“You want me to fuck you hard? Fast? Filthy?” His mouth hovers over mine, and then he nips my lips, kissing me once. “You want it like that?”
“Yes, more than anything. I want to be your filthy slut.”
“My filthy slut?”
I’m soaked as I thrust my hips, begging for some sort of friction to relieve the ache. “Yes, only yours,” I whisper as he pushes a finger deep inside.
“That’s right. Only I can fuck this little pussy of yours. No one else will ever give it to you as good as me.”
“I know,” I tell him, wondering why he wants to punish me by sending me away.
The air sizzles around us, and he plunges another finger inside me, working my clit with the heel of his hand. “Fuck my hand,” he tells me. “I’ll never be able to get enough of my little slut.”
I try not to think about the future. Only now. Only right here in this bathroom, as he fucks me with his powerful hand. His rough hand that works me over, giving my body life.
“I’m so close,” I tell him.
“I know how close you are. I know this body. I own this body. You’re mine, Allison. You’re my whore,” he tells me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my head falling back against the mirror.
“Then fuck me like it,” I tell him, wanting it all. “Don’t hold back.”
I want to feel it all. All the pleasure. And all the pain. All of him.
Twenty-Three
Draven
* * *
Allison doesn’t know what she’s asking for when she begs me not to hold back. It’s not like I’ve really held back anything before now, but just her words… Damn, they have my cock so fucking hard.
Having her play like she’s my slut turns me on, but I’d never think of her that way.
She’s not a slut. She’s my queen who needs to be fucked hard and good before she returns to her normal life.
I need this right fucking now. I need to not think of a nation ready to wage war against me as I take Allison’s body and bend it to my will.
“Don’t be gentle. I want it to hurt,” she tells me, and I lean my forehead against hers.
“I will never hurt you, Allison. Fuck,” I say, feeling the walls of her pussy grip my fingers. “That’s right, baby. Come for your master. Come for me, you dirty slut.”
She moans long and hard, and I place a hand over her mouth as she grows louder.
“No,” I stare into her crystal blue eyes. “Your sounds when I’m making you come are only for me to hear, no one else. Understood?”
She nods, her body arching as she comes on my fingers. She’s the most beautiful creature when her release slams into her.
I watch her, fascinated by the flush on her cheeks, the way she bites her lip. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come just for me.”
I unzip my pants, pulling my steel cock out, stroking the thickness. “That’s right, baby. You want to be a slut, then I’ll fuck you like one.”
“Do it,” she urges, her voice raw with desire.
I rub the head of my dick through her wetness, and she shudders at the contact, damn near bringing me to my demise.
Fuck, this woman.
She thinks I own her, but does she know that she completely owns my fucking soul?