Each jarring thrust into her hot, swollen folds sent her closer to the eventual edge of her reality. She whimpered from the invasive nature of this primal claiming. There was no love here, just pure sex. Total domination and the surrender of her mind to her body’s needs. He grabbed her hips and each time he plunged into her he grunted.
Her breasts crashed against the countertop of the sink. All she could do was hang on as her legs buckled, trying in vain to hold the weight of her body.
He reached over and turned the faucet on, splashing water onto Claudia’s back and shirt. He pulled the wet fabric up and raked his fingers down her back to her waist. The water soothed the fire from his hands as they stretched and grazed her tender flesh.
“Turn around. I want to see your face when I fuck you.” His words cut to her soul. There was nothing except the blunt honesty of his intentions. He pulled his cock out, freeing her.
Claudia struggled to turn. She ended up on the cold, wet counter in the bathroom, her back against the mirror. “Why are you doing this to me again?”
He pulled his belt free of the tight leather pants that hung open then grabbed her by the wrists. His thick arousal glistened with her juices. He began to wrap her hands together and with a hard pull, he bound her wrists tightly with the belt.
“You know why. You want me to. You always want me to. That’s why you held me captive and a slave to your darkest, kinkiest wants.” Again he spoke the truth.
Claudia gasped as he pulled her bound hands high and tied the other end of the binding to the light fixture. Her body was now exposed, wantonly defenseless.
“You took the medallion from me. We had an agreement. I gave it to you until it was time for me to go. We talked about my leaving last night then you hid it from me. It belongs to me and I want it back.” His words were sharp, crystal clear. This was the price she would pay.
With her arms stretched skyward, she realized her breasts were an invitation to his hands. He kneaded her full globes of flesh through her blouse. The nipples were erect and sensitive to the thumbs toying with them. “You knew who I was when you dreamed, when you called me to come to you.”
She opened her legs wider and struggled to move her torso to meet his. The memories of her fantasies only deepened her need to feel him.
With a low growl, he grasped at Claudia’s shirt and ripped it open. The buttons fell across the counter and her heart raced with her quick breaths, terrified and excited.
He reached down and grabbed his cock, still swollen and slick. Teasing her, he tapped the wide head against the wet folds of her pussy. He pressed the end to the pink opening of her sex, letting it spread her inner lips apart.
Claudia groaned, wanting to feel it inside her again. She tried to move lower but couldn’t. Her bindings were stretched and making her arms hurt.
She looked up at his face. That dark, beautifully handsome face.
He stared at her body like an animal about to devour its prey.
“What? Just tell me. What the fuck are you planning to do to me?” She was becoming desperate.
Looking up at Claudia’s face through the dark strands of his hair, he said, “I told you. Since you took something sacred from me, I will take all of you as my captive. You will be mine.” He licked his lips with his long, thick tongue and gazed back down upon Claudia’s bare pussy.
“I could fuck you every night and never grow weary of you.”
Leaning forward, he kissed Claudia’s mouth. It was a surprising kiss, soft and gentle.
She kissed him back, accepting his tongue into her mouth. The sweet, hot taste of him was like a drug she had become addicted to. As his tongue entered her mouth, his cock began to enter her wet pussy.
This was nothing like what she’d expected from him. She couldn’t hold him because she was bound but her entire body felt encased by his kiss. His hands pulled upward along her sides until he cupped her breasts in his palms. This was a sensual possession instead of the ferocious domination she had become accustomed to and expected. His huge cock kept sinking deeper and deeper, each inch filling her to the point of explosion.
Her wrists ached from his weight leaning onto her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him bury his cock even further, until his pelvis hit her body.
A cold brush of air surrounded the two of them.
Pulling back, he stared at Claudia and she saw his eyes redden like the lava of a volcano. “I just want the medallion back. It’s all I have left to remember who I am. It calls to me and I could just take it, but I want you to give it back willingly. You understood that our time together was purely physical. This is who I am.”
The swirl of coldness encased both Claudia and the man. As he began to pull his cock from its depth inside her, Claudia felt her body convulsing in orgasmic waves. Over and over she came. Her body started to thrash and her head fell backward, hanging loosely. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure and overcome with her body’s loss of energy.
“I just couldn’t bear sharing you. You belong to me and made me see the woman I could be. I couldn’t bear giving you away to another.” She began to cry as a myriad of emotions—both sadness and pleasure— swelled within her. “Nobody knows about you or the medallion. It’s in my purse. Nobody knows…nobody except Alyson.”
“I’ve never lied to you, Claudia. Are you telling me the truth?” His tone rang deep and rough.
As he pulled away from her heat even more, the cold swirl built into a small tornado. Looking between them, she saw his cock thicken and throb as it withdrew. Each inch he pulled back, she fought him, fought with the walls of her inner sheath, gripping him, not wanting to let him go.
“Yes. I know you’re here because I asked you to be with me.” Her breathing was labored and she felt weak. “I hope you find her. I wish I were her…” Claudia struggled to hold on to her consciousness but finally she surrendered.