by L. V. Lane
Seeing his approach there was a sudden notion that my boldness was a step too far, and I snapped my legs shut intent on making another dive for the door. Catching my ankles, he dragged me to the center of the bed, and flipped me over with a sharp growl that pushed a flood out of my pussy. His big hands gripped my hips. “Don’t move.”
I didn’t move.
His hands shook where they held me, and through the connection, I felt his emotions writhing so quickly that I could tell nothing of his mood other than the volatility of it.
Slowly, he released that death grip. I tried to relax as he smoothed hands over my bottom and back in a soothing pattern that conflicted with his turbulent mental state. As his fingers brushed over my pussy, my breathing turned choppy. He played there, swiping through the wetness and dipping inside, then sliding from front to back in slow calculated strokes. Circling around my clit then all the way to the tight little hole at the back and circling there until it too was thoroughly coated with the slick.
His emotions were settling, spiraling tighter with each iteration of this torment.
I did not like the direction they were headed.
His slick covered fingers stopped over the puckered entrance to my ass. “You know what I want.” He left the finger there. A threat. “And I will have what I want because all this is mine.” He leaned over me, an arm circling around my waist and I didn’t realize why until the slippery finger breached and I tried to jerk away. Fingers played with my clit as he penetrated my ass, pumping in and out slowly. Lips pressed close to my ear, he whispered, “I haven’t had all of you yet.” Then he pulled out and pressed a second finger in.
“No!” It was too much at once, but I was held fast and the fingers sliding through the wet folds around my clit were distracting. The two feelings warred. One pleasure, and one pain.
“Relax for me.”
Oh god, the pressure, it was intense and inescapable. His fingers pumped deeper, bringing a sharp sting that was soon swallowed by more of that monstrous burn.
“I was going to fuck that tight little pussy that feels like it’s strangling my cock. But this is nice, too. Nice and tight. And ass fucking is so—I’ll let you tell me what it is after I’m done with you.”
Depraved. I didn't need him to fill me with that beast to know that this was depraved. And now I thought that I must be depraved because I wanted this, too, wanted whatever he would give me. Even this.
Another twist and thrust, and a fresh wave of sharp pain transitioned into a dark pleasure. He increased the speed, thrusting deeper, pulling out with a twist, then scissoring his fingers back in.
“There we go. Take it like a good girl.” My pussy gushed as useless as that was—my body was as confused as I was about my Controller's demands. His arm tightened around my waist, pinning me more securely.
Maybe in a way I deserved this given what I was planning to do.
I wanted to read him, but it was difficult to focus my awareness, and his determination was overwriting mine.
He groaned. “Ah, fuck. I think you’re ready for my dick.”
“No!”
“You’ll manage, and you’ll take me there. It’s going to be…uncomfortable. It’ll be easier next time.”
Brave talk of next time was beyond me. I wasn’t convinced I would survive this time, and that was as far as my overactive imagination would stretch. But I was falling under his control, and there was nothing I would deny him.
As his fingers withdrew, something thick replaced them. He shifted and the pressure increased.
A shot of white-hot panic followed. It wouldn’t fit; it couldn’t fit, not without tearing me in two.
“Oh god, please. I can’t—”
“You can, Eloise.” The pressure increased and his fingers traced gentle circles over my back as if to coax me.
I shook my head.
“Do you need me to help you, baby?”
“Yes, please help me.”
The pressure disappeared and a second later his palm connected with my ass. I yelped and jerked, confused and shocked. How was this helping me? He caught my hands as I sought to protect my stinging bottom, and too easily gathered my wrists within a strong hand as he rained sharp blows down.
“Give it up to me,” he demanded, spanking harder. “Give it all up to me. I need it all, Eloise.”
I didn't understand what he was asking for or how to give it up. I cried broken tears and offered barely coherent promises to do anything and everything he demanded.
My world whited out. Nothing existed but waves of corrupted pleasure and his dominance.
The stinging smacks had stopped. It took me a while to realize that his hand now stroked over my burning bottom.
“Good girl.” Lips trailed over my back, soft little kisses that made the tears fall harder.
“Please.” The words were a whisper through my raw throat.
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes.”
His warm hand settled over my hips as the tip of his cock found my dripping pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I felt his dick sliding through it, coating himself. “I need to have you, and I’m not going to stop this time. I’m going to keep going until I’m all the way in. Until I’m balls deep and there’s nothing between us.” His hands tightened on my hips, and he held me still as that monstrous beast pressed once more at the entrance of my ass.
I hissed as the head breached my entrance.
He readjusted his hands and pressed his cock forward with a slow, relentless pressure that forced the beast into me one inch at a time. My muscles fluttered around it, fighting that monstrous demand.
And there he stopped.
I could hear the harsh saw of his breathing, felt the coarse hair of his thighs against mine, and the lightest touch of his firm stomach muscles brushed the cheeks of my ass.
I whimpered and wiggled, but his grip tightened, holding me still.
He pulled out, then slowly thrust back in.
I thought I might be dead, that I might have already been ripped into pieces and might never be whole again. There was so much of him, and every inch of him was inside me. I had never been so open, invaded, and controlled. Hard fingers bit deeper into the flesh of my hips, and he pumped in and out with slow, controlled thrusts.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I bit my lip hard and tried to find my way back, but I was falling.
The relentless pressure never ceased. I had thought it would ease once he was inside, would relieve it somehow, but it had only made it worse.
He stilled and groaned, his huge dick buried inside me, holding me open. “I’m going to fill your ass up, Eloise. Going to shoot it full of cum. Do you want me to come, baby?”
The sounds I made were nonsense as he pumped that thick beast in and out and fucked me hard. He was pounding against my softness, driving that monster into me so deeply I knew I would feel it for days.
Something dreadful was bearing down upon me like I had passed over into madness. It was raw, each thrust merging into a cacophony of sharp stinging pain and sublime pleasure. I could no longer remember who I was or where I was.
Clasping an arm around my waist, he worked my swollen clit. He growled again, this one deeper, longer—it ended on a feral snarl that made my stomach cramp. Light rushed out of that marauding darkness. Hot, burning, ripples of pleasure that felt like they had been torn from my soul and my sensitized inner muscles strained to milk that thick cock. Growling, he stilled above me, and inside, hot cream flooded as he completely filled me up.
We stayed like this for long ragged moments, and I tried to find myself among the pieces that were left.
I did not exist, not anymore, and not as me. I was his now—entirely.
His fingers eased their grip on my sore flesh, and he soothed me with gentle kisses. A faint rumble resonated from his chest, and I thought I might have found a twisted kind of heaven. His cock twitched inside, thudding as blood rushed through the veins.
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Then he started to pull out, slowly, and the sensations were so sweet, so naked in pleasure that I convulsed around him in greedy hope of keeping that monster inside.
I woke to find him stroking a soft, damp cloth between my legs. Shifting, I hissed as the movement caused the spent muscles to clench.
It stung. It stung a lot.
“Hush,” Logan said, bent head between my splayed legs as he wiped the soothing cloth over the whole area before focusing on the little stinging place at the back. “Let me finish this, and then I can have your pussy.”
I let him, because I was too boneless to get up and shower, and because it felt nice to be cared for. But mostly because I liked the thought of getting his cock somewhere, that wasn't going to half-kill me.
Tossing the cloth to the floor he crawled up the bed over me. Kissing his way up my stomach until he braced above me, arms and shoulders bunched with thick ropy muscle.
“I can’t get enough of these tits.” He kissed the underside of one breast, pushing it up with his mouth and sucking against the sensitive skin. Closing his fingers, he squeezed the plump mound hard like he was offering it to himself.
He growled—I was helpless when he made that noise.
Pulling his mouth off at the end of a generous suck, he swiped his thumb over the distended peak. “Perfect,” he said, before lowering his head once more.
My body did not know what to make of this new stimulation. I was so wet between my legs and desperately wanted him there. I squirmed and wriggled beneath him, my sore ass stinging where he’d fucked me a short time ago.
I groaned encouragement as the weight of his body settled over my wriggling one. It felt good to be pinned beneath him. His cock bumped against my thigh, sticky, hot and silky smooth against my skin.
I was panting and half delirious by the time Logan lifted his head and decided it was time to start on the other side. His swollen lips glistened, and I sucked in a deep, steadying breath. He was so beautiful. How was it possible for someone so dangerous to be beautiful?
I bucked underneath him as he trailed a single lazy finger around the neglected tip. He grinned. “Think this pretty little nipple has been missing out.” He continued to toy while I held my breath and prayed that he would take it into his mouth.
He didn’t. He went back to the side that was already pink and puffy and showed the faint signs of bruises. He cupped it again, mouth lowering
“It’s too sore,” I whispered.
Meeting my eyes, he slowly shook his head. “That’s for me to decide, baby,” he said, lowering his head.
Then he growled.
My stomach clenched so violently my body jerked trying to curl in on itself. My pleasure echoed within him, and he growled again.
“Oh god. I—Oh!” My fingers gripped his short hair. I couldn’t decide if I wanted more or to rip him away.
He prized my fingers off, gathered both wrists into a single big hand, and set about driving me wild.
It took a long time before he was satisfied and returned to the neglected side. “Fuck,” he said between long sweeping licks. “I think this side might be even more sensitive.”
A long, ragged moan rose up from deep in my belly.
“This is going to be hard on you, baby, but I need to give them both the same attention.” His voice was regretful, but his eyes were predatory, and my awareness was flooded by his lust. He was delighted by the idea of tormenting me. “I’m barely touching you, and you’re trying to buck me off.” He pinched it hard again as if to emphasize the point while watching the ragged emotions playing over my face. “Good girl. Just relax and let me do what I need to.”
My mind whited out, and I passed beyond delirium and into desperation. He took his time, lavishing attention until it was as pink and swollen as the first.
Releasing my wrists, he settled over me, his cock nudging at the entrance to my pussy.
“You want my cock?”
I nodded, my chest rising and falling unsteadily as the blunt tip nudged against my opening. Fisting his cock, he spread it over the slick folds and up over my clit. “Tell me you want it, Eloise.”
“Please. I need you. I need you in me.”
And still he teased. This was not a man who could be hurried—he took perverse pleasure in making me wait. My eyes wanted to escape, but they were his prisoner, like the rest of me, and I couldn't look away.
“Say the word. Beg for it.”
“Please, I need your cock.” My face flushed as the words tumbled out.
He grinned as he lined the thick length up with my entrance and slowly pressed in.
“Oh god.” A strangled cry escaped me as I felt myself being stretched. How did that ever fit in my ass?
Expression implacable, he pulled each leg up and apart, stretching me open before crowding down over me, and settling his weight on his elbows. The movement jostled the tip of his cock pulling at my tight pussy entrance. I felt caged by him, and aware that he was only using a tiny fraction of his strength to hold me open at his mercy.
And I had learned that he was not a man with a great deal of mercy when it came to using my body.
I shivered and turned my head to the side—I had quickly come to crave everything he did.
And that terrified me.
“Hey.” Logan caught my chin in his fingers, pulling my face around. “Give me your eyes, Eloise. And don’t even think about defying me right now.”
My lashes fluttered open. He was so beautiful like this, in his control of me. It felt like I was drowning and he was my air.
He stared down at me for the longest time. Our breaths mingled and his cock pulsed at my entrance offering the promise of bliss. I was lost, I knew it. How many other women had fallen under his carnal spell? How many dreamed of his hands and mouth on them? How many would have done anything if only he would fuck them any way he pleased one more time.
Most of them.
All of them.
And I didn't want to think about them.
Brushing the damp hair from my forehead, he gently scraped his lips back and forth over mine until I opened to him and his tongue tangled with mine. It was a slow, sensual kiss, unhurried and I sunk into it, my heart thudding and a strange pressure settling behind my eyes.
Easing back, he brushed away the tears seeping from the corner of my eye.
“I need—hard. I need to not think,” I whispered.
He nodded once, and I thought he saw far too much, but then his eyes darkened, and he rammed deep with a feral snarl.
I came up off of the bed, back arching. “My pleasure,” he said, pulling out and slamming back in.
There was no gentleness. It was hard, brutal and steeped in a dominance so brilliant I wanted to pray to it. But it delivered exactly what I needed. I couldn't think of anything beyond the connection, and the way he stretched me open as he hammered into me. He leaned up for better leverage and drove deeper. I was so well pinned beneath him that I could not move. I just had to submit and take it. I didn't have a choice. His face was a vision of determination, and he watched my expression as he used me. “So fucking hot and tight. You’re damn near strangling my cock,” he grunted between gritted teeth.
I slid up the bed under the savagery of his thrusts. Not missing a beat, snaked an arm around my waist to hold me still, and his face became a mask of brutality as he pinned me there and fucked me hard.
I wanted hard—asked for it. I didn’t know what I was asking for, but now that I did, I would ask for it again.
And he might give me what I ask for, or he might not.
I had a suspicion he was doing what pleased him, and what he already wanted.
This new insight was sublime, and I clenched hard around that thick pounding cock. My eyes lost focus, and I came around him so hard that little white dots danced behind my eyes.
He didn’t stop, just pounded deeper and I was so sensitive that I didn’t think I could take any more.
It didn’t matter t
o him whether I could take it or not, and that realization made me come again, harder and longer than ever before.
I was raw between my legs, and open, forced wide to accommodate his powerful body. There was a thick cock buried inside me, still iron hard. “No, I can’t.” I felt a little mindless. My entire pussy throbbed as the muscles fought to push that invader out.
“Ah baby,” he said softly. “You think I’m going to stop because you ask me to? That’s not the way this works.”
My stomach clenched at his unbending words and because I knew that he meant them.
“You need to learn to shield yourself while we’re fucking. You’re bringing out a lot of depraved thoughts, and I’m pretty sure you're picking up on them.”
He pressed soft kisses to my cheek. This tenderness was at odds with his confession. I couldn't even imagine what he was thinking about; I was terrified by what he might be thinking about. He had already taken my ass and choked me on his cock. He had just fucked my pussy raw. What else could there possibly be?
“I need to fuck you deep now.” There was a subtext to his words. I shook my head; I wasn’t at my best, and I’d been known to miss innuendo on a good day. “I’ve got a big dick. I didn’t get more than half of it in your ass and mouth, and I’ve not got it all in your pussy yet either. I’m sure you can work it out…And if you can’t—well.” He winked. “It will be a nice surprise.”
My mind couldn't process his words into anything coherent, either that or my willful ignorance was a form of self-preservation. It wasn’t all in…How could it not all be in? Where was the rest of it?
I shook my head again. It couldn't possibly fit.
He watched my panic bloom, and a wicked smile curved his lips. “There we go,” he said stroking a finger over my cheek. “It’s going to be rough on you. But you will enjoy it, I promise. You’re going to come so fucking hard. And this time, you really need to shield yourself.”
CHAPTER TEN
We were still infecting ourselves with the Copper virus, even knowing the very thing we clung to as our mechanism of salvation had been the catalyst for the war.
