Breaking Meredith (Disciples 4)

Yes, Simon, the germaphobic clean-freak from hell, wants to keep me dirty. He won’t let me wash his cum off.

I’ve tried. I managed to sneak in the shower once while he was distracted with work. Just as I was rinsing the conditioner from my hair though, he ripped the shower curtain open and dragged me out.

He pushed me right up against the bathroom counter, grabbed me by my hair, and fucked me again in punishment.

Watching him furiously drive himself inside me through the bathroom mirror was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Even hotter than those videos we watch.

His body ruthlessly claiming my body. His cock driving me to orgasmic heights I’ve never reached before.

But it was the expression on his face that really did me in.

An unholy expression full of possession, lust, and dominance. An expression that roared as he roared that I was his.

And he’s never ever fucking letting me go.

I should be fucking terrified. I should be plotting and planning, trying to find a way out.

But just as I’ve managed to claw my way under his skin and unravel him, he’s managed to work his way inside me so deep I fear he’s dangerously close to reaching my soul.

I crave his attention. I crave his sick desire. So much so that I’ll willingly seek him out. Interrupting whatever work he’s trying to accomplish with my need for him to make me feel.

And he gives me what I want, what I need. Every time. Without question. Without protest.

Whenever his hands touch me, or his eyes burn into me, he makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never felt before.

It’s ludicrous. Logically, it makes no freakin’ sense. I had purpose before I met him. I had direction, and what in my mind was a divine, holy calling. He trapped me. He ripped me away from it.

Yet I don’t want to run away from him.

I want to see how deep this dark hole we’re digging ourselves into truly goes.

Where does this insanity end? When one of us dies? When I do get pregnant?

When the world fucking burns?

I don’t fucking know.

All I know is that I’ve finally managed to break Simon and yet I feel like I’m the one who’s cracking. I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

But at least I’m not alone in this madness.

“I have to leave the house for a few hours today,” Simon says, stroking my hair back out of my eyes.

We’re lying together, naked bodies and limbs entangled, in bed. He just took me twice in a row after waking and then refused to let me get up to pee.

“You’re leaving me alone?” I ask, careful to keep any hint of what I’m feeling out of my voice as I slide my hand slowly up his naked chest.

“Yes,” he answers, his eyes dropping to regard me. “But only for a few hours. You’ll be safe with the security team I have in place.”

I nod my head and snuggle closer to him, hiding my face against his chest. He seems to truly enjoy these small acts of affection I show him. As evident by his arms squeezing around me and the pleased sound he makes.

Simon’s leaving. He’s leaving. Perhaps I could figure out some way to sneak out…

“And of course I’ll be watching,” he adds.

For once, I’m not sure if he’s saying it because he’s purposely warning me or he thinks I somehow feel unsafe without him.

Of course he’ll be watching me, I groan inside. If I want to get out of this house, I’m going to have to actually have his damn permission.

I lean back just enough to say, “Do you think…” before I start stamping a trail of kisses up his chest. “I could leave for a few hours too?”

I’m trying to distract him, to earn favor with him, but I’m becoming engrossed in the sweet and salty taste of his skin.

Simon lets me get all the way up to his lips before he grabs me by the back of the head and kisses me hard.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth, overtaking mine. Stroking and caressing until I’m melting against him.

Pulling away, his eyes are so soft when I finally open mine that at first I think I misheard him when he tells me, “No.”

“No?” I frown up at him. As soon as the word settles in, I try to pull away. “No? Are you serious, Simon?”

The soft look in his eyes immediately hardens, and his arms tighten, not allowing me to escape.

“It’s not safe—” he starts to say.

“Don’t you dare give me that bullshit,” I snap at him. “Just a minute ago, you said I would be perfectly safe with your security team.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. Either I’m safe with your security team or I’m not. Which is it?”

Simon’s jaw tightens and I swear that eye of his twitches.