I am fucking furious. My throat burns, and I feel myself softening inside her.
She remains deadly still on top of me, the headboard in ruins around us and the restraints still attached to my wrists, now slick with blood from where I pulled on them. The pain, I didn’t care about.
I sit up slowly, banding an arm around her waist to keep her in my lap. She breathes hard, skin slick with sweat, her pussy wet around my cock. I needed a few minutes, but she’d be punished for that little game.
“Hunter,” she breathes, voice shaking.
“You want to play, Snow,” I scrap my teeth over her collarbone, “You think you can take it?”
She curls her fingers against my shoulders, nails biting.
“How brave you’ve become,” I kiss her mouth, “I’m not sure you realize what you’ve done.”
“I thought you liked it,” she licks the seam of my mouth, grinding down, still needy and wet for me.
I growl against her lips, “Oh, I did. But that wasn’t what I had planned, my Isobel.”
She kisses me hard, pushing her tongue between my lips as her hands slide into my hair. I flip us, breaking the kiss to kneel between her legs. I seep onto her thighs, her cunt slick with me. I run my finger through it, smearing it into her. “Marking you like this, having me in you, on you,” I groan, “It’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Hunter,” she whispers, arching her spine, pushing her breasts towards the ceiling. I insert a finger, feeling her slick inner walls, coated with me, still throbbing from her need.
“Mm,” I approve, “You dripping for me is how I always want you, Snow, so fucking hot for me that you can barely see straight.” I add a second finger and then a third, fucking her with my hand. “You want to feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she begs, “Please, Hunter.”
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
I press my mouth to her pussy, tasting her arousal and myself on her, letting it sit on my tongue before I swallow it down. She was a delicacy, one to be worshipped and savored.
“That feels good,” she tells me, “More.”
I pump my hand, fucking her, hearing the wetness as I bring out my fingers and push them back in, curling just enough to tease at that sweet spot inside. I flick her clit with my tongue, scraping my teeth across the bundle of nerves before sucking it into my mouth. Her hips roll against my face, searching for her climax.
“This is only for what you gave me,” I tell her, “When this is done, no more games, you will be mine, do you understand? I will do whatever the fuck I want with you.”
She grips my hair, “Don’t stop, Hunter. I understand.”
“Good girl,” I rumble against her, pushing my fingers, pumping in hard and fast. I dive right back in, loving at her cunt like it was my last meal. Her hips levitate from the bed as her orgasm hits her and she convulses around my fingers. Her cry is like music. “So pretty how you sing,” I praise once she’s finished and limp on the bed.
“You broke your bed,” she whispers contently.
“That was your fault.”
She frowns and then grins, “I’ll take it.”
I crawl towards her, pushing the chains and bits of wood out of the way, “Do you believe we’re done here?”
She frowns, twisting her head towards me. Her breathing is settled, her limbs limp but me, I can feel my need for her growing with each second that passes, that urge that has driven me for three years stirring hot and wild once more. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be satiated enough.
My cock jerks, growing stiff as I slide my hand up her thigh. She lets out a long breath, “I believe it time for payback, my Isobel, are you ready?”
“I don’t think I can,” she murmurs against my lips as I kiss her.
I smile against her, “you’re going to take it, Snow. Everything I have to give, you’ll take.”
“Hunter,” she flinches when I slide my hand between her legs, muscles bunching.
“You know you’ll be a good girl, Snow, you always are, and I’m a man of my word.”
I slide my finger through her pussy, gently and slowly, watching as her muscles relax and her legs widen.
“That’s it.”
Her lips part on a soft exhale as I insert a finger, gently working her back up. “Do you want to know how I’ll have you?” I ask, leaning down to press butterfly kisses on her stomach. I taste the sweat on her skin as I lick my way up across the ridges of her rib cage and follow the underside of her breast. I take a nipple between my teeth, rolling the stiff peak in my mouth. She arches into me the harder I suck on her, feeling each breath she takes as if it’s my own.
She becomes wetter with each stroke of my fingers, and her breathing becomes harder with each lick. She would always be ready for me.
“You see, Snow?” I rumble against the soft mound of her breast, “Your body knows what it needs.”
I feel her throb against my hand.
“You and your pretty cunt will always need me, do you understand?” I impale her on my fingers, capturing her gasp with my mouth.
Removing myself from her, I grab her hips and spin her on the mattress, pulling her up so her ass is in the air, and I can get good look at her from behind. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, all the pretty pink flesh begging to be fucked.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I slide in slowly, feeling that tight heat envelope my dick with each inch I sink in. She stretches for me as I fill, fingers curling and teeth biting the sheets to stop her cries.
I still when I’m fully seated inside. Our bodies join like two puzzle pieces, forever destined to just be. I watch as I slide out and then back in, reveling in the way her arousal coats my cock. It was sheer perfection.
She whimpers when my hand slides through the crack of her ass, a single finger teasing at the hole there. There’s no stifling the cry this time when I slide a finger inside, her muscles tensing around the digit.
I chuckle, “Greedy girl, you’d take anything here, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh God,” She moans as I fuck her with a finger and my cock. Keeping it slow, steady.
“That’s right, I am your God.” I pound my hips forward, shoving her body up the bed. I drive into her until I’m overpowered by the urge to own her, mark her, fuck her until she can’t remember or feel anything but me. Taking my finger from her, I grab her waist, pulling her back against me at the same time I piston my hips forward, slamming her ass against me with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” She chants.
“That feel good baby?” I say through gritted teeth.
She replies with a groan.
“Touch yourself, Snow,” I order, “Play with that pretty clit for me.”
She does as she is told, slipping her hand between her legs to rub her clit. I thrust deep and hard. “You’re going to come for me,” I tell her.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I rasp.
I piston, harder and harder until I can start to feel her tightening, the walls of her cunt spasming around me. Her cries get louder, the fingers not playing with herself curling tightly into the sheets beneath her. “Come on, Snow, sing for me.”
I move my hand back to her ass, slipping back inside.
Her climax is instant, her pussy clamps around my dick and she cries out, her moans loud and like music. “Fuck that feels good, you coming all over my cock.” I continue fucking her through her orgasm, dragging it out until she finally stops spasming. Her body slackens beneath me and gently I coax her down, slipping from her to turn her onto her back.
She stares up at me, her blue eyes lit from within. It’s the liveliest I’ve seen her look since she turned up and that makes me pause. I cup her face as I slip back inside, capturing her sigh as I fill her and taste it on my tongue. She kisses me back slowly, a languid stroke of tongues as my hips move, pushing in and out, feeling every inch of her. Every part of my body touches hers, hands caressing, lips moving. I feel the cresting of my orgasm, feel my spine tingle and balls draw up tight.
“Can you come for me again, Snow?” I whisper on her lips, “I want to feel you.”
“Hunter,” she whispers, rolling her head to the side to let me nuzzle her neck, and I increase the pace of my hips, rolling so my pelvic bone grinds up against her sensitive clit. She mewls, lifting her hips an inch to add more pressure.
“Snow,” I chant, “My Isobel.”
With her lips swollen from my kiss, and her dark tresses disheveled she’s an absolute vision, and I get to see the moment her climax shatters through her. There was so much beauty in this woman. I follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside her, muscles bunching, my groans loud in the quiet of our room.
I was never going to get enough, and I’d never let her go again.