Chapter
7

So fucking slick. Her walls clung to my cock and wouldn’t let me go. I slid back in, watching her tits jiggle and her teeth grit. So fucking sexy. I wanted to be deeper. Half in, and the juices from her pussy were tinged pink. Almost got to that cherry. Just a few more shoves and I’d have her cunt warming me all the way to the groin. I wanted her heat to seep inside of me.

“Brace yourself, baby. I’m going all in.”

She clawed at the table and a pretty splinter pushed under her fingernail. Bet that stung. It all tossed me higher, though. The smell of her sex, hot and musky, wafted up to my nose, and I breathed deeply. Mine, all mine. I gripped the metal tighter, until my knuckles went white, and planted my feet firmly on the ground.

“I can’t. Caesar, no.”

My name. I froze. The tendrils of her voice faded, but the sound of my name on her lips shook me. I leaned forward, pushing deeper in to her cunt. One flat nipple taunted me and I licked it. God, her skin tasted like ambrosia. But my name. Fuck.

“Say it again,” I whispered against her nipple.

I’d turned into some soppy bitch, but I needed it.

“I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”

“Say my name and it won’t.”

I lied. Fuck, I lied. I couldn’t stop if God himself came down and told me I was going to hell. Shit, I knew I was going anyway. But I’d hesitate, just for a moment, if she’d whisper my name.

She opened her eyes and gazed at me, swallowed me up in molten gold. Cat eyes. Pull me in, Ashy Lashy. She blinked, her thick eyelashes flickering, and I couldn’t look away.

“Caesar.”

I trembled. A fucking chill raced down my spine.

“Again,” I demanded.

“Let my arms loose. I want to touch you, Caesar.”

An idiot. That’s what I was. A fucking idiot. When she said my name like that, I couldn’t deny her. Reaching for the manacles on her wrists, I released them, and the shift of my position pushed me in a bit further.

“Shit, hold on,” I told her, and stretched. The bands clinked open and she lowered her arms, slowly, until one wrapped around my shoulders. Goose bumps raised on my skin, and I was confused. This shouldn’t feel good. Pain, only pain turned me on. But the softness of her touch and her delicate breath fanning my cheek fucked with my head.

I kissed her nipple, slow, easy. Drugged, she fucking drugged me, and I gave her what she wanted. I leaned into her touch and sucked her hard nub into my mouth. Instead of biting, I bit the tip. And, shit, I got harder when it stiffened under my tongue. When her pussy grew hotter and opened for me.

I sank in another inch.

Grinding against her skin, I sucked more of her tit into my mouth. I played with her until a soft moan seeped from her lips. I liked that sound; I wanted her to do it again. When did I ever care about their pleasure?

“Caesar?” she asked.

I released her nipple and looked up at her. “Yeah, Ashy Lashy?”

“You’re a fucking lunatic.”

She balled up her fist and hit me before I could take a breath. Square on the temple.

My dick went slack as fast as my anger sparked.

“You fucking bitch.”

Her arms loose now, because I was a fucking douche, she swatted at me and fought with everything she had. Not bad for a lying weakling who belonged to me.

“Oh, we’re trading blows now? Fine. Should have taken the dick, Ash.”

I smiled at her and reared back. The fog from my name on her lips faded as I balled my fist and struck her in the chest. She gasped for air, her tits jiggling, and my cock twitched. There I was. Back in action. I gripped her knees and pushed them as wide as they’d go.

“Scream for me.”

I pulled back and slammed into her. No stopping, no rest. Nothing. Her cunt swallowed me like a horny whore, and a light show sizzled before my eyes. Moisture puddled against my groin, and I lifted my shirt to see if I’d gotten my prize. Bingo. I gripped her by her hair and forced her to look up, ignoring her flailing arms.

“Look at that. You’re mine. All mine. No one will ever have this pussy again.”

Her juices speckled my bare groin and splattered as I fucked her. The slick shit helped me fuck her faster, harder. Angry I’d let her trick me, irritated with still wanting to hear that soft way she said my name, and pissed as fuck that I looked like an idiot fucking a half-restrained woman on my table when this was supposed to her punishment, I fucked her with everything I had.

Her face went pale and her mouth slack, but her eyes were vivid. I read pain and anger in those orbs as she tried to push me away. Anchored against her body, I couldn’t be moved, but I liked her fight. My pants slid down my legs, and I groaned as my balls slapped her ass. Fucking sweet.

Our bodies slapped together between wet sucking noises. Her skin was a tapestry of red, pale gold, and deep bronze as I fucked her. I followed the map of her pain, drawn back into the comfort of what I understood, and let it wash away the odd feeling of my name on her lips.

And I ignored that I still wanted her to say it.

“I’ll … never be yours,” she gasped.

But I didn’t give a shit. My balls tightened, and a rush of pleasure sizzled across my nerve endings. No lie was going to stop me from coming. She did belong to me, and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing. I whipped out of her body as my balls screamed. My cock, covered in shiny juices, looked like a weapon in my hand as I stroked it. I kept her hands pinned to her stomach by holding her wrists together in one hand.

“Didn’t I promise you a facial? Don’t want to stop taking care of what’s mine.”

She swung her face away, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t go far, and I was coming. I grunted, gripping my cock in a tight fist, and spurted across her right cheek.

“Fuck yeah.”

And, as I promised, I rubbed that shit all over her face.

I was always a man of my word.