by Marlee Wray
“You’re hurting me,” she wailed, but she didn’t try to pull away. In fact, her body strained to get closer to him.
“Yeah, and I’m going to hurt you more,” he said, pulling almost out before he thrust back in.
She loved that, rough talk and rough sex. She never wanted it to stop.
Everything started to blur as he moved faster. She felt so full, the pain driving her higher.
He lifted her and slid her up the bed without withdrawing. He thrust in and out like a piston. One hand gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair, keeping her from thrashing her head back and forth.
“That’s right,” he husked in her ear, his voice rough and hostile. “You wanted me. So you’re going to take every fucking inch. You’re my little whore, aren’t you, Kate?”
She came instantly, and the orgasm wouldn’t stop as he ground his pelvis against hers and his cock drove so deep into her it jarred her insides.
* * *
It wasn’t just the best sex play of his life; she was the best sex he’d ever had, bar none.
The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears had been so thunderous he hadn’t realized she was talking. When the thunder died down, he could hear her voice again. She was making no sense at all.
“What are you saying?”
“Leave me alone,” she said.
When he un-cuffed her arms, she shoved against his chest, like she could push him away.
“Christ,” he said. “Look what you did to your wrists.” She’d struggled so much, she’d scraped a line of skin raw on each one.
“Your fault,” she said. “Everything is your fault.”
“I know,” he said absently, looking into the cuffs. There should have been enough padding, but apparently there hadn’t been. He should’ve noticed her cocking her wrists, which she must have done. He was going to have to watch her closer.
Her elbow hit him in the chest when she tried to roll away.
“Settle down.”
“I did everything you wanted. Now let me go. I wanna sleep by myself, so I can think.”
She was playing with him. Still. After all that. God love her.
“No way,” he said.
She tried to break free. He hauled her back to him and curled his limbs around her like a python.
“You’re smothering me. Let go.”
“No.”
“Please?” she said, her voice finally weakening.
“No, you’re mine. I’ll never let you go.”
He felt the tension go out of her. He eased his grip with all but one arm.
He kissed the side of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat.
I’ll never let you go. He’d been playing when he’d said it, but the thought of her leaving left him cold. The darkest part of his soul had found the playmate it wanted. That’s right, it said. Now that you’ve tasted her, you never will let her go. You’ll keep her forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Kate stood in the kitchen wearing one of Rory’s T-shirts over a pair of satin panties. She had washed the milk bowl and put the kitten thong into her laundry bag.
She scrolled through her texts, laughing at a meme.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She jumped and turned to find him naked in the doorway.
“I found cookie mix. Want me to make cookies?’
“Who are you texting?”
“School friends.”
“Show me,” he said.
She held out the phone.
He looked at the texts and exhaled a sound of amusement at a funny political meme.
“Come back to bed, Kate.”
“You don’t want chocolate chip cookies?”
“No, I told you what I want.”
“You’re a little bit…” She trailed off, trying to decide if it was okay to tease him. She’d been about to say grouchy.
He wagged his fingers, and she went to him.
“Don’t you want to know what I was going to say?” she asked.
“No.”
She laughed. “No is like your favorite word. Your favorite phrase is I know.”
“I know.”
She laughed again. “You’re really funny, Rory. I couldn’t tell that at the club. You’re so serious there.”
“My punk brutality. Keeping up appearances.”
“Your what?”
“Nothing. Why are you talking so much right now?”
“I’m happy. How are you? You look tired,” she said as they reentered the bedroom.
“It’s three in the morning.”
She tried not to smile because that was funny too. “Why did you wake up?
“I don’t know. Get in,” he said.
“I should sleep on the outside, so I won’t—”
“No.”
She smiled and climbed in bed.
He slid in next to her and closed his eyes.
She put a palm against his cheek. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
“Kitten, come on,” he mumbled.
“You are,” she whispered.
“Be quiet in my pocket.”
She bit her cheek to keep from laughing.
* * *
Kate woke up because her breast hurt. It took her a moment to realize it was in Rory’s mouth.
“Ow,” she said, trying to pull away, but she was trapped between him and the wall. “That’s sore. You’re sucking too hard.” She drew in a breath through her teeth, relieved when he let go and blew on her skin.
She realized with a start that he was stroking his cock.
“Did you wake up like that?”
“Yeah. He knows what he wants is nearby.”
“Does he have a name?” she asked, amused.
“One girl called him the monster. Does that count? Give me your hand, kitten.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked up and down.
“Mmmm.”
She licked his nipple and pressed her body closer.
A few minutes later, he erupted over her hand and belly.
He kissed her mouth, then rolled onto his back, his eyes half closed.
She pulled her hand up and licked it.
“Did you just lick your hand?”
“Uh huh.”
He laughed, and then kept on laughing.
“What?”
“Sometimes you’re so sweet, but then you randomly do something really dirty.”
She laughed. “I licked it because it’s you. I’m being sweet, not dirty.”
“You sure you can tell ‘em apart?”
She stuck out her tongue at him.
He pulled the sheet down to examine her breasts. He shook his head.
“What?”
“Look what you made me do to you.”
“What I made you… am I in charge?”
“Never.”
“So then?”
He grabbed her and pinned her down. “Are you challenging me, kitten?”
“What will you do to me if I am?” she demanded.
“I doubt you’ve thought this through. You don’t have much territory left that’s not already sore.”
“Don’t I?’
He narrowed his eyes. “Something you want, kitten?”
She shook her head. “Just wondering whether you might?”
He smirked. “You think I need a nudge to take what I want?”
“No.”
“But?”
“All the masters of the slaves online seem kind of fixated and obsessed with one thing. I thought you might threaten me with that, but you don’t seem that interested. Do you not want me that way?”
“Ah. It’s a competition with the girls online. Whose master wants them the most?”
“No! I’m not being competitive.”
He grinned. “Yes, you are.”
“I’m just curious! You said I could ask you anything.”
He nodded. “If I was reckless enough to try to fuck your ass this morning,
you’d either use your safeword to stop me or I’d hurt you. I don’t mean I’d leave you sore. I mean you’d tear.”
“Why?” she gasped.
“You said you haven’t been with a guy in over a year. I know you haven’t been using big dildos in your pussy because my cock’s been inside you and you’re tight.”
“Too tight?” she asked, flushing. Should she have been using toys to masturbate?
“No, it feels great. You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck that pussy this morning.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because, baby, you’re sore. I know I rubbed you raw last night ‘cause you weren’t all the way healed from two nights ago. This morning it was time to give your body a break.”
She was a terrible pet. He’d wanted her but didn’t feel like he should take what he wanted. “I didn’t say I needed a break. I don’t.”
He smiled. “I decide what you need. I’m the boss. Not you.”
“But I’m okay. You can use me however you want.”
“I know I can.”
“So that’s it? I’m never going to be as good as other kittens?”
He laughed. “You are so competitive. And so fucking fierce. People look at me and think I’m the gangbanger. What’s in your tote bag? A nine millimeter? Colt forty-five?”
“Stop laughing, Rory. This is serious to me!”
“Kitten, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone that made her even madder.
“Then stop teasing me. I’m upset. You’re joking now, but you won’t think it’s funny in a month or two. You’ll just want to replace me,” she said, biting her lip. “And it’ll break my heart. Maybe we should just stop now before it’s too late.”
His expression turned dark and serious, and his grip on her wrists tightened. “Try to leave me. I dare you.”
His gaze was so intense it made her breath catch. It also thrilled her right down to her toes.
“I don’t even want you in a different room. If I’m in bed, I want you in bed with me. Not in the kitchen making cookies or wherever the fuck else. This is not some casual thing between us. If you don’t get that, you’re not paying attention. There is no Kate replacement. You’re the blood in my fucking veins. Know how I know? Because the thought of not having you feels like death.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you.”
“I know. That’s why we’re so dangerous. We’re the perfect storm.”
Chapter Sixteen
They spent the whole day within inches of each other, at restaurants, coffee shops, clothing stores, by a lake, and finally back in the house. He waited for it to start to wear on him, but it didn’t. He was just as insane at the end of the night as he’d been at the beginning of the day. He had no idea if Kate’s craziness was lifting. Since his Lord Byron speech, he’d steered clear of the topic.
At ten o’clock while he was watching a basketball game, she brought him a fine-point Sharpie.
“It’s a commercial. Will you help me with something?”
“Yeah, baby. What?”
“Will you write on my ankle?”
“Write on your ankle?”
“Yes, so I can see how it looks. I want a tattoo of what you said. The thought of not having you feels like death.”
He flung the pen away from him. It hit the wall and bounced off.
“You’re not getting a tattoo, especially not one that says that.”
“Please?”
“No way.”
“It’s the greatest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“That you think so proves you need to take more English classes.”
She laughed, but shook her head and retrieved the Sharpie. “It proves you’re amazing.”
“Do not write that on your ankle.”
“I’m not.”
The basketball game started, and he was half watching it and half watching her. She uncapped the marker and began writing on her left forearm. He lurched off the couch and she bolted. He chased her.
He caught her in the bedroom and flung her onto the bed. He yanked the marker from her hand, but not before she’d scrawled half a heart on his bicep. He raised her forearm. She’d only managed to write The Thought in fancy script before he came after her.
He restrained her face down on the bed in her clothes. He put a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. He waited for it to dawn on her that this was not a sex game. She struggled for several moments, then settled, but still tried to talk around the gag.
“If you’re trying to ask what’s going on, I think you know. There’s no sex. It’s a punishment.”
She started to struggle again.
“Stop moving. If you make the marks on your wrists worse, I’ll double the time you have to stay like that.”
She stilled.
After a few minutes, she made a questioning sound.
“I’m still here. I’ll never leave you alone in restraints.”
He let another ten minutes go by then released her.
She sat up and smoothed her hair down, looking adorable and flustered and sexy as hell.
“We never finished our conversation today,” he said. “There’s nothing broken about you, Kate. Your body is going to get used to mine, and when it does I’ll fuck you as many times a day as I want. I’m taking it slow because I’m not some green kid who can’t control himself. Keeping you healthy and safe is my responsibility, but I also do it out of self-interest. I want to make use of that body, and if I damage it I can’t. Calm down and be patient. When I’m ready to do something to you, I’ll make you ready, too. That includes fucking your ass. A guy with a small cock can get away with stretching a girl’s ring with a couple of fingers and then going for it. To take me that way is a whole different story. I know what you really want to know is do I want you as much as those other masters want their pets and slaves. The answer is no. I want you more. But being reckless with your body isn’t the way I prove it to you. You need me to be in control for both of us, because you sure can’t be trusted to protect yourself.”
“I’m sorry I keep panicking.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me for that. I like it.”
“You told me to calm down and be patient.”
“That was for you. Not me.”
“I don’t understand. Aren’t you getting tired of my being such a mess?”
“No, I love it when you’re a mess. How can you even ask that?” he said, pulling off his shirt and unzipping his jeans. “Strip. Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Seventeen
Kate knew Rory was barely awake, which made it a bit sneaky of her to lick her way down his stomach. He was just so… irresistible.
He shifted, and his muscles tightened under her mouth. His abs were like a stretched canvas, not soft and smooth like her belly. She was pretty toned, but his muscles were delicious ridges that didn’t have much give.
She pressed her face lower.
Strong fingers dug into her hair. She smiled and licked the head of his cock, then sucked it into her mouth. His grip on her hair strengthened, tugging.
He hardened in her mouth, but she released him.
“More?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you pulling me away?”
“Stop talking,” he growled.
“Okay, but you’re—”
“Lost your chance,” he said, pulling harder on her hair, drawing her up the bed.
“Ouch,” she said, exhaling a sound that was almost a sigh.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her moan. She slid a hand over his belly, but he caught it before her fist could close around him.
“Why not?” she pouted.
He rolled from the bed and came back with restraints. He cuffed her wrists behind her and shoved her on her side, then he rubbed his cock over her lips.
She opened obediently. He thrust deep enough to gag her. She whimpered, but he was relentless. She had to concentrate to kee
p from losing her breath as he fucked her.
She struggled against the restraints, but never really tried to escape his grip on the back of her head.
“Mmm,” he groaned. He pulled his cock from her mouth and fed her his balls.
She licked and sucked, happy when he started cursing from being so turned on. A few moments later, he shoved his cock back in her mouth just as he started to come. He gripped her head and shoulder, controlling her completely. She swallowed happily. The only thing that could’ve been better would have been if he’d spanked her first.
When he finished, he stretched and looked down at her.
“Morning,” she whispered.
He smirked and sat on the bed, petting her head, then sliding a hand down and squeezing her ass. She squirmed, pleased when his grip tightened, making the spot ache.
“Ouch.”
He flicked the spot several times until she scooted away.
“Did I say you could move?” he demanded.
She shook her head, inching back to her original position on the bed. She twisted around, pushing her booty toward him.
“What’s on your mind, kitten?”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you want to do something to me?”
“I already did something to you. I shoved my cock halfway down your throat.”
She nodded and rested her head on the mattress.
“In a minute, I’m gonna make oatmeal, so I can watch you eat it from a bowl on the kitchen floor.”
“Oatmeal,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“Don’t diss the oats.”
“Or what?” she asked.
“Or you’ll be in trouble.”
“Well, I don’t like oatmeal,” she said slowly. “And I don’t see why I should have to eat something I don’t like.”
“Hmm.”
“Maybe I want pancakes. Or waffles. With strawberries and syrup. You can make me waffles, can’t you?”
“Nah, but I can spank your ass if that’s what you’re angling for.”
Heat blazed in her face. “I wasn’t!”
“‘Course not. Good girl like you,” he said, dragging her body over his lap.
“Wait!”
The first heavy blow forced the breath from her lungs. It also sent heat spiraling from her butt to her pussy and up her belly to her breasts. She whimpered, but raised her backside.
