Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

“Shhh, Mouse. You don’t apologize tonight. Tonight, you take the pleasure I give you. You let me show you how crazy you fucking make me. You let me own you, the way you already own me.”

I pull away and straighten back up. I drag my eyes down her body and trail a finger down her leg all the way to her ankles. I want her at my complete mercy, her body open to every inch of my swollen cock.

Taking the other belt, I loop it around her ankles.

“I’m scared, Xander.” Her voice is shaky, her body trembling softly. I realize then that this is how my father tied her up. But the difference is that I want to give her pleasure, not pain.

“Don’t be scared, Mouse. I’m not my father. I won’t hurt you, never. Just trust me. Give yourself to me.”

“Okay.” Her small voice enters my ears and shoots right down into my soul. I promise myself that I won’t lose control. I won’t hurt my little mouse, never again, and neither will anyone else.

When I finish tightening the restraints on her ankles, I pull her body down to the edge of the bed and roll her onto her side. I push her knees up to her chest, so her ass and pussy are exposed to me.

I lick my lips when I see her pink slit all but begging for my cock. Using two fingers, I run them down the inside of her silky smooth thigh slowly, savoring every inch of her flesh. She’s so soft, so perfect, so mine.

When I reach her center, I use those fingers to circle her already heated clit before I run them up and down her moistened slit. I can feel her growing wetter with each gentle stroke. Her breaths turn into heated pants, soft whimpers filling the room every time I move over her clit.

“Your body’s reaction to my touch is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Your body wants me without thought. It senses me; it knows the pleasure that only I can give you. Doesn’t it, Mouse?”

I dip one finger inside of her when her wetness starts to coat it, and I know she is ready. I move my finger inside her very slowly, very gently stopping once I’m knuckle deep. She is still so fucking tight, her pussy squeezing my fingers just like she squeezed my cock nearly twenty-four hours ago.

I give her a moment to adjust and then I start moving in and out of her. I set a small rhythm and when my strokes become faster and her breathing turns into hard pants, I add a second finger.

“Come for me, Mouse.” I plunge deeper inside her, bending my fingers slightly, to rub at that perfect spot at the very top of her pussy.

“Xander…” she gasps. “It feels… soooo…”

“I know, baby. I know. Come on my fingers. Show me how much you want this. How much your perfect pussy wants my cock.”

Maybe it’s my dirty words or just my deep precise strokes. I don’t know but I feel the distinct flutter of her pussy muscles before she starts squeezing me so tightly it feels like she’s trying to push me out. I pull my fingers out of her and roll her over onto her belly, pushing her knees upward.

She whimpers softly into the bed sheets as I move her, and I dip down between her legs, licking her slick pussy. Her sweet cream coats my tongue, the flavor exploding inside my mouth. My cock throbs, hanging heavily between us.

“Xander,” Mouse calls out for me. Like a lighthouse against the shore, she beckons me forward, guiding me out of the darkness.

Fisting my cock in my hands, I move so that I’m directly behind her, the velvety smooth head of my cock probing her tight entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Mouse, so hard the air will still deep inside your lungs. So hard you’ll feel me deep inside you every time you move.”

“Please,” she begs, and that one single word snaps something deep inside of me. I smirk, flexing my hips forward, plunging deep inside her. I listen as her breath hitches as I fill her to the hilt. I grip onto her hips with bruising force and slide all the way out of her, watching as her perfect pussy swallows my cock whole, taking every greedy inch I give it.

Gritting my teeth, I keep up the movements, in, out, in, out. Each stroke sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. She’s so soft, so fucking responsive, and so mine. Fuck, she’s mine. All fucking mine.

“You belong to me, Mouse,” I snarl, feeling all the blood in my body pump to my cock. I slam into her, again and again, feeling her pussy tighten around me.

“Yes.” She pants into the sheets, her fingers reaching for me, but I don’t want her touch. I want more, something deeper.