“So fucking greedy, Andy. You want one taste, then one touch, and then more. Fuck. When will you stop taking?”
His words were acidic and dangerous, a warning that he had no control over his emotions right now. Wedging a thigh between mine, he separated me. He used it to rub against my swollen flesh, making me cry out as the sensations built.
Hot and heavy, his mouth came onto the tattoo he’d given me a week ago. “Mine,” he growled, kissing it, laving at it, nipping it after. I cried, a whimper escaping me as the pain hit me between my thighs. His aggression was wanted, hell, it was desired.
I yearned for this. The pain, the pleasure, the unhinged way he didn’t stop even to breathe. His mouth moved up me, nipping at my flesh.
“More,” I whimpered, hoping he’d give me more. Now that he’d touched me, I felt at a loss. I couldn’t grasp the reality of our skin touching, let alone him doing the touching. I stayed with my arms at my sides, not grabbing him like I wanted.
He needed this.
Total control.
His mouth moved to my throat, and when his breath had me shivering, I felt his smirk against my skin. “Will you be my little whore again, Andy?” I nodded immediately. “Will you be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself while I fuck your tight hole?”
A literal groan left me with his crass words. Who knew I had a degradation and praise kink mixed into one? His words made me hot with shame and also made me want to grant him access to every part of me.
“Please, please, please,” I begged, unable to stabilize my vision enough to see him. Water pelted us and the fact that it hadn’t run cold yet was as shocking as anything else.
His thigh rutted against my core, tapping my clit with each movement. “I’ll be good,” I promised, my voice a barely-there whisper.
He let my throat go and lowered his palm to my hips. Without warning, he turned me. His cock hovered over my ass cheeks, the tip barely pressing against me.
Sliding up and down, he teased himself. “Fuck, I need to take it slow.”
“No,” I barely bit out, wanting him inside me. I’ve waited for this since I sucked him down my throat, wanting what I couldn’t have. Fuck the consequences.
“Greedy, greedy,” he rasped, his dick gliding up and down the crease of my ass. He slid it between my cheeks, using me as his own personal vise. “If your ass feels this perfect,” he growled, a resounding slap hitting my ass. I moaned, pressing into his hardness. “Then your cunt is going to feel like my death.”
He jutted his hips, thrusting between my cheeks, sliding up and down as the water pelted us both. “So fucking good, little demon.” He groaned in my ear as his pace picked up.
“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “Just once. One little thrust.” I tried convincing him with my words. “You can stop after one.” I’d basically whimpered like a whore needing a dick fix.
“One thrust isn’t enough,” he hissed, capturing my throat, pressing my tits against the shower. “Once I fuck into you, Andy, I’ll never stop. Your cunt will be my favorite toy and I’ll want to escape into it every fucking day.” It came out bitter, like he was angry at the audacity of me being everything he wanted.
“Once I fuck you, sticking my cock so far inside that you’ll cry, you’re mine. I swear to all that’s fucking holy, I’ll kill any fucker who touches you. Do you know that? What I’d do for you? I’d tear them apart, bathe in their fucking blood, and then fuck you in it.”
I cried out, getting far too desperate for his anger. “Yes, yours.”
He twisted me, holding my throat once more, his thumb digging into me. “I don’t think you understand.” Lifting me with his other hand, he held me above him, not entering me. He hovered his cock, a tease, a fucking promise. Then he let me down an inch, barely breaching my pussy. “Your cunt is mine, little demon. Every orgasm, every drip of that sweet nectar. Mine. You throb for me, you fuck for me, you keen for me. You are mine in every sense and I will fuck you completely. Make you mine in every way that matters.”
His words had me moving, breaking his rule. But he didn’t stop me. He allowed it as he bore holes into my eyes, waiting.
“I am yours, Madden. Have been since you tongue-fucked me at that party,” I admitted, thinking of that moment. It killed me.
“You were mine long before then,” he muttered, leaning against my jaw. He dragged his nose across me, in such a distinct way. “It was my fifteenth birthday. You were dating Tyler.”
I tried thinking back to that day. To Tyler and I dating. I realized it was six months or so into it. He wanted to fuck me for the first time.
My eyes widened and Madden stared at me with purpose. “Yes, little demon. That party.”
Dox and Harley had Madden stay over because they had a last-minute flight to Canada planned. Their label wanted to discuss a huge merger.
He came over and was disappointed about his birthday being a fucking waste. I decided right then and there that I’d make it worth it.
I’d fix it.
Tyler was mad, but I went to the party store and bought a ton of shit. I decorated the house while Royce took Madden to get some soda and beer.
Royce wasn’t the Antichrist, but he did buy us alcohol way too young. When Madden came back, I had everything set up. His eyes met mine and there was a bit of love there. Not in the familial sense either.
“I remembered the dude invited all his fucking friends,” he grumbled. “It was perfect, though. You put your entire day aside for me.”
“Until that night,” I admitted. Tyler was adamant. He wanted to take my virginity and I was seventeen, only ever had been with guys for non-sex.
He nodded. “I heard him begging to fuck you,” he admitted, anger in his gaze. He sank inside me another inch to show the level of anger he was feeling. “And when you finally gave in, I followed you.”
“We went to the laundry room,” I confirmed. “The door was open and he wasn’t being nice.”
“No he fucking wasn’t,” Madden grumbled. “I remember him placing you on top of that dryer, his hands on your bare thighs. There were bruises.”
“He was an asshole.”
Madden nodded again. “He lifted your skirt and I looked at your cotton panties with appreciation.”
“Such a little perv,” I noted, smiling at the way his face darkened.
“He unzipped and actually pulled out a condom, I was shocked,” Madden detailed the situation. “You didn’t see me, but when he muffled your scream on your first breach, I wanted to kill him.”
My eyes widened, thinking of the moment I tried forgetting. The virginity Tylerstole with jealous thrusts. He didn’t know Madden was my nephew, but he was jealous I went all out for him.
“He kept fucking you and I wanted to rip him off you and take you myself, fucking into you slowly like you deserved and then licking your pretty little cunt, blood and everything, showing you how good it could feel.”
“You were fifteen,” I said, unsure of how he’d been wanting that kind of stuff so young.
“My dad got me to fuck an escort when I was twelve,” he shrugged, his eyes darker than before. “I knew what I wanted and what I liked. And both were you.”