He raises a brow.
“How many patents did I give up in exchange for that orgasm?”
He licks his lips, which are glossy with my essence. “None.”
My heart stops for a second. I smile, and he returns it. Just a small quirk beside his lips, a tiny parentheses, but it’s enough.
This doesn’t change anything, he’d told me. In that moment, we both know he’s wrong.
Seventeen
Present Day
Logan
She lies on the table, her body a delectable offering to a cruel god. Green jewels sparkle at the reddened tips of her breasts, the tan cleft of her ass.
She spent the day training her ass for me, stretching it until she crawled in here with a plug so large it pushes her ass cheeks apart. It’s got to be uncomfortable, but when I twist and tug on it, her pussy weeps. Her juices drench my hand. Needy little thing.
Needy enough not to want patents in exchange for what we just did. Is this just some new game? Another way for her to manipulate me?
I frown briefly even as her eyes smile sleepily at me. I drop my hand. “You should rest.”
“No,” her voice rings out. “You need to claim all of me.”
“You want me to fuck your ass?” My hand returns to the plug, pushing and pulling to make it stretch her back hole. My cock strains against my zipper.
“You promised.”
“I did no such thing.”
“You implied.” Her eyes flash indignation. I trained my ass all afternoon long...for this?
I pull on the butt plug, drawing it out of her. Her middle tenses and she sighs when I push it back in. Oh, she wants it all right. She’s not faking that.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warn. She doesn’t get to tease the beast without consequences. Which she well knows.
“I can take it.” She’s confident. Still, her eyes widen when I shuck off my jeans. My cock is thick and pulsing. I grab her right hand and bring it to my cock. Her slender fingers barely fit around my monster dick. Did she forget so soon how big I am?
I grit my teeth as she jacks me, and my toes curl into the stone floor. Fuck, her touch feels so good. I want to grab her and fuck her hard. To finally be inside her body again. Her eyes are so welcoming. Her skin flushed. Her pussy weeping its juices for me. My hips jut forward towards her hips, needing contact even as something else inside me clenches, holding back.
“Can you, Daphne? Take all of me?” My voice comes out harsh. Almost cruel.
Daphne’s not affected in the least. Eyes hooded, she only tries to reach for me with her left hand, but I pin it back in place.
Control. I have to stay in control.
I thread a hand in her hair and bring her to her knees before me.
“Suck me,” I bark. I widen my stance and my cock bobs in front of her face. “Make it good.”
She opens her mouth and swallows the head of my cock eagerly. Too eagerly. Halfway onto my dick, she chokes, her eyes watering. I loosen my grip, allowing her to control her own movements. She pulls off and gasps, but forces herself back onto my cock, gobbling me down like a starving woman at a feast. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, but keeps fighting to stay on.
“Oh, fuck, Daphne. Fuck me.” I cradle her face. Tears stream down her cheeks, a black river of mascara, but she doesn’t quit. Her hands massage my thighs.
“Look at me,” I order, and she does. Wide, green eyes, wet with tears but still hungry. Desperate with need and…desperate to please me, too. Fuck, what is she doing to me? Besides turning my world upside down. I want to push her. I want to punish her. I want to make love to her.
Her head bobs frantically and she gains another few centimeters with each pass. I hold her a moment on my dick and then let her back off to catch her breath.
“Back up. On the table. Hold yourself open and offer yourself to me.” I lost this war before it even began.
She scrambles up and kneels on the low table. Face down, hands on either ass cheek, tugging them apart. The butt plug fills her tiny hole. I draw it out and watch the stretched skin retract. My cock throbs so hard I almost black out. Fuck me.
I have to have her. Now. I grab a bottle of lube and slick up my cock. If I touch her beautiful golden skin too soon…
“Fuck me, Daphne,” I breathe as I line up my cock with her back hole. Her anus has shrunk without the plug, and I push inside before she tightens up even more. My entire body shutters with first contact and I’m glad she’s facing away from me and can’t see.
The head of my cock breaches the first tight ring of muscle. She wriggles a little, helping me work in further and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I almost lose my mind. Her channel squeezes me tight and all the blood rushes from my head to my dick. I steady myself, my hands huge on her tiny, tapered waist.
Every time I have my hands on her, it feels like the most natural thing on earth. In a world full of wrong, here, finally, is something right.
And then the terrible, wonderful thought strikes me: What if she’s real?
What if she’s really my girl? What if she really is the girl next door that I met all those years ago? That girl at the beach who walked out in the red bikini and scalded my eyes. The girl I could talk to for hours. The woman I gave her first kiss, her first orgasm, the only woman I’ve ever— What if she’s real? The innocent and the sex pot and the perfect and imperfect, all wrapped up together in the marvelous package laid before me, wanting me for nothing else other than me?
Her hair cascades down her back, slipping off when she tries to turn her head. What does she see? A monster, a giant beast impaling her on his impossibly big rod? I ease further inside her and fall forward, covering her body with mine. I’m wedged tight inside her, dying to fuck, but I want to feel her, gather her trembling form into my arms.
I kiss her between her shoulder blades but the smooth, false skin of my mask is still a barrier between us.
“Eyes front.” I tug on her hair to enforce the order. The thought that she might be my fantasy made reality is too much, but like a fool, I still want it. I’m also tempted by the vision, and with her body wrapped around me, I’m lost in her. Finally inside her again, I can’t bear any more barriers between us. Even if it makes me the biggest fool in the universe.
But when she’s facing forward again, I rip off the mask and toss it to the corner. Then I grasp her hips and slide her back onto my cock, making her groan as I conquer her ass. Her channel squeezes me so tightly I’m afraid my dick will snap off. I rock gently and lights flash in the corner of my eyes. The lube eases my entry, but in this moment, I just need to fuck her. I need to claim what’s mine. I want to hold on to possibility. And I want her to feel me so far into next week that she knows who her Master is.
My orgasm gathers in the base of my spine. She’s passive under me, grunting softly as I ream her ass. A perverse part of me loves that she’s uncomfortable. But I also want to make her cum. Watch her fall apart while I’m balls deep inside her ass. Make her love the depraved things I do to her body. Make her crave them. Make her crave me.
Next time, I’ll train her ass myself, and force her to cum only when the plug is wedged tight in her bowels. I want to do such filthy, wrong things to her and I want to make her love them.