Come To Me (Owned 3)

Supposedly it’s about the chick when you eat them out.

Not for me. That one’s pretty selfish. I like to watch her unravel, fall into my mouth, and wrap her legs tight around my neck. It was fucking power.

“The memory of your cunt wrapping around my cock nearly distracted me to death.” Lenny writhed, her small pants turning into groans. Her flesh was hot against my tongue. She moved beneath me. I probably could have held her firm, but fuck it felt too damn good. She was like a dancer underneath me and it was right and whole to be dancing the dance with her.

Her tiny movements ricocheted inside me. She was starting to lose herself, and that was the best feeling, because when she lost herself, she found me. When she writhed beneath me, she had no clue where she was moving. Still, she always came to me, because she needed to touch me, just like I needed to touch her. We were coming together again.

“I wondered if you were taking care of yourself like I take care of you,” I mumbled, sucking her skin. She went rigid, like a flash of steel. It was so quick I almost didn’t notice.

“Did you take care of yourself, Lenny?” I asked, moving my lips lower until I was just above her tit. She’d been warming to me, getting hot again, and I didn’t want anything to disrupt that. Pushing her shirt aside until it hung off her shoulder, I asked again, my lips hovering above the nipple. “Did you?”

“No.” She breathed.

“Why not?” She didn’t respond. I pressed my palm into her cunt and she groaned. “Tell me Lenny, why didn’t you touch yourself?” She still didn’t respond so I took my touch away. She moaned and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me back down. I smiled to myself; I was winning.

“Tell me why, Lenny,” I pressed.

“Because…” She took her lip between her teeth. I took my hand and pulled the lip out, holding it between my own fingers. Pink, swollen, and wet; gorgeous, too, like another pink, swollen, and wet thing I loved.

Letting it go, I said, “Don’t do that unless you want me to take that for myself.”

“I couldn’t touch myself, okay?” Lenny said, looking away. “If I did, I thought of you, and it was too hard.” Her words were like a stone to my chest. I’d been playing a game, trying to have fun, but I’d forgotten the pain I’d caused Lenny was real—real, visceral, and traumatizing.

I captured Lenny’s lips in my own and put my fingers between her pants. Just as I expected, she was warm and wanting. This was no longer about me, though. It wasn’t about winning or proving anything; it was about Lenny. It was about trying to heal some of the damage I’d caused.

“Seriously, when the fuck did you start wearing a belt?”

“If you don’t quiet that pretty, perfect fucking mouth of yours…” Oh hell. I leaned over, capturing the pink lips in my own. She bit back at me, rising up in the restraints and trying to pull me back down with her lips. I grinned, because she was the only one who had the power to command me, even all tied up.

“…it will be used to gag you,” I finished, looking at the work I’d done. She was tied up by the wrists to the headboard, completely fucking naked. Her pale legs were crossed, but I knew in a moment I would uncross them. They would open, because I had the power to open them. Her cheeks were flushed that gorgeous red color that only sex made. She was a little skinny, but not as skinny as before. Her tits were getting big again, ready to fit in my hand. For a minute I thought I was dreaming.

How the fuck had I gotten this lucky?

Not surviving death. Not surviving GEM or my shitty parents (x2) or any of that crap. None of it. But this goddamn goddess, tied up on my bed, fucking waiting for me with a smile on her face that I had put there.

“I dare you to gag me, Vic,” she said, laughing. A real laugh, not a hollow one, not a tormented one. “Just wait and see what happens.” And she was smart as hell, too.

I crawled across the bed and on top of her, but hovered, making sure we didn’t meet.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, rising up, trying to meet my body.

“I haven’t decided…” I grinned, loving how she writhed underneath, but still not allowing her t

o touch me.

“Oh yeah right. You plan everything out to a T—” I plunged my finger into her pussy, watching the words fall from her lips as her mouth formed an “O” and her eyes widened to match, then she slackened, utterly forming around my finger, waiting.

I remembered reading something about people who raise horses, that there are two kinds: the ones who breed them, and the ones who tame the wild ones. The ones who tame the wild ones can’t even imagine breeding them, because there’s a certain magic that’s lost.

I got that. Watching Lenny completely slack and cave to me was a high. I would never tame her—you can’t really tame a wild thing—but there were moments like this. Her wild words fell from her lips, her coiled body loosened, and she waited for me, her master, to give her her next command.

“Are you ready?” I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I’ve been thinking of those lips on my cock for too long. Do you want my cock in your mouth?” Lenny nodded frantically. “Good girl.” I backed up off the bed so I could pull my pants off and my shirt over my head.

“I wish you’d have let me do that…” Lenny bit her lip, eyes traveling down my body. I wouldn’t say I was ever an insecure person—that would require caring what people thought. Still, when I saw her eyes land on the still healing wound on my leg, I felt…something.