Really? Was it the 1800s?
She was more worried about his inheritance than him. Always had been. A grandchild wasn’t her real goal. It was tying him irrevocably to a girl of her choice by guilting him into marrying whoever he got pregnant.
The ‘grandkid’ was just a means to an end like Bastion had been to her.
Well, his stepmother wasn’t getting her wish exactly like she had wanted. Bastion was with a girl not of her choosing. He was out from under his stepmother’s thumb and his father’s reach, living at War’s house for now.
The plan to recklessly fuck?
That part he was down with as long as it was Tess.
She’d left him hard to the sight and sound of her squirming and panting in the van. The remote vibe hadn’t just gotten Tess hot.
War had showed him the little indents of teeth where Tess had bitten his hand that smothered her screams.
Bastion could have bust a nut right in the kitchen when he saw those marks.
It had been a test of his control to sit there and converse politely with her younger siblings, eating cookies and sipping juice like they were all at a kid’s party.
Not a far cry from his stepmother’s ridiculous garden teas. Less pretentious in War’s kitchen.
Then, they had gone to talk over security.
Bastion had been horny, frustrated, and riled by the end of that talk.
Tess was getting a wire. War had warned him on the flight home, when they had discussed the initial details about the security detail out of the hearing of Tess and the twins.
A wire wasn’t necessary if she had proper protection!
Bastion hated the idea. He was worried it would give Tess the wrong idea. She might try to solve their problems for them by catching her father or Jensen in an illegal act recorded by that stupid bug.
The temptation to dig was natural if you gave someone a shovel.
He’d gone upstairs to the room War was giving him feeling like he either wanted to fuck or fight.
Whoever knocked on the door was going to determine which beast driving him broke through his restraint first.
“Come in,” Bastion called.
He stood in the middle of the room, a direct line of sight from the door. His hands were clenched and his dick hard.
“I’m all done,” Tess said as she pushed open the door. “The twins are going next. They wanted to be together. War figures you have about forty minutes. He stayed with them.”
Tess stood in the doorway. Her eyes weren’t even looking at him. They were darting all around as she talked, checking out the room.
He’d swear, he saw the thoughts racing in her mind. Each flick of her eyes, another thought. Like a person reading fast, eyes running across the page back and forth, quicker than a person could speak.
Tess’s eyes sometimes got ahead of her mouth. Bastion could read them first and figure out what was going on in that fascinating mind.
“You coming in?” Bastion prompted.
It was almost repeating an order, but he hadn’t known it was Tess on the other side of the door for sure when he invited the knocker into the room. He would have ensured the invite had more bite if he’d known.
She was the source of his frustration, after all.
Tess finally looked at him.
She froze.
Smart girl. They’d all figured that out quickly.
Didn’t mean she’d play it safe. Tess liked fire. Bastion would rather she get burned by him than someone that would take advantage of her trust and bravery.
He had a lesson to teach her.
“Get in here. Close the door. Don’t bother to lock it. Only your boyfriends would dare barge in when I’m playing with you, Kitten. I don’t mind them watching me make you scream.”
Tess narrowed her eyes at his orders, but then her look softened a moment later.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
She knew what to say to defuse him.
Too bad she didn’t know about the back-up fuse today. He was horny and angry. She might put out the anger fire but the smouldering lust wasn’t going to be blanketed with talk.
“Did you unpack yet?” Tess asked.
She still hadn’t moved from the doorway. It was like an instinct warned her not to step into his new lair.
“I can help you. I know... it must have been difficult for you to leave home. I’m sorry if I made it harder with that girl at your stepmother’s tea party. Of course, there’s going to be other girls from your... past. I’m usually capable of more decorum than—”
Bastion marched over to the door, grabbed Tess by an arm, and pulled her into the room while she made useless excuses.
He kicked the door closed.
“Shut up, Tess! I like you jealous. Hissing. A greedy, green-eyed kitty. Scratch me so none of the other girls mistake me as theirs.”
She attacked him.
He almost stumbled back, not braced when she leaped at him.
Her legs and arms wrapped around his body and she climbed him until she was face-to-face. Those claws he’d asked for dug into his shoulders, heedless of his scars and temper.
Bastion didn’t even get out the reminder about her safe word.
She was kissing him, her hands tangled in his hair as if she had to hold him in place. There was a desperate urgency to her tongue, diving through his lips without caution, before either of them could catch their breath.
She fastened to him and didn’t let go.
He growled and freed the beast of his lust.
A few big strides had them at the bed. He laid her on it, so he could get to work on stripping her. One hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, freeing his lips. The other hand he used to grab the top of her pants and rip open her fly.
She cried out in surprise, then moaned as he lowered his mouth over one of her breasts, sucking hard through her shirt and bra. He tongued and got her nipple all wet through the layers, then let her feel some teeth on the underside of her breast.
She wiggled her hips, her hands letting go of him to try to shove herself out of her jeans.
“God, Bastion! Hurry!”
He picked her up and flipped her over, tossing her back onto the bed on her belly. One knee met her ass and pressed her firmly to the mattress.
“Do you trust me, Kitten?” he asked.
His hand went to his pants and he pulled a pocket-knife, opening it with a snick.
She turned her head to the side. He brought the knife closer, so she could see, holding it with confident ease as he eyed her back.
Hopefully, she wasn’t partial to this t-shirt or bra.
“I don’t care how. Get inside me now!” Tess demanded.
Bastion ground that knee against her ass and leaned his weight down on her as he bent to get close to her face. She moaned and humped the bed under him.
He roughly fisted her hair into a ponytail to get it out of the way, pulling her head to remind her who was in control.
“Keep still!” he ordered.
The blade was single-sided, the dull half sliding against her skin as he slipped in under the neck of her shirt. She gasped and he yanked. The knife cut through the thin material with little resistance.
Bastion kept his weapons sharp.
He sliced through the back of her sleeves next. His hold on her hair had to be sacrificed to grasp each bra strap between his fingers so the elastic wouldn’t snap back at her delicate skin as he cut roughly through them.
Closing and pocketing the knife, he undid the useless back strap of her bra. He licked a hot stripe up the middle of her spine.
“You have five seconds to get those jeans off. I want you on your back with your legs open and your panties bared.”
He added a slap to her half-covered ass to get her moving. Grabbing a condom from where he’d left them under the pillow, he stood, unzipped and shoved his pants and boxers down to make room for his dick to spring free. The condom slid on cool and slick.
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nbsp; He couldn’t wait to get into that sweet pussy.
She was spread out on the bed, her hands willingly raised over her head in a submissive pose. Those pale thighs were only parted a shy distance. Not enough space for him to get between them to that wet centre making her white panties x-rated as they clung to her pussy lips.
“Spread ‘em. I want to see which tight hole I’m going to screw,” Bastion said. He looked her in the eyes. “Maybe both of them if you disobey further.”
He grabbed one of her knees and pushed her thighs apart, feeling her ease as soon as he had touched her. With a single finger, he slicked a path over her panty-covered pussy.
“Plenty of lube here to play with your ass,” he remarked.
She squirmed under his touch. He used a little nail over her hidden clit.
“Bossy, how do you plan on fucking me with my panties on? Is this gonna be all talk and no act—”
He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, grabbed her firmly by the ass with his other hand to haul her up to the edge of the bed, and thrust into that hot pussy.
She cut off her complaint with a squeal.
Right away, she broke the self-restraint of her supposedly submissive hands over her head, reaching down to claw for his hips as he fucked her hard. With him standing, and her gripped between his hold on her ass and her fisted panties, she was his to do with as he pleased.
Who needed rope bindings?
Tess would learn that he was in control no matter what position. She decided if she wanted to be fucked. He chose how to best fuck her.
His eyes closed for a moment while he pivoted his hips and ground himself deeper. That pussy was even tighter than War had bragged. He could feel the heat of her through the thin condom. Her walls clenching at him not to pull out and rippling with the force every time he shoved in.
The needy noises she was making as he claimed her pussy for the first time with his dick made him want each stroke to be balls-deep.
He was going to give it to her, every fucking inch of him.
“God, Bastion!” was repeated as he slammed into her, almost dragging her off the bed to get as deep inside as possible.
“That vibe didn’t loosen you up at all. So tight. Going to have to stretch you good,” he told her, shifting her leg on the side he’d been holding her ass up.
He bent down and shouldered the one leg, straightening again. Her other leg he held down with his grip on her panties, so she had to turn sideways a bit on the mattress.
His hand came back down to rest over her ass again.
“Going to spank me, sir?” Tess asked, understanding quickly.
Bastion grinned, pivoting his hips. He had to roll them to keep up with the angle and still fuck her deep enough.
“You’re going to be a screaming, wet mess when I’m done with you, Kitten.”
The wet part was already accomplished. He delivered the first spank as he thrust inside her slick pussy. The sound of squelching as he gave her another hard thrust was muffled by her scream.
Tess didn’t hold back.
He began to rethink that choice to leave the door unlocked.
Stamina wasn’t her strong point. Or perhaps it was just that multiples was her strength. She was clenching his dick like she was on the brink of orgasm already. Only a few strokes and swats in.
He let go of her panties, his hold on her leg over his shoulder good enough for his purposes, and brought his fingers up to her mouth.
“Suck,” he told her, leaning over enough that she could reach them.
Three fingers muffled her screams well. He proceeded with giving her the workout he’d promised.
Every time that leg over his shoulder dropped even an inch, she got a sharp swat on the ass for it. He pistoned in and out of her pussy all through her squirming. Leaned over her and followed with his fingers clasped tight to her mouth as she threw her head back and climaxed.
That scream, if unmuffled, would have brought security up here no matter what War would have lied about to the guards to redirect the unneeded help.
A gag just might be in order when they couldn’t stuff Tess’s mouth with dick, tongues, and fingers.
Shouldn’t really be a problem when they fucked her together, filling every hole.
Tess nipped his fingers hard, letting him know she was done.
He wasn’t but he pulled his fingers out. His dick from her pussy went next.
She reached down and grabbed him. The condom slipped off as she accidentally stroked his dick at the same time as he backed up.
Damn it!
Now, he was really done. Would it ruin the mood if he reached for another condom from his stash under the pillow?
“Keep standing. Don’t move,” Tess bossed him before he could ask about a new condom.
She dropped her leg off his shoulder and sat up on the bed. Her eyes were on his dick. She licked her lips, tongue poking out to tease him.
Suddenly, she was on her knees. She opened her mouth and swallowed his unwrapped dick, no hands to help. Those grabbed his ass and she dug her claws in so hard, he knew they’d leave marks that would bruise.
Bastion fisted her hair automatically.
It felt incredible. Didn’t matter if his dick was too long for her to swallow it all without deep-throating. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her tongue pressing against him with no condom to block the sensation was enough to make his balls pull tight in prelude to cumming.
He gave a tentative thrust as those claws tightened even more on his ass.
She made a little choking sound, but then he felt her throat muscles trying to accommodate him, a swallow.
Slow and gentle, he rocked himself into her mouth. As much as she could take, pulling back a bit when she started to gag. There was no way she could take him all. On the island, it had felt like her first attempt at cocksucking so deep.
His beautiful, trusting Kitten, let him fuck her throat.
It didn’t take him long. Her pussy had worked him back as hard as he had plowed. The climax she was sucking out of him now was close. The feel of her tongue boldly stroking him as he pulled out and then her tentative swallows as he pushed back were going to undo his control.
“Going to cum,” he warned her.
She kept her claws on him and sucked, giving him an answer to the expected question to follow up that warning.
He bent and dropped one hand to her neck, his thumb feeling over the front of her throat for the rhythmic swallow. His hips rocked, a bit out of his control as the orgasm jerked his dick. He hunched and groaned, felt his balls squeeze as she sucked every last drop.
“Tess,” he breathlessly intoned, further speech beyond him for the moment.
He pulled his softening dick from her mouth and cupped himself, oversensitive.
“Sebastian,” she whispered back, looking up at him from her knees.
She scratched her hands down his thighs and released him.
He forgot about his dick and reached under her arms to pull her up. She was so light compared to his strength that it was easy to bring her all the way up to his eye-level as he straightened.
Her feet couldn’t touch the floor.
She arched her brows at him, a little brattiness lighting up her expression as she smiled and licked her lips.
“I love you,” he told her.
Her smile wavered, just a second of surprise before she hid it. She fisted her hand and smacked him with it playfully, the palm-side of her knuckles rapping his shoulder.
“You don’t need to say it. I’ll suck your cock whenever you want if you like it that much!”
Bastion kept his face serious, even though he felt a softness wanting to make his features warmer as he looked into her eyes.
“I mean it. My timing is always wrong because this isn’t what I planned. Falling in love with you so quickly is crazy and unexpected.”
She put both her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips.
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��Kiss me,” she whispered.
He did, taking the lead but keeping it soft.
“Love you,” he whispered again against her lips between the sweet caresses.
“Love you, too.” She breathed the endearment back into his mouth with a whisper.
He carried her to the bed, turning and lying down on his own back, with her on top of him this time.
Reaching under his pillow, he grabbed another condom. He checked with her, holding the condom in the wrapper up to her line of sight.
She nodded, looking taken aback for a moment that he was ready for another round so soon. It made him feel damn good. She helped him sheath his hardening dick in the cool condom and then her soft, wet pussy once more.
He told her all the reasons he had fallen for her while her hips moved up and down. A slow lovemaking where they took turns: he seduced her with words and she wrapped her warm body around him.
“Smart.”
“Kind.”
“Trusting.”
“Accepting.”
She kissed him as he revealed the last reason.
“You don’t need to order me,” she told him, adding another soft brush of her lips. “You don’t need to hide behind the Dom.”
Bastion gave her a wry twist of his lips. She was clearly misunderstanding something here. He flipped them both over.
“Kitten,” he said, thrusting into her hard. “I may have played up some expectations to my own advantage in the past.” He reached down between them and thumbed her clit. “But spanking your ass is definitely my kink.”
She came screaming his name, just how he preferred it.
17
Tess
The Room Love Made
Had that really happened?
Bastion was the most closed of her boyfriends. Yet, he’d proposed and declared his love to her in short order. After she had seen firsthand the reality of his circumstances, not the fairytale that everyone at school teased him about living with their jealousy-driven, jaded perspectives.
Then, he’d made love to her to reinforce his feelings.
He insisted upon her taking a long shower afterward, only joining her for a quick wash himself. She was left to ponder exactly what had happened in shocked repose.
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