Her Shadows, His Secrets

“Please,” she begs for me to keep going and to stop, but her urges to continue are much greater.

“Talk about your body. Tell me what you see.” I slowly reach down and begin the lazy strokes against her clit, her cunt begging for more. She will get it… if she’s a good girl.

“I see a body,” she deflects, keeping her eyes on my hand between her thick, creamy thighs, her freshly shaved pussy looking delectable. I devoured it earlier, but I’m thirsty for more.

Later.

“No, what do you see?” I ask again, feeling her thighs quiver, letting me know she’s close to coming. I move my hand, placing it on the sink just beside hers.

Hanna whimpers. “You’re cruel,” she tells me.

“No. I’m in control, and I don’t like the games. Now tell me what you see.”

“A body.”

This time, it enrages me. She’s being a defiant brat, and I won’t tolerate it.

“Fine.” I reach between us then, using two fingers to separate her swollen lips, and my free hand slaps her pussy hard.

She screams, toppling over so her ass is now at the right angle for my cock. Without a warmup or warning, I grab her hips and thrust into her, slapping her ass as I bottom out.

“Say it.”

“No!” she screams, her face now pushed into the mirror as I slam into her without pause.

“Fucking tell me what you see!” I raise my voice and grit my teeth.

“I hate it! I hate the way I look! Okay?” she cries, her chest pounding with the sobs, and I stop my thrusts, watching her cry so hard she can’t control it.

“Good girl.” Pulling from her tight heat with great effort, I help move her so she’s now upright and facing me.

“Up.” I give her an order, and she continues to cry but knows she needs me. Needs the care that only I can supply. But little does she know I’m not done with her. She lifts one leg around my waist, and I lean to grab the other, leaving the bathroom with her slick cunt moving against my still hard cock. She drops her forehead to mine and cries, a little sound of pain and pleasure. “That feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” She nods, her forehead against mine, moving her hips as best she can to keep rubbing her clit along my shaft.

“Good, enjoy it for a second longer, because I’m going to punish you for saying such a foul thing about the body I worship. I’m going to fuck you like you don’t mean anything to me. Then you will know what it feels like to be hurt by something. The same way your words hurt me.” And then I tell her in Greek, “You cannot escape. You belong only to me.”

“What does that mean?” she cries, circling her hips and lazily draping her arms around my shoulders. When I tell her, she responds, “Oh God. I can’t do this anymore, Theo. It’s too much. Today, tonight, all the hours we’ve spent tonight at one another like we can’t get enough….”

“You will have had enough when I say you have.” I set her on her feet and turn her to face the window. Hanna braces herself with her hands against the glass, and I grab a fist of her hair to turn her head violently before pressing it to the cool surface.

“The neighbors could see you if I turned on the light,” I tease, and she hollers.

“Theo, no! Don’t you dare,” she warns.

A sinister smile overtakes my face, and as I step away from her, she turns. I move to the bedroom light and flip it on, exposing both our bodies to the night outside. And I don’t care who sees it. This will be the only time I will risk anyone seeing what belongs to me, but I need her to start seeing the worth in her body. Hanna can no longer hate herself. It just won’t be an option in my world. The world I’m going to create with her.

“Theo,” she warns again, and I stalk back to her, slowly stroking my cock at the sight of her entire body.

It reminds me of the first time I saw her. Those dents and winding curves made me hungry, and now I get to feast whenever I fucking want. “You have a word to end all of this.” I stop a few feet from her.

She eyes me over, brows furrowed. “Don’t.” She starts to cry, they tears falling, and I would comfort her, but if I do that, she will not take this seriously. That she deserves the same things in this world as any woman, including the desire of a man she believes could never want her. Hanna should have always felt like she fit in, had a seat at the table with all the women she saw as better than her. In fact, she should have been at the head of the table, because she is the sexiest of them all.