“Playing or not, you are still hiding things from me. You should have told me about your plan. You should have told me your plan, so I could have told you no.”
“So you could have told me no?” She stares at me like she can’t believe what I just said.
“You heard me. You are mine, and it’s my job to protect you. If I think you are doing something stupid, I’ll not allow it.”
“You can’t control me!” Her words slam into me like a roundhouse kick to the chest, and something deep inside of me snaps. I take a step toward her, crowding her personal space. I raise my hand and wrap my fingers around her throat. I don’t squeeze hard enough to make it difficult for her to breathe, but I tighten my grip to let her know who is in charge.
“Oh, Dove, how wrong you are,” I say in a low, threatening voice. “I can control you, and I think it’s time that I remind you of that. Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. I can feel her delicate throat work as she swallows hard before her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
Just when I think she is not going to do it, she reaches from the hem of her sweater and starts pulling it up. I release her so she can pull it off all the way. She drops it on the floor next to her and continues taking her clothes off one by one.
By the time she is naked, she steps past me and toward the bed. She climbs on the mattress, giving me a perfect view of her already glistening pussy nestled between her creamy thighs. She is turned on by this. My Dove might seek her independence in her life, but in the bedroom, she likes when I command her. She likes me controlling her.
“Stay on your hands and knees,” I order as I make quick work of my own clothes.
Completely naked, I climb on the bed behind her. My heavy balls and my hard as steel cock, swaying between my legs with each move.
Positioning myself between her legs, I hold onto her hip with one hand and guide my cock to her entrance with the other. As soon as my swollen mushroom head enters her tight channel, I let loose. I sink all the way into her in one hard thrust.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard and fast, without mercy. The sound of my groans and her pleasured cries fill the room. We are so loud; I wouldn’t be surprised if Matteo hears us. Good, let him.
“That’s it. Moan so loudly the whole house can hear you. Let them know whose pussy this is. Let them know how hard I fuck you and how much you like it. Let everybody hear what a slut you are for me.” At my dirty words, her pussy tightens, and more moisture builds between us.
“Zane,” she moans my name, and I fuck her even harder, digging my fingers into her flesh as I hold onto her, wanting and needing to bruise her.
“You’re mine, Dove. I do own you. I own every part of you, and I’m going to use you however I want, remember?”
“Yes,” she whimpers in between thrusts. “Yes… use me. I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
“That’s right,” I growl. “You take my cock, however, and whenever, I want you to.”
Letting go of her hip with one hand, I move my hand to her ass and start massaging her puckered asshole with my thumb while I keep fucking her. She moans in response, letting her upper body fall onto the mattress so her ass is even further open for me.
“Your greedy little asshole wants me.”
Before she can answer, I push my thumb inside, letting her hole suck me in. I start pumping in and out of her ass at the same speed my cock goes in and out of her cunt.
Her orgasm slams into her, her thighs quiver, her body tenses, and her pussy and ass squeeze me so tightly, I think I might come apart right then. It takes a lot to hold my own orgasm at bay, but I don’t want this to be over. I’m not done with her by a long shot.
When the last tremor of her release leaves and her body is slack, I pull out and flip her over in one swift move. Her back has barely touched the mattress when I’m back inside of her, rutting into her like a wild animal.
I hold her legs up, pushing them toward her to give me better access. “God, your cunt is so tight this way. I bet your ass will be even tighter.”
She moans in response, seemingly unable to form coherent words at the moment. Her hooded eyes glance up at me with nothing but pure lust and obedience. She is submitting to me completely, and even though it might be only in the bedroom, for now, I’ll gladly take it.