I awoke the next morning feeling sore beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. Cole was sound asleep next to me, snoring softly. I lost count of all the orgasms last night. Most of them blended into each other, forming one earthquaking experience. That hot-as-hell biker was one good fuck.
The covers only came up to his waist and his nicely inked chest was bare for all to see. I almost wanted to lift the comforter and get a peek at his massive cock. I felt like a little schoolgirl back in junior high. Heather would be laughing hysterically at me right about now.
I got out of bed and tip-toed over to the bathroom. The cold tiles felt like burning coals on my bare feet. I hopped over to the shower and turned it as hot as possible, letting the steam fog up the mirror.
I jumped into the shower and let the warm water relax my sore muscles. Just like with the makeup, the shower had all sorts of hair products, reminding me that I was just another one of Cole's pit stops.
Don't fall for him, Claire. Remember, you're being held here against your will. I laughed at the idea of Stockholm Syndrome. Did that happen to me? Seems like asking to be fucked by your kidnapper is a level beyond that.
But Cole was fucking good. I remembered his tongue playing around with my wet pussy, my clit getting flicked back and forth. And when he entered me for the first time, I felt the power of a real man inside me.
My hand traveled south and found my fleshy bulb. A cry escaped my throat and I had to cover my mouth. Was I really doing this right now? Cole was just outside the door sleeping. I didn't care. My fingers were already doing their job, swirling my clit around in all directions. My other hand played with my breast, pinching my erect nipple, rubbing it between my index finger and thumb.
I leaned back against the shower wall and shoved two fingers inside me, simulating Cole fucking me but even my whole hand couldn't imitate how big he really was. The water cascaded over my head and streamed down my stomach, flowing over my pubic mound.
The thought of Cole coming inside me was too much for me to handle. All my muscles flexed and I cried out from the pain of them being too sore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body fell apart as I orgasmed around my fingers.
I clumsily reached for the towel outside the shower and wrapped my wet body. I squeezed the excess water out of my hair and dried the rest of my body off. I stepped out and the cold tiles weren't so freezing anymore.
Cole was standing next to the bathroom counter, completely naked, his hard cock resting in his hand as he stroked it slowly. He looked good enough to eat. “Did you have fun in there?” he asked with a knowing grin.
My jaw dropped to the floor and my towel accidentally fell with it. My entire body flushed with red. Was he listening to me the entire time?
Cole stepped towards me, his throbbing cock still in his hand. “You know you're not supposed to come without me.”
I didn't know how to respond. He didn't own me. “My body is my own. I'll do whatever I want to it.”
Cole shook his head. “Not when you're with me. You only come when I tell you to come.” The look on his face was pure seriousness. He really meant it. “Now get on your knees for your punishment.”
Was he going to beat me? That's what bikers did, right? Byron sure did. If I didn't go along with his orders, would he beat me even more? I hesitantly dropped to my knees and Cole approached. He towered over me—his hard muscles, six-pack abs, and giant cock—my adonis. Cole ran his fingers through my hair like he was petting a dog. I expected a slap across my face at any moment.
“Open that filthy mouth of yours,” Cole commanded.
I parted my lips and opened wide, relaxing after I understood what he meant by “punishment.” Cole guided his large cock past my teeth and deep down my throat. My mouth stretched to fit his enormous girth.
Cole rested his hand behind my head and thrust in and out. “I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop.”
He made me feel so dirty—so sexy. My pussy was dripping wet and running down my thighs. I gripped his shaft and stroked him while he fucked my face. He pulled out and his tip danced on my tongue. I looked up into his eyes and saw a savage beast—untamed and dangerous. “You taste so good,” I murmured.
Cole moaned as he shoved his cock back into my mouth. His fingers clenched the sides of my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper. I loved making him feel so good, loved making him shudder with ecstasy. I stroked him faster and faster, his engorged cock about ready to burst.
Cole found his release, exploding out like a fire hydrant. His warm seed flowed down my throat, almost gagging me. Cole's fingers tangled with my hair as he screamed out my name. I sucked every last drop of his cum until his balls were completely drained.
“Fuck...fuck,” Cole said breathless. He stumbled backwards until his hands caught onto the bathroom counter, holding himself up. “Where the hell did you learn to give blowjobs like that?”
I wiped the leftover seed from the corners of my lips and smiled. “I couldn't help myself, your cock was so good.” I stood up and washed my hands beside Cole.
“God damn, woman. I'd bend you over right now and fuck that sweet ass of yours but we need to go.”
“Go? Go where?” I replied, drying my hands on the bath towel.
“The trade with your brother...it's in a couple hours.”
I froze in place. Cole made me totally forget about everything that was happening. I was a hostage to be traded away. Byron was going to be furious. A fist to my face was only going to be the appetizer. Byron always warned me that he'd give me to his men if I ever defied him. I couldn't face that. Cole had to help me.
“I can't go back to him,” I said softly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
I turned towards Cole and put my hands on his hard chest. “Don't let Byron take me. You don't know what he'll do to me if he gets me back.”
Cole grabbed my hands and tossed them aside. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. The man that looked at me with a hungry desire was gone. “This ain't no fairytale, baby. Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to save you from this nightmare. I don't do romance and we're still going to use you to take down the Fires of Hell.”