“God,” I groaned as he sunk his teeth into the strong cords of my neck, working his way with soft nips and firm bites to the junction of my neck and shoulder where he bit so hard and sucked so long it was pure exquisite agony. I knew he was marking me, that I’d wear his love and ownership inked in the bruise for days afterwards. It was a dangerous badge of possession I would wear with pride, that I fucking loved because he did it out of madness, not logical, not as he usually did.
In that way, it said he was as much mine as I was his.
His lips trailed down to my chest, where he kissed around my left nipple in smaller and smaller circles without hitting the target. I tangled my hands in his hair and forced his mouth to me.
I cried out when he grabbed my hand in one of his, the grip firm, his eyes their own reprimand as he said, “No. You do as I say or nothing at all. Hands behind your back or I’ll tie them there.”
I thought for one brief, giddy second of disobeying him and then did as I was told. The flash of admiration in his eyes as he took in my lifted breasts, my willing movement, was better than any act of willful disobedience.
“I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to show you mercy. You can beg, but I won’t be moved. I won’t slow or give you pause so you can catch your breath. As soon as I put my hands on your body, you are my instrument to play. And I’m tellin’ you right now, Harleigh Rose, I plan to play you all day long, until your strings are frayed and your tones are harsh as fuck coming outta that dirty mouth. Your pretty pink cunt is going to be swollen and weepin’ when I finally pull my fingers and cock out and even then, I’m warnin’ ya, I’ll be makin’ you sleep all night with one of my toys in your aching pussy so you feel me even in your dreams.”
God, that sounded like a dream.
“Fuck me,” I begged him.
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. Instead, he slid his grey sweats down his thighs, revealing his long, curved cock.
“You want this?” he taunted, wrapping his fist around it so he could jerk himself off.
“Yes, give it to me.”
“You think you can handle it?” he taunted, his eyes dark, feral.
“Try me,” I challenged.
Then his cock was at my pussy driving forward in one brutal, delicious thrust.
“Fuck!” I cried out as he pulled out then slammed back in, setting a brutal pace that set my tits jiggling and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Fuck me.”
One hand wrapped around my lower back to bring me close while the other arrowed up my chest to my throat where he squeezed.
“Take me,” Danner growled as he pounded into me, as he clenched his hand around my neck in time with the brutal strokes of his cock. “And come for me.”
Thirty seconds later, I did.
I exploded like shrapnel, pieces of myself flying in every direction, the explosion emanating from my wet pussy and travelling all the way through my body.
“Yeah,” Danner groaned into my neck as he finally let go of my throat and planted a kiss there. “Now take my cum.”
“Yes, Lion, give it to me.” I panted when I felt the first kick of his cock and the resulting warmth in my pussy.
He sighed when we were through, collecting me gently against him the way I’d seen him do with his guitar, gently, deferentially.
“How was that, Rosie? You were such a gorgeous good girl for me.”
I shivered at the praise, at the feeling of his cock still inside me, his hard-sweaty body against my own.
It was something I’d wanted for so long yet the reality was so much more beautiful than the fantasy. I could smell his earthy scent, taste the salt of him in my mouth and feel the warmth of him between my legs. I could feel how mine he was.
“Loved it,” I breathed then because it felt so fucking good to say, I added, “Love you.”
Danner leaned back to smile in my face at the same time a pounding knock sounded on the front door.
We froze for one long suspended moment, insects caught in amber.
Then the knocking came again, louder this time and accompanied by Grease’s voice calling, “Yo fuckhead, wake up and open the fuckin’ door it’s hot as a stripper’s tits out here.”
We jerked into action simultaneously. Danner reached for a knife lying on the counter and made quick work of cutting me from the zip ties before we dashed apart to pull on our clothes.
“Linen closet,” he mouthed at me before calling out, “Yeah, yeah hold onto your panties, I’m comin’.”