even farther apart. I try to hide my gasp, but I can’t. “You won’t be telling me to leave in about two minutes, lying little girl,” he says as his thumbs move under my shorts. I squirm against him, but he grabs me behind my knees and yanks me toward him until my back is on the seat of the couch and my legs are over his shoulders.
“Lucas!” I cry, trying to use my thighs and heels to get him away from me. He growls and grabs my ankles, spreading my legs as wide as his arms allow. I still have on my shorts, but he’s looking right there between my legs as if nothing is covering me. He gives me a quick glance before looking back down.
Then his mouth is on me, biting and moaning into me, lapping at me through the shorts. My cotton sleep shorts are so thin, the moisture from his mouth wets them in just a few licks. I feel him moan again as the material becomes more transparent, more wet.
“Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful, Allie,” he tells me. When his mouth goes back for more, his nose slides the cotton over. It’s so wet, it stays in place to the side. I’m completely exposed to him. “Oh fuck…fuck, Allie.” He looks back up at me, his eyes pleading yet insistent. “You kept this away from me?” He leans in and kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other. “Why?” And then he trails kisses from my thigh back to my center, and I am lost in the sensations.
The pleasure…the pleasure is so full and thick, I feel like I can’t breathe. Every part of me is sensitive to his tongue, his lips. I’m so slippery, no matter how much Lucas laps up, I just get wetter and wetter. He moans against me as he puts his whole mouth over all of me, his tongue moving as if he was kissing me.
I beg him for more, for deeper. “Lucas, please…”
“Mmmmm,” he moans against my flesh. “Please what?”
I don’t want to say it, but I need it too badly. “Inside me, I need you inside me,” I gasp.
His eyes never leave mine as he watches my face, no doubt reflecting how tortured I am by my need for him. “You don’t get me inside of you, Allie. You leave my arms, you pay the price.”
He is evil, wicked, cruel. When he laughs into my skin, I realize I’ve said that out loud. “You may think so, Allie, but denying you what you want just made you gush onto my tongue. Now shut the fuck up and don’t interrupt me again,” he growls.
I have no defenses against this kind of pleasure. I don’t even want to have defenses against this kind of pleasure. He is an evil magician with that tongue, making feelings appear out of nowhere, making me want him to never stop. Never, never stop.
Just as I get close to coming, Lucas removes his mouth, making me cry out and beg. He laughs, then places more kisses on my thighs. He teases me like this, over and over, until I’m almost out of control. I grab him by his hair, my fingers curling into those thick waves.
“Quit teasing me,” I beg him. “Please, Lucas…”
He holds my wrists in his hands, still controlling me in all ways. “I think you like me teasing you, Allie. I think you like it a lot more than you realize.” He leans in and licks my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now let go of my hair before I tie you down.” I grab my legs behind the knees while his hands go back to my ankles.
He keeps me spread wide for him, as if I’m tied up. The thought of being restrained is so dark, so wicked that I feel myself get even more sensitive and desperate. He sees it too. “Fuck…your pussy likes that, hunh? You want me to tie you up, Allie? To take away your ability to stop me? You like the idea of being at my mercy?” His hands grip my ankles tighter. They spread me wider.
I shake my head no, but my body begs him to do every dark thing he says. He growls at me, into me, lapping at me in obscene, raw noises that echo through my head. I am insane to let him do this to me, to want him like this, to beg him for more. But god help me, if this is insanity, then let me drown in it forever.
“Come for me—come on my tongue so I can finally know what it tastes like.” His tongue lashes at me, seemingly everywhere at once; then he’s sucking me into his mouth, and I do as he says. I come in bursts and pulsars and torrents of sensation, crying out his name over and over, my legs shaking as they hang in the air.
I’m gasping still, when I open my eyes, seeing nothing as I feel the residual waves slowly ebb. I don’t want to look at Lucas, still there between my legs, working me more gently, letting me down easy. His tonguing has turned into light, gentle kisses. When the pulses have stopped, he senses my attempt at withdrawal. He bites me on the inside of my thigh, hard enough to make it sting. Hard enough to make me look at him. He holds my eyes as his mouth moves to my other thigh and bites me there as well.
He’s marking me, claiming me while demanding I watch him do so. Once my eyes meet his, he holds my gaze completely. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he mutters. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I watch
as he stands, his erection jutting out from him. He reaches in and pulls himself out, his cock ready for me, heavy and thick with need. Precome is dripping out of the tip, and I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like.
He begins to work his hand over himself, fast and brutal. “Lift your shirt and show me your tits,” he grunts at me. I hesitate for a second, causing him to groan out my name, pleading with me to not fight him this one time. I don’t, I can’t. I can’t deny him after what he just gave to me. I sit up just a little, lifting my top so my breasts are out. He looks at them while his hand works even faster. I reach up to cup them, pinching my nipples for him.
His face responds to my actions, entranced, watching me. He takes a step closer, muttering that he’s about to come, and then he is. Ropes of come splash across my chest, coating my skin with streams of hot liquid, covering my breasts and stomach. We both watch it as it begins to drip down my skin.
“Fuck…fuck…” he mutters to himself. His hand slows while he squeezes out the last few drops, making sure to get all of it out. His eyes move back to mine and the spell is broken. Reality crashes in, and both of us feel it like a clap of thunder. I drop my shirt over my chest while he watches me with hooded eyes.
Instead of letting me walk to the bedroom, he scoops me up, carrying me like a groom carries his bride. Being held in his arms makes me feel safe—wanted—but it’s a mockery of what’s really happening.
He’s not holding me, he’s caging me. This is not a dream come true, this is a nightmare. I’m not a treasure…I’m his captive. Again.
Chapter 31
Lucas
Just one night with her and I’ve already fucked her and gone down on her and it’s…mind-blowing. Life-altering. Being with her is so much more than I’d remembered or anticipated. More erotic. More intense. More…everything. When I’m between her legs, I don’t think about the reasons that brought me here. I forget about her treachery. I forget about the money. I forget about her outsmarting me and leaving me. All I know is Allie and her sweet cunt. And what a sweet cunt it is. I’ve never tasted anything as good as Allie’s pussy. I’ve dreamed of her taste for nine long months, but my dreams never came close to the reality of her.
