How my legs carry me I don’t know, I barely feel them. But they do as I follow Hunter towards the stairs, and then up them, dazed by the aftershocks of the absolutely mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.
I was greedy, so ready for more. More of that, more of him. More of his promises and his darkness, more of everything.
He wanted my heart, he wanted my soul and right now, he could have it. He could have it all. He could have me.
I was dripping for him, so wet and aching, it physically hurt.
When we get to the room, I pause.
“We’re not going to your room?” A small part of me reveals itself, a part of me still thinking I’m not worthy of any of this, when I know that’s not true.
He throws a grin over his shoulder, “This is my room and you’ve always belonged here.”
A lump gets lodged in my throat.
Gently, he coaxes me inside, stepping up to run his nose down the side of my face and then along my jaw before he drops to my neck and bites. He bites hard and my fingers instinctively dig into his arms, wanting to push him off.
“Oh no,” he licks the pain, “I will mark every inch of you, Snow, everyone will know you belong to me.” The skin throbs from the bite and I know it’ll bruise, just as he plans. His hands follow the curve of my body before he hooks his fingers under the hem of the t-shirt and drags it off, leaving me completely bare for him. He takes a step back.
“Look at you,” he praises.
I take a step back, one, two until my knees hit the bed and I sit, the chains that had once restrained me clanging as the mattress moves with my weight.
He tracks me the entire time, a predator seeking its prey and right now that was me. He looked at me as if to devour me whole, to have every single part of me in him, on him and I would let him. My chest heaves with each breath, the anticipation of finally getting him again making it hard to breathe.
I knew how he felt, what he could do, and the thoughts make my thighs ache, my pussy throb.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Isobel. I’m going to make you scream, you always did sing pretty.”
Fuck.
“You want me to do that?” He approaches slowly, “You want me to make you come so many times you won’t be able to take anymore? Because that’s what I’m going to do. When I’m finished you’ll be feeling me for days, and when you no longer can, I’m going to do it again. And again. I will never leave you, Snow.”
He stops in front of me and reaches down to curl a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I have to stare directly into his eyes. His thumb tracks my bottom lip before he pushes my mouth open and forces his thumb inside, “But first, you’re going to suck my cock, I want to feel you choke on my dick while I fuck your pretty little throat.”
I nod.
“Good girl, Snow.” He shoves his sweats down, freeing his cock. The shiny head is right at my mouth and leaning forward, I run my tongue up the seam. He jerks. I grin.
“Don’t tease, Snow,” he growls.
I wrap my lips around the tip of him, the salty taste of him on my tongue making me groan before wrapping my hand around the base to give it a squeeze. I bob my head, taking in only half of him, my hand getting the part of him I don’t touch. My tongue swirls as I suck him into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he slowly rolls his hips, pushing himself further, “Like that, Snow. Just like that.”
His praise sends a flood of arousal through me, making me wetter and more desperate to please. I move my hand out the way and take him all the way in, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.
“Mm,” he groans, hand coming up to rest on the back of my head, keeping me where I am. I breathe through my nose but it’s hard and only when the panic starts to set in does he let me go. I resume sucking him, his salty precum coats my tongue and I increase my pace, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” He grips my hair, pulling enough for it to sting, “I’m going to fuck your throat, Snow.” I hum around him and something snaps. He turns feral, his hips pumping hard into my mouth, each thrust hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him, eyes streaming but fuck, I’m so turned on. I let him fuck my face hard while I dip my hand between my legs, circling my clit.
“Jesus fuck, Snow,” Hunter rasps, “Fuck yes, get yourself ready for me.”
Pleasure makes all my muscles coil tight, I circle my already sensitive clit while he fucks my mouth hard, my cheeks wet.
He suddenly rips himself from me, throws off his pants and pushes me down onto the bed. “I’ve waited three years for this, I have watched,” he kisses the side of my mouth and wipes away the tears on my cheeks, “I’ve watched you and not been able to touch you.”
I spread my legs, inviting him in, he doesn’t hesitate.
He rams his hips forward, slamming into me hard and unforgiving. I scream at the intrusion, at the sensation of him filling and stretching me, penetrating so deep I feel him everywhere. He groans and rams forward again, and again, rattling my bones. I can’t do anything but feel him, feel his desperation and longing.
“I own you,” he growls, rising to his knees and yanking my hips up, keeping himself buried inside, “I fucking own you, Snow, you are mine!”
“Yes,” I hiss, my eyes rolling back. His hand comes around my throat, squeezing.
“You feel so good, baby, so hot and tight on my cock. You had always been made for me.”
My skin is on fire, my pussy clenching around him. He pistons his hips as he moves his hands down my body, cupping my breasts in each one and squeezing hard. The edge between pleasure and pain becomes blurred, the sensation of it like wildfire inside of me.
Everything between us was made up of treachery and lies but this, us, where we joined, it was the only thing that was right. It was basic instinct, primal urge and need to own each other, to punish and please, to anger and soothe. We were built for each other, even on the foundation of betrayal. It was only ever him. I hated to love him.
He was a monster.
But he was mine.
“Mm, give yourself to me, baby,” he rasps, “I see it, I see you wanting to. Just give in.”
With strength I didn’t even realize I had, I push him off. He lands on his back, and I make quick to straddle his hips, sinking down on to him. He goes deeper and my eyes roll back, thighs tensing.
“You take me so well.”
I grind, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone, the course hair rubbing against me. His fingers bruise my thighs and the muscles in his neck strain against the tension. I smile and still myself on top of him, reaching down I pry his hands off me and move them up and over his head. He lets me. I secure the first restraint around his wrist and then the second. He never takes his eyes off me, his nostrils flaring as he watches.
He curls his hands around the chains as I rise and sink back onto him.
“This is what it was like,” I breathe, moving torturously slow when I know he wants me to fuck him and take him, “Torture. Torture that you were so close, but I was so busy hating you I ignored this need.”
The chains rattle.
He lifts his hips as if to force me, but I just adjust and keep that slow euphoric grind.
It feels so fucking good to feel him sliding in and out of me, to have that control. His cock jerks, “Baby, please,” He rasps.
“I own you,” I repeat his earlier words.
“Yes.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
I claw my nails down his chest and hard abs, leaving red scratches. His eyes close, blowing out a breath and I know he likes the pain. “You want it to hurt?”
He growls his approval.
“I’m going to make you come, Hunter,” I place both hands around his throat.
His eyes blaze as he stares at me, his need to dominate me fighting his desire for me to do the same thing. I fuck him, rolling and grinding my hips without rhythm. The loud rattle of the chains is like music, and he thrashes, trying to free himself. I squeeze harder, almost cutting off airflow. He breathes out hard.
I smile, “You like it. I can feel your cock jerking inside me. You want to come?”
“Isobel,” he growls his warning, throat moving under my palms, and the thrill shoots straight to my clit. Playing with him like this, keeping him at that edge, it was a dangerous game.
I press hard onto his throat, cutting off his air, the chains pull tight as he struggles and then I fucking ride him. I move hard and fast. My thigh muscles burn with the exertion, but his cock saws in and out of me. The restraints around his wrists begin to bite into his skin, marking and cutting it until blood runs rivers around his hands, but I hear the headboard begin to creak as if the strength in which he pulls it is enough to break through where the chains are attached.
I can feel his cock swelling, he was close.
He wraps his hands around the chains once more. He was going to get out. Shit.
“Come for me,” I rasp, out of breath and let go of his throat. He sucks in a large lungful of air and then roars as he comes, pulling so tight on those restraints they finally break through the headboard with a loud crack. His hands slam down on my thighs as he holds me still, his climax making all his muscles tense and strain. He fills me, cock jerking wildly and only once he’s done, does he open his eyes and stare right at me, a fire burning within.
His fingers dig into my thighs, and I suck in a breath, hissing with the pain, “You shouldn’t have done that.”