Her Shadows, His Secrets

“If I do that, I won’t get you at all?” she asks with a plea.

I shake my head. “Correct.”

“But I want you.”

“And I want you. I need you to see a different narrative of yourself, baby. You have to believe that every fucking part of you is the wettest of my wet dreams.”

“They will see what’s yours,” she tries to counter me.

“And after I’m done and I saw anyone watched you take cock like a good girl, I will pay them a little visit. How about that, baby?” I wait a pause or two, and she doesn’t say anything as she turns and resumes the position I put her in before I turned the light off. “That’s more like it.”

“I ache for you. I would do anything for you. Because I love you.” She sniffles.

“Baby, say the word, and I will stop,” I remind against her ear, massaging her ass and hips, the love handles she has—fuck, I love touching those.

“I don’t want to. Please. I just need you to fix me,” she cries.

I debate telling her she can do that on her own because she has it all inside her, but I decide to show her.

“All right. I’ll fuck you so good, make you come hard, but only if you play by the rules. You tell me the things you hate about your body—”

“That’s easy,” she inserts quickly.

That’s what she thinks.

“Here we go. Safe word?”

“Sirius.”

“Good girl.” With that, I spread her ass and watch myself slide into her pussy.

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh yes, you’re so big.”

I cease movement.

“No, please!”

“Follow the rules. First thing you hate.”

“My stomach. It makes me sick. I—I don’t fit into clothes like other women do.”

I spank her ass and reach around, touching her stomach. “Say it’s beautiful.”

“It would be a lie,” she says, and I stop. “No. Theo. I need you.”

“Clearly you don’t, since my opinions don’t matter. You keep telling me my lust for your body is a lie. So clearly, Hanna, you don’t care about my thoughts.”

She pauses, her hands closing into fists against the window. “You know that’s not true, baby.” She looks over her shoulder.

“Then say you love your stomach like I do. I love the way it feels in my hands, against my lips, and the way it looks in tight jeans and dresses.” I start to give her a little movement, rocking my hips, my cock sliding in and out.

“I love my stomach,” she moans.

“Good girl. What else?” I keep that same pace, and she whimpers.

“My thighs. They have so many markings.”

This sparks something in me. And it’s going to possibly make her run, but even if it does, I would hunt her down and make her mine again.

I pull out, and she cries, “Why did you stop? I was honest!”

I move to my jeans and find my pocket knife. Moving back to her, I turn her around and drop to my knees. Immediately, I take her slick swollen cunt into my mouth and suck, licking in between each pull. I even give her small bites here and there. I flip open the knife, and that’s when she sees what I have in my hand.

“Theo, what are you doing with that?”

“Giving you markings you will be able to look at and really love and admire.” And then I bring the knife to her inner thigh and slide it against the skin.

She screams out. “Ow! Theo! What are you doing?” She’s terrified yet aroused and still curious.

“You will wear my initials. You wanted my love. You got it. But that comes with something darker. I own you now.” The T is small, but the blood runs down her leg, and I catch it with my tongue, lapping it up and swallowing it. She gasps at the sight, and then I stand.

“Palm,” I order, and hesitantly, she slowly opens her palm, and I place the knife in her hand. “Your turn, puppet. Mark my body anywhere you want with an H.”

“You’re crazy,” she gasps.

“Yes. I am. I wasn’t lying when I told you I like control. And now I own you, and you own me. Mark me, Hanna,” I bite out, and she jolts. Moving, she looks me over, up and down, and I know already where she is going to pick. Her eyes end on the V at my hips, and she does the same thing—dropping to her knees and carving an H in the skin there.

It doesn’t hurt me, but the bite of the blade does make my cock twitch, and that doesn’t go unnoticed. She takes me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. I drop my head back and moan her name.

“Such a good girl.” My head falls forward, and my hand finds her hair. I use it, making her take my cock so deep. The blood drips and mingles with her saliva and my pre-cum. What a fucking sight. She works me over, and it’s not long before I slam her head down and let my cock gag her as I shoot my cum down her throat.