This, after all, was the difference between Montgomery and his father. If his father had tried a move like that, I might have spit in his face.
But after our week together and realizing that Montgomery had made an unpopular choice in choosing the black collar… Well, his father was right.
This was a test.
I might not know all that was on the line for Montgomery, but he’d been good to me and I wanted to be good to him in return. I wanted him to succeed. And I certainly wanted him to one-up his bastard of a dad.
So, I didn’t just kneel in front of him. I bowed my face flat to the floor with my arms out in front of me in supplication. And readied myself for whatever came next.
13
Montgomery
Wet dreams were made from scenes like this.
Grace, submitting before me, in a position that had my cock throb in need. I had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. I had tried so hard to be a gentleman. I wanted to give the woman the respect she deserved even though we were both thrust into a degrading and sordid nightmare of lust and debauchery.
But I was only so strong.
I couldn’t resist the urge to unleash my inner beast forever.
My father stoked the flames, but Grace, in the position she was in, only fueled the fire.
Not thinking, not caring, not feeling anything but an overwhelming desire to pound my cock into her tight little pussy, I unfastened my pants, walked behind her, and knelt down onto the floor like the animal I truly was.
Her pussy lips glistened, her thighs parted even more, and she arched her back as she felt me approach her body. She waited for me, giving herself; she was mine and she fucking knew it.
I took hold of her hair and yanked her head back as I put the tip of my dick to her tight little pussy hole. The dark monster inside of me considered taking her ass, but I would save that treat for another night. For now, her wet pussy would be all I’d need.
With one forceful thrust, I sheathed my cock with her cunt. Balls deep, I groaned loudly, not caring that my father still stood to the side of me. He would grow tired and go find his own pussy to claim, or he wouldn’t… I didn’t care either way.
Right now, it was about Grace. It was about claiming her as mine. It was about proving to my asshole father that I was indeed a king among men, and this woman taking my cock was my motherfucking queen.
Animalistic. Raw. I fucked her like a lion in heat. Mating with my creature. Mine. I would never share. I would never lend.
My eyes locked on the black collar around her neck, and I knew that would be the only color she’d ever wear. Black. Black. Black. My dick would be the only one filling her holes. Only mine. Mine.
Grace’s legs trembled, and she began to break position to collapse to the ground. I slapped her ass hard in warning, and when she didn’t instantly reposition, I spanked her once again even harder.
“Pose for me, Belle,” I demanded as I drove my cock even deeper. I relentlessly fucked her, not giving her a second to recover from one pound after another.
With renewed strength, she pushed her ass out, arched her back, and cried out with release.
“Scream my name,” I ordered. “Loudly so everyone can hear who you belong to.” I sped up the cadence of my fucking. “Scream it. Now!”
“Montgomery!” she howled. “Montgomery!”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, sir. You,” she replied with an obedience that I hadn’t expected but appreciated.
But it wasn’t enough. I knew all eyes were on me. I knew all the old dicks were hard and wanted their own turn with my belle. I had to mark my territory. Effectively piss on what was mine.
So, as I got ready to cum, I pulled my dick out and released all over her ass and lower back. My creamy seed dripped down her ass crack and along her lower spine for all to see.
Grace didn’t move other than from her heavy breathing. She allowed my marking to run along her smooth and delicate flesh. Her submission was not lost on me, and I would reward her later.
This belle was mine, and after our public show of dominance and submission… there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind.
Did I pass the test tonight?
Hell fucking yes, I did.
I would challenge anyone to fuck like we just did. We ruled this room tonight.
King and Queen.
“That had to be… hard for you,” I said, clearly stating the obvious when we returned back to our room.
She had just walked out of the bathroom clean from my cum, and now she wore one of my Harvard shirts and nothing else. I liked seeing her in something of mine. I had this overwhelming need to hold her but kept my distance instead. She most likely needed her space, and I couldn’t blame her for it.