One more thrust, then another, and finally he barreled into me with one long, raspy, “Fuuuck.”
He released into me deeply, without withdrawing. As he was still coming, I whispered, “I love you,” so quietly that I hoped he might not hear.
But he heard. Smiling now, and still inside me, he said, “I’ve always loved you. Always. Even before I knew you, I loved you. And now you’re mine forever.”
Very slowly, he pulled out of me. My heartbeat thrummed between my legs as I reached out for him with my bound hands. His eyes were kinder now, like they’d been when we were at my farm. I was coming to see that there were two distinct sides to him.
There was the kind giant of a man, the one who helped me, who doted on me. But there was also a ferocious, selfish beast who put his own pleasure first—who used my body in every way that brought him satisfaction. Without knowing why or how, I understood it. I felt honored that I got to see both these sides, that he trusted me with all that he was.
He slipped his head between my arms and snuggled me up against him, rolling onto the bed with me on top of him. I straddled his massive hips, keeping the half-hard shaft of his cock against my opening. He kissed me deep and long. But when he pulled back from the kiss, I saw a seriousness in his eyes. Not anger, never that. But something serious all the same. He brushed my hair away from my cheek and nuzzled his nose against mine, looking me in the eye. “Promise me you will always do what I tell you.”
“I do,” I exhaled against the shell of his ear.
“Promise you will listen to me,” he said, holding me close and letting me feel his power, “Promise you will obey me like your fucking survival depends on it.”
Something about his tone made my breath catch in my throat. It sounded like a threat, somehow. And yet, those men had come after me and my father. I was now an orphan, with no one in the world but him.
“I promise to obey you. I promise.”
Chapter 11
Randal
A raging hard-on woke me up, as usual. Every day since I saw her that first time, I’d woken to a thick, pulsing rod of morning wood with Iris’ name on it.
But this time, opening just one eye to make sure it hadn’t all been some drunken dream, I saw that for the first time, reality was better than imagination. She was fucking here, in the bed I’d prepared for us, sleeping right beside me. With a hickey in the shape of my mouth on her throat.
Fuck, she was so beautiful—hair sex-mussed, body tangled in the sheets. She was lying in the bed facing me, her hands drawn together, clutching the sheet to her chest. Raising my head from the pillow, I looked down the length of her body. Every curve was accentuated by the white sheets, every valley beckoning me to come explore it.
My favorite valley of all was right between her legs. She’d made a fucking animal of me and I didn’t even hesitate to draw the sheets slowly away from her body so I could watch her, naked as she slept. She had her knee drawn up slightly towards her body, while the leg nearest the mattress was mostly straight.
Very carefully, I slid my hand down, down, down her thigh and slipped one finger between her pussy lips. She was drenched, fucking soaked, and I groaned hard when I felt her silky sweet juices. I went slowly because I didn’t want to wake her, not right yet, and penetrated her half an inch at a time.
My cock was so hard, I thought I might cum right there, without even grabbing my dick. Like a fucking wet dream—and I’d had a shitload of those in her honor, too. I’d made more sheets crusty with cum than I could count.
I penetrated her as she slept, with my first and middle fingers, gently massaging her cunt walls, like I was telling her to come here, come here. That same motion made her cum more than once last night. Figuring out what she liked and needed made me feel so fucking powerful. That was what this dance was all about.
I would dominate her only so that I could be her everything; I would rule her so that I would know every desire she had before she even knew it herself.
With the pad of my thumb, I touched her clit and she gave a low, sleepy moan. I paused, waiting to see if she’d open her eyes, but she didn’t. Her face didn’t give anything away either. She wasn’t pretending to sleep; there was no suppressed smile, no deep inhale of coming into consciousness. She was still sound asleep, and I was getting her close to orgasm. Fucking sexy as hell.