So damn good.
She finished her orgasm when I finished mine because hers seemed to last a lot longer. Feeling my cock twitch before it released must have fired her up a little more. She looked up into my face with a flushed expression, clearly satisfied by how I just made her feel.
I didn’t pull my cock out even though it began to soften. I kept it in there, feeling my come slide past as my size became smaller. I was staying in that same position all night, filling her tight pussy over and over.
Once we were caught up, I’d let her go.
I kissed her again, our tongues moving together as our breath filled each other’s mouth. It was the intermission between the pleasure and the beginning of the next orgasm. Less than a few minutes later, I was hard again.
She broke our kiss. “Let me go…”
I thought I finally got her mind off that. “You’re a prisoner. Prisoners wear chains.”
“A powerful man doesn’t need chains,” she whispered. “His authority is enough.”
I’d said something similar to her when we first met. Now she was throwing it back at me, trying to manipulate me. “Why do you want me to let you go?” I hadn’t hurt her. I’d just overridden her, used her.
She held my gaze in silence, like she didn’t want to answer me. She didn’t want to admit she hated not having control, even though we both already knew that. Unless there was something else she wasn’t sharing with me.
“Why?” I repeated.
“Because…I want to touch you.” She spoke with shame written all over her face, and that was how I knew it was sincere. She hated herself for saying it out loud, but she wanted it bad enough to admit the truth.
“Where do you want to touch me?”
Disappointment filled her eyes at the question. “The back of your neck…your shoulders…your chest.”
My dick was at full attention, and I started to thrust into her again. “I’m going to tie you up a lot, baby. You should get used to it.”
“Why restrict me when I want to feel you? Why stop a woman from fucking you?”
I shoved myself completely inside her and felt my moan vibrate in my neck. “Because I’m the one who does the fucking, baby.” I started to thrust into her, and this time, I fucked her a lot harder than last time. I sank her into the mattress and fucked her at full speed, giving it to her so deep and so hard.
And she took it.
When I released the belts from her wrists, she immediately moved away and massaged the irritated parts of her arms. They were chafed in some areas because she had them on for a few hours. She dropped the red bra she was wearing and then grabbed a t-shirt from her drawer. She didn’t turn to look at me.
I knew she was pissed at me.
“You aren’t sleeping here tonight.” She ran her fingers through her hair then looked back at me. “I mean it, Bones.”
I lay against her headboard, naked and comfortable. It was almost midnight, and I had no intention of going anywhere. She couldn’t make me if she tried. If she went for her gun, she would learn that it was empty.
And then she’d be in deep shit.
I stared at her in silence, telling her I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Go,” she commanded. “Put your clothes on and leave.”
“I’m not deaf,” I said quietly. “You can stop repeating yourself.”
“Then why aren’t you moving?”
“Because I don’t give a shit what you want. I’m staying here as long as I wish. Get over it.”
“Get over it?” she hissed. She put both hands on her hips, her t-shirt covering her panties because it reached down to her thighs. “No, I won’t get over it. I put up with a lot from you, but I don’t feel like putting up with you right now.” She stormed out of the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
I stayed still, wondering if she would grab the gun and come back. But all I heard was the sound of her making up the couch, getting it ready with a pillow and a blanket so she could sleep somewhere else.
I could just ignore her protest and keep the entire bed for myself.
But I didn’t like her defiance.
And a part of me actually felt bad for making her so angry.
I pulled on my boxers then walked into the living room. She was lying in the dark, pulled into a small ball on the couch. She had two blankets on her to stay warm, but that was still nothing compared to my body heat.
She knew I was there, but she kept her eyes closed.
I moved to the floor and leaned back against the couch, my face close to hers. I could hear every single breath she took. I noticed the way her breathing increased, obviously aware of my proximity. “You’ll freeze out here.”