Then I think about what Keller is offering, here and now—the chance to relax, to sink into pleasure without worry or fear, to live, to claim that spark even if it’s only for a few hours—I can’t say no. But can I stay detached?
As we undress I decide that I’ll take whatever Keller gives me, even if I eventually break. I’d rather feel alive for a little while than never feel anything again.
And right now, I want to feel.
Keller
I follow Britt down the tiny hall to her even tinier bedroom. I should win a fucking award for the restraint I show in not just shoving her, face-first, against the wall and plowing into her tight pussy.
The minute we step inside the room, I wrap one arm around Britt from behind, curling it around her waist. My other hand slides around her throat, fingers spanning ear to ear, holding her against my chest.
“You’re mine.” I punctuate my words with a hard thrust of my hips, digging my cock against her lower back.
Britt hisses before sucking in a sharp breath. She tries to roll her head back to rest it on my shoulder, but I tighten the grip on her throat, keeping her in place.
“Answer me,” I growl, nipping at her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She whimpers, but refuses to answer. I keep her still, using the hand on her neck, while the other shoves her leggings down to her knees and my own shorts as well, releasing my aching cock. By walking forward, I maneuver Britt to the edge of the bed and push her down, holding her in place with a rough hand to the back of her neck. With one foot, I kick her feet apart as far as they will go with her leggings still around her ankles. The moan coming from her sparks fire in my aching balls.
“Tell me you’re mine, Britt.” I fish a condom out of my shorts and quickly roll it on. When the only noise out of her is a quiet keening, I bend my knees and thrust up into her, driving deep until my thighs rest against hers. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Tell me I’m the only one who can have you like this.” I lean over her body, pushing her T-shirt up so my sweaty chest can slide against her soft skin.
“Yesssss,” Brit lets out a long, wailing moan. I fist her hair, wrenching her head down into the bed so I can bite the soft flesh at the juncture of her neck. Beneath me, she writhes and screams out, “God yes, Keller. I’m yours!”
“Fuck yeah.” I straighten out so I can grab her hands. Britt’s groan is muffled by the pillow when I yank them behind her back. Both of her wrists pinned in one of my hands, I jerk them up to the point of strain on her shoulders. It’s easy to hold them in place at the uncomfortable angle while continuing to slam into her pussy over and over.
Fuck, the things she lets me do to her. My mind is spinning with all the ways to degrade, to ruin, to worship her body with mine.
Britt turns her head to the side so she can breathe. Her eyes are glazed over, her mouth parted. I want to bite and suck on those plump, wet lips, but refuse to release her arms to do so. She must want the same thing, because she begins to struggle to get out of my iron-clad grip. The resistance sends a jolt of ecstasy through my cock, pulling my balls tight.
“Oh fuck.” My head rolls back and my eyes close for a brief second, fighting the intense pleasure that threatens to spill over from having Britt at my complete and utter mercy. “Fight me, baby. Go ahead. You’ll make my fucking day.” She gasps and her body ripples around my dick, tightening, milking me right to the edge of release.
“Keller…” Her breathing is ragged. Britt’s pussy begins to clamp down and spasm.
“You’re just dying for it, aren’t you? You want me to hurt you, to take you, to do whatever the fuck I want to you,” I growl. Her mouth opens and closes wordlessly. I thrust harder, each snap of my hips stealing her breath so she can’t respond. I lean over her bound hands until my mouth is as close to her ear as I can get. “I’ll give you what you need, Britt.”
With my free hand, I slide
it beneath her body to wrap around her neck again. Carefully, I squeeze her throat just enough for breathing to require effort. Britt cries out and her pussy clenches so hard it disrupts my rhythm.
“Jesus! God, Britt. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Keller… I need…”
“I know.” My hand leaves her throat and glides down her abdomen to her slick, hot pussy. I find her swollen clit and pinch it between my fingers. Britt shatters beneath me, screaming my name as she comes.
I let go of her arms and pull out. In one quick movement, I flip Britt onto her back to ram back inside that wet channel while she’s still climaxing, and drive home hard and fast. I slap her clit with an open palm and her eyes roll back in her head, her entire body shuddering. My balls tingle, squeezing tight, and my own release roars through me, jetting out of my cock so hard I nearly black out from the intensity of it.
On my final thrust, I collapse on top of Britt, both of us sweaty and panting. When I pull out, I feel her shiver from the loss. After tossing the condom, I lift her legs and place them on the bed, then curl up next to her, holding her tight against my side. Britt’s hand lies over my chest, her fingers drawing gentle circles on my skin.
It’s so faint, so quiet, I almost miss when Britt whispers, “Thank you,” right before she falls asleep.
The words pierce right through my walls, the tough outer shell I’ve kept in place for the last ten years. They act like a defibrillator, zapping my black, soulless heart into beating again, and I know right then and there, I can never, ever go back.
Britt
“There’s been no further damage, Miss Reeves. Your EEG is normal, your vision unaffected, and your nerves are all responding properly.” Dr. Marshall slips his penlight in his pocket and steps back from the exam table. “I’d say you are a very fortunate young lady.”
“So, I’m okay?”