An epic fucking explosion of overwhelming orgasmic bliss blasts through me, rocking my entire body.
And James moans, actually moans, as my pussy does exactly as he commanded it to do.
My walls relax then pulse and squeeze around his thick cock, milking the cum out of him.
“Oh fuck,” James cries over and over, his body grinding and rocking against mine as I’m flooded and filled with something hot and sticky.
Bound to him by the chains and my throes, I endure an agonizing pleasure that’s so good it nearly hurts for what feels like hours.
Only returning to my senses when he finally stops rocking against me.
The first thing I notice is my legs shaking uncontrollably.
The second is James’s eyes.
Still wide open. Still staring at me.
But they’re not filled with happiness this time.
Oh no, they’re filled with something that’s closer to awe.
As if he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
Panting heavily, trying to catch my breath and becoming aware of how raw my throat suddenly feels from all the screaming I did, I stare back at him, not comprehending.
“God, you’re beautiful,” James says, soft and husky.
Moving his arms, he slides my legs off his shoulders then grabs my face.
His thumbs stroke against my cheeks as his gaze drinks me in, then he dips his head and places the sweetest, most gentle kiss I’ve ever felt or experienced on my lips.
I open my eyes before he does when he pulls away, and see his still closed as if he’s still savoring the moment.
Then he groans, “God, I fucking—” before he stops.
Just stops.
I feel my soul straining towards him, waiting with bated breath for him to finish that sentence.
A sense of expectation humming inside me.
But he never finishes whatever he was going to say.
His eyes snapping open, I catch a glimpse of panic in their dark depths before he suddenly rears back and jerks his cock out of me.
Coming up to his knees, he grabs me by the hips and flips me over.
And I finally realize why he has the chains connected to the cuffs the way he does.
So they’ll twist and flip with me.
Not knowing or understanding what’s going on, I try to push up from the bed, only to have him stop me by shoving my face down into sheets.
“James!” I cry out as he grabs my hip again with one hand and yanks my ass into the air. “What the fuck?!”
“Be quiet, Sophia,” he warns as he rams his still-rock-hard cock inside me from behind. “I need to focus on knocking you up.”
12
James
The phone rings twice before Lucifer’s tired voice comes on the line. “What is it, James?” Simon is the only one who calls this early.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. Hang up your phone and don’t fucking answer when I call again or I’ll shoot your right ear off,” I snarl into the phone before pressing the disconnect button.
Redialing Lucifer’s phone, I wait through the unanswered rings until I hear his voicemail.
Blah, blah, blah. That’s all I hear as I feel my blood boiling with fucking rage and something I can’t identify.
Finally hearing the long-awaited beep, I snarl, “I fucking hate you.”
Whipping around to make sure Sophia doesn’t wake up, I move silently through the bedroom and out into the hall.
Only Mitzy notices my passing.
She’s the only one who hears me when I want to be silent.
“I’m going to fucking stab out your cursed blue eyes and skull-fuck the sockets. I won’t even use a fucking rubber when I do it. How fucking dare you, you fucking fuck!” I spit out and then make myself move even further away from the bedroom.
I really am trying to keep my voice down despite how loud it continues to grow.
“Do you fucking hear me, you cursed fuck? You goddamn whore of a goat and son of a mythical asshole! You just had to get all fucking personal. You just had to talk about kids and shit like that. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. No, you had to make sure I couldn’t control myself….”
Fucking dammit.
The damn voicemail cut off on me.
Dialing his phone again, I wait through the ringtones, then nearly vomit from my anger.
“I’m going to fucking shoot Johnathan. I’m going to put a hole through him the size of my goddamn BMW,” I snarl before pushing the disconnect button.
Panting heavily, I look around me and realize I’m in the basement. I don’t know when or how I got here, but I did. Checking the clock on my phone, I see that it’s precisely six-thirteen in the morning.
And I’m fucking awake.
My cock is so fucking hard and engorged, I could slam it through a steel wall.
Looking to the weight bench sitting near the wall, I feel the pull of pain. The pull of just focusing my body to one specific task. It’s a different need than the one I felt last night with Sophia.
A need to cause pain and suffering to myself.
Naked isn’t the best way to work out, but at this point I don’t really think anyone in the house will give a fuck.
Above me, I hear Mitzy’s claws lightly tapping across the kitchen floor, heading toward her water fountain. Then she taps down the basement stairs, moving at a slow pace. She’s not the fleetest of dogs when it comes to stairs because of her tiny body, but she doesn’t let them intimidate her. She comes to be with me no matter what.
“Time for some self-punishment, sweetie,” I say to Mitzy before yanking two fifty-pound dumbbells off the rack.
Time to punish my stupid fucking self for being stupid enough to risk Sophia getting pregnant with my child.
I’m not even really mad at Lucifer. He didn’t force my hand in last night’s so-called dream. He wasn’t sitting on my left shoulder, egging me on to do the things I did.
Despite all the vehemence and vitriol I spat at him, I’m the one to blame for this mess.
I’m the one who kissed her all those months back. I’m the one who fucking installed those chains on my bed after I met her. I didn’t even consciously do it. It was just one of those things I did subconsciously in preparation, I guess. Like the moving all my clothing to half the closet.
And I only noticed that when I went in there yesterday to find my suit.
Has this been destined all along? I have to question that. I can’t avoid it.
Had we met under different circumstances, would I have been so enthralled by her? Is all of this because I found someone I could actually protect? Someone I rescued from certain death who would be beholden to me?
Moving through each of the stations in the corner of the basement, I add more weight than I normally do. I want to hurt right now. I want to feel something that isn’t just confusion and that other fucking word I almost said to her last night.
What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me?
Even my cock is staring up at me with fucking confusion. It’s still the hardest it’s ever been in my life and yet I’m not doing anything with it. I’ve never worked out with an erection before, but just knowing Sophia is in my house, in my bed, has my cock dripping with precum.
Fuck. I’m like a Pavlovian dog.
One mention of Sophia and my dick’s drooling all over the place.