I COULDN’T BREATHE as the impending ecstasy took over my body while Coby fucked me from behind. He kept hold of my hand, the diamond of the engagement ring showing between his fingers.

He was rough and violent, forcing me to submit in ways I never knew existed. It was erotic and intense, but needed. For the first time in months, I felt the man I had fallen in love with.

With our bodies connected like two lovers should be, I’d never felt closer to him.

“Harder,” I heard myself say.

His lower body pumped hard and fast, pushing me closer and closer to that release I craved.

“Please, Coby,” I begged. “Harder. Make me come.”

He grunted, slamming his hips against me. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good. So fucking tight.”

I cried out, my eyes brimming over with tears at the need for a release.

He was deep. He was hard. He was powerful.

Coby pushed into me until I fell forward onto my stomach. His arm wrapped around my chest, his body covering mine. His mouth found the side of my neck, kissing and biting, igniting a yearning I had never felt before from him.

His cock pierced a part of me no other man had ever reached. Coby didn’t move, he only pushed and pushed. The fullness of his cock deep inside my pussy mixed with the plug in my ass. An electric current tingled over my skin. A delicious roar of pleasure erupted through me, exploding into a blinding light before my very eyes.

No sounds left my mouth. No cries. No whimpers. Not a fucking thing.

“Scream my name, baby,” Coby demanded, sliding out of me before slamming back into my center. “Scream,” his hand landed against my ass. “Give it to me, Brogan. I want your screams.”

Incoherent sounds left my lips. The harder he fucked, the louder I was.

He used me like that for the rest of the night. Taking what he needed from me and using it to mask the pain and guilt both of us had been feeling for months.

 

 

I woke sometime during the night to Coby’s tense body beside me. His hand was on my inner thigh like usual, squeezing it to the point of pain. But I didn’t care about the bruise he was going to leave after already leaving so many on my body. His intense passion still tingled on my skin, even hours later.

It had been a couple of days since Coby woke me up from a nightmare. I prayed tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights, but with his body stiff beside me, I couldn’t be sure.

I had let him use me because he needed to get his nightmares out of his head and off his skin. I wasn’t sure if it had worked or not. All I could do was hope. 

Coby could mark me up anyway he wanted, as long as it made him feel better. He never left me feeling unwanted in the end. I would usually wait for him to pass out then go clean myself up before re-joining him in bed, only to cry myself to sleep. But that was before Hope Town and our little trip. That was before I begged and pleaded for him to use me and take back his control.

Turning onto my side, I brushed his bangs off his forehead. “Coby, baby,” I kissed his shoulder. “Wake up.”

He shifted beside me but his eyes remained closed.

“Coby.” Turning on the lamp sitting on the nightstand, I took a breath. “Please wake up.”

Suddenly, Coby had me beneath him. His dark eyes held me captive, his big body towering over me.

I swallowed hard, the question of whether he had a nightmare or not, on the tip of my tongue.

Whenever he had them before, he would wake me up and use me until I passed out in his arms, only to fall asleep right beside me.

Some nights, he could get through them but tonight was not one of those times. It would be different. I knew before it even began. I just didn’t know how.

“Spread your legs for me,” Coby demanded, his voice thick with sleep.

I did as I was told, opening myself to him.

A low growl rumbled from his chest. “So fucking beautiful. I can see my marks on your thighs, Brogan. My come on your skin mixed with your own.” He grabbed my left hand and kissed my ring finger. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me all of you.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” I finally asked, noting his hard erection.

“No,” he kissed my finger again before pulling my arm over my head. Linking our fingers, he placed a soft peck on my mouth. “This time my dream was about you. You were naked, kneeling on a cold cement floor in a basement. It looked like a dungeon. All I can remember is dominating over you and wanting to mark your flesh.”

I sighed, my body melting at his delicious words.

His waist pushed between my spread legs, his cock hard and thick. The tip was a dark red.

“That looks painful,” I said, reaching between us. When I came into contact with his cock, he let out a hiss. “You’re so hard for me.”

“Always for you, Brogan. Always. No matter what. No matter how old we get. I will always be hard.” He licked along my bottom lip. “For you.”

“I love you, Coby.”

He looked away.

“Don’t,” I cupped his cheek. “Don’t doubt my love for you.”

“I don’t deserve you, Brogan,” he said against my mouth. “But I’ll do as you ask and love you.”

“Love me hard, baby,” I whispered. “That’s all I need.”

“I need…” his mouth trailed down the length of my jaw. “I need your submission.”

“You have it, Coby,” I told him, kissing his shoulder and wrapping my arm around his thick neck. “You have all of me. Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I am yours. Now please, I need you inside me.”

He shivered. “Will you take me as I am?”

I pulled back, staring up at him intently. “Of course. You’ve already taken me as I am. I told you so many months ago that I have mental health issues and it never even fazed you. You understood. I knew you were the one right then, but I was too scared to admit it.”

Coby leaned his forehead against mine, letting out a slow breath. “I need to ask.”

“Ask me anything.”

“I need you to say yes.” His hard cock rested against my mound. His hips moved, brushing the tip back and forth through the folds of my pussy.

“Yes, Coby.” I cupped his nape, my skin vibrating at the contact. “I’m giving you my consent,” I whispered in his ear.

Coby growled, released me and flipped me back onto my stomach before landing a hard swat on my ass. “For the rest of the night you will do as I say. I’m going to use your body to make both of us feel good. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I licked my lips. “My love.”

“Good girl.” Coby moved around the bed and grabbed my hands before pulling me to the edge. Landing a hard peck on my lips, he winked.

A hot shiver trembled through me.

“You said you want me to use you,” he grabbed his belt and wrapped it around my wrists. “You want me to feel better,” he added, tugging on the leather.

I nodded. “I’ll do anything to help you.”

A wicked grin spread on his face. “Oh I know.” He walked around the bed, brushing his hand down my spine before pushing me to my knees. “You sure you want to help me?”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “Yes.”

“Good.” He shoved his face into my center, his tongue thrusting deep inside of me.

I gasped, arching beneath him. Tingles spread over my skin, my body coming alive as he feasted on it.

The passion ensnared us, wrapping us up in the solidarity of our love.

 

(Coby)

 

The next morning, I let Brogan sleep and headed to the center where Zachary was staying. Making sure to leave Brogan a note, telling her I had to run an errand, I kissed her cheek and made my way out the door.

This meeting would either backfire or something good could come out of it. Axel had been a man of his word and was able to set up a meeting with Zach. With everything he had been through, I prayed that he was being well taken care of with the foster family. That he was as happy as he could possibly be.

Once I arrived at the office for Child Protective Services just outside of Hope Town, I parked the car and took several deep breaths. I wasn’t sure what would come out of this. Knowing Brogan would kick my ass once she found out that I was doing this on my own, I prayed it was worth it.