I smile at her. “I’m waiting.”
Her eyes narrow on me. “What are you waiting for?”
I sit back in the chair, sticking my right leg up and resting my ankle on my thigh. “I’ve not heard you beg yet.”
“You want me to beg you to fuck me?” she says, her lips curling up at the sides in an amused smile. “Not a fucking chance.”
I smile right back at her and shrug my shoulders. “You can either beg me to fuck you or you can beg me not to fuck you, but either way I’ll have you pleading for something. Gold star for you if we have tears.”
She smirks at me and then flips herself around on the bed so I catch a glimpse of her ass-cheeks and how shit a job my T-shirt is doing of hiding them. “Do you know how exhausting it is being chained to a bed all day? I think I’m just going to go to sleep. You can wank yourself off over there in your corner, don’t mind me.” She crosses her arms under her head and rests it on them, lowering her lashes. A smile plays on her lips and it’s sending me all sorts of crazy.
“Little princess, you’ll regret this,” I tell her, my tone a warning.
“Make me,” she says, her tone unconcerned.
I fucking intend to. I’m up off my chair a heartbeat later, unfastening the buttons on my jeans and kicking them off. I don’t think I’ve ever got naked quicker in my life. My arm goes around her stomach and I pull her hips up off the bed until she’s on her knees, her most intimate parts now on show and completely under my control. Her eyes fly open and that’s the last thing I see before I bend down and my mouth connects with her pussy.
Her whole body jerks and her hands come to my arm — which is wrapped around her stomach headlock style — but she’s not got a tenth of the strength that I have.
I don’t think she has half the determination either, because even though her nails are digging into me, she’s moaning into the bedsheets like my mouth is rearranging her insides. It’s not, of course, but I am eating her cunt like I’m a wolf and she’s the sexiest little lamb I ever did taste.
“Shaun… please,” she whimpers.
I come up for air temporarily. “Tell me stop,” I challenge her. “Make me.”
And then I’m back at it again, swirling my tongue over her clit and forcing it inside her. Back and forward, over and over until she starts shaking on the bed.
“Okay, stop,” she says through gritted teeth. I bite down on her thigh hard and she squeals. “Stop! Fucking stop.”
I drop her and she collapses back on the bed, but I don’t give her an inch. I flip her over pull my T-shirt up and over her head. I’m on her seconds later, pinning her down and spreading her legs with my knees.
“Was that you begging?” I ask her, running my lips along her jaw while she quivers under me.
She nods, then gives me a weak “Yes.”
I grin at her. “Good girl,” I murmur, giving her a peck on the lips. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”
She shakes her head at me and her eyes are heavy and filled with desire. It’s taking everything not to just stick my cock inside her right now, but I do want her to beg for it.
“So do it again,” I demand, holding my cock in my hand and rubbing it along her slit. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, lifting her hips up to meet me while she takes my cheeks in her hands and kisses me, again and again, all over my face. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can’t stand it.”
“How?” I tell her, sliding only the tip of my cock inside her and holding it there. This is harder for me than it is for her, guaranteed.
“Hard,” she says, kissing me properly this time. I kiss her right back. “Hard as fuck, please, Shaun.” She’s talking into my mouth and I don’t give a fuck. Her words are like verbal pleasure, making my cock practically groan and my heart race to get enough blood to it. She says my name while she moans and I think I might as well explode right there.
I slam into her and watch her eyes as she shuts them tightly while she adjusts to the size of me. Her legs clamp around me to stop me from moving, but she’s useless.
She’s powerless and we both know it.
“Look at me,” I tell her, as I force my cock all the way in, not giving her a single second before I start pumping into her, hard, just like she wanted. Like she needed. Like she begged for. “Look at me Lace,” I demand. Her eyes peek open and I’m inches away from her face. “I’m never letting you go. Do you understand?”
She nods and I kiss her, I take her tongue in my mouth and I fucking devour it. “You can walk away, and I’ll come right after you,” I say. She moans under her breath and her fists come up to her head, grabbing a hold of the covers and twisting them up in her hands. Like she’s begging the mattress for mercy, as if it’ll help her.
I fucking love this.
I love watching her face, while she’s lost inside her own version of madness and knowing I’m the one who’s putting her there. I want to break her and I want to be the one to put all the little pieces back together again. And I want to do it repeatedly, a thousand times until I’m the only person in this world who knows how to fix her.
I take her hands and slam them down above her head, stretching her out and devouring her neck with my mouth.
She twists and shakes under me, and I lie still for a bit while she tilts her hips up and does her thing, grinding against me, using my body like it’s the only thing that can give her what she’s craving. “You need to get used to this, princess, cause it’s not going anywhere. I will fuck you like this til the day I die,” I growl at her, biting down hard on her neck. She bucks against me and I feel her insides clench around my cock, practically fucking milking it, as an orgasm rips right through her.
The sight of her is almost enough to tip me right over the fucking edge too, and she drags me down with her as I slam into her a final time.
Relief washes over me and for a second I forget about everything wrong that’s going on outside. I forget about all the shit that I’ve done, that she’s done, that every other cunt has done and for a moment of bliss it’s just me and her.
The only two people in the world who matter.
I roll over because honestly, I’m not sure if she’s actually still breathing, but when I do, I take her with me and she lets out this peaceful little sigh that warms my cockles.
I curl her up beside me and wrap my arm around her, letting her leg fall over my stomach and her head rest on my chest. And then we just lie there, like that, neither of us feeling the need to break the silence. I stroke her hair and she rubs my chest, and before long her breathing turns peaceful and she drifts off to sleep.
Lying next to Lacey while she sleeps is like mental and physical torture.
She’s a fidgety little fuck and if she’s not wriggling her arse up against my cock, she’s kicking me in the shin.
I’m a bad sleeper at the best of times, always have been. I was that annoying child… didn’t matter how long my ma’ let me stay up late at night, I’d always ping awake at five in the morning ready for action like some sort of sick microwave-meal joke. I really hope I don’t get a kid like that, when the time comes.