by Sweet, Izzy
Shit.
James groans a throaty groan. “Fuck… you smell so good…”
I swear I hear him smelling me before his breath hits me again in a hot gush that’s almost as alarming as a touch.
Then I feel his tongue sliding up me in a slow, savoring lap. The tip hooking on the hood of my clit before releasing me.
Straining against my bonds, I try to arch off the bed, away from him, as an unwanted spike of arousal slices through me. Slicing from my clit to the center of my core.
Fuck my life.
Despite his confession, my body is still responding to him. Still aching to be filled by him.
Lord help me, please.
This is sick. So fucking sick.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
“Fucking taste delicious too,” James grunts, yanking my ass closer to his face. “I could feast on your sweet, beautiful pussy all day, every day.”
And that’s precisely what he begins to do.
He feasts on me.
He gives my clit one more slow, savoring lick that causes me to strain upwards, longing to escape the intense sensation, then he attacks.
Making wet slurping sounds and hungry noises in the back of his throat, his entire mouth works me over. Consuming me as if he’s swallowing my soul.
Using his tongue, lips, and teeth, he drives me to the brink of a madness that rivals his own.
Like his kisses, he seems to know exactly what feels the best. Exactly how to stroke, lap, nip, swirl, and suck to deliver maximum pleasure.
Unprepared for the onslaught of sensation, I writhe and twist, helpless in the chains that hold me. Tears of agonized bliss burning in my eyes as I gasp, moan, and secretly pray for this nightmare to end.
Oblivious to my inner struggle or simply driven into a frenzy by it, James growls and presses his face hard into my pussy. Smashing and pushing against me until I find myself unwittingly riding and grinding against his face.
Chasing and finally reaching an orgasm that completely breaks me.
A release that feels like it shatters not only my body, but my damn mind too
Crumbling back to the bed, I stare at the ceiling, panting, with the tears finally slipping free.
Only glancing down when James begins to rise up from between my legs, wiping his mouth off on his forearm.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asks out of fucking nowhere.
What the fuck?
Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
“James, please—” I whimper as he adjusts his grip on my thighs, tugs my ass closer, and positions his waist between them.
His cock bobbing up and down as he moves.
“Don’t, Sophia,” he warns, sharply cutting me off. “Don’t ask me to stop. Remember, this is my dream. Mine. I’ve waited too long to have you just… like… this.”
The stupid dream thing, ugh. He’s using it as an excuse to fucking torment me.
To live out some stupid fantasy that’s probably been knocking around in his brain.
But maybe…
Dammit, why didn’t I think of it earlier?
Maybe if this is a fantasy to him, maybe his confession was a fantasy too. His idea of a fun roleplay.
My breath begins to quicken again as he grabs his thick, veiny cock, pulls it down, and guides it to my entrance.
“Are you on any birth control?”
Why is he asking that? Is he worried I could get pregnant?
“Yes,” I exhale in a rush as he suddenly pushes inside me.
My body is so eager to be filled, my pussy so wet and slippery, my walls spread easily for him and grip him.
“What kind?” he groans softly, his head tipping back for a moment.
A look of pure euphoria on his face.
Then his head drops back down, his eyes flashing open.
He doesn’t look at my face, though. No, he looks at where we’re now connected.
Cock to pussy.
Eyes glued to where we’re joined as he slowly pumps in and out of me.
There’s no doubt in my mind after finding his secret box that he’d take a picture if he could of what he’s seeing and keep it.
I look down, trying to see what he’s seeing and almost regret it.
His fingers dig into my thighs, creating little black pools of darkness in my red flesh as he holds me open.
The muscles in his stomach tense and tighten with the fluid roll of his hips.
When his cock slides out of me, it glistens.
A strange, unfamiliar pressure begins to build inside of me. The slow, steady glide of his thickness satisfying me yet at the same time somehow leaving me wanting.
“The pill,” I finally groan when he suddenly pushes extra deep.
Shit. When was the last time I took my pill?
As if he can read my mind, he asks, “Have you been taking it?”
No.
Fuck.
I haven’t been taking it because it completely slipped my mind with all the shit happening in my life.
I only take the damn thing in the first place to keep my period regular and predictable. I’ve never taken it out of fear of becoming pregnant.
But I haven’t taken it in days. Days. And we had sex this morning without any other protection…
I don’t say anything, unable to answer as my throat closes up over the stupidity of my mistake.
James must see the answer in my eyes though.
But unlike me, he doesn’t look upset.
No, he looks beyond pleased as a slow, devilish grin stretches across his face.
“Good,” he grunts.
What the fuck does that mean?
Does he want to impregnate me?!
Or is this just another part of the stupid roleplay he wants to play?
Either way, nothing good can come of us continuing.
“You have to stop,” I plead and tug on my chains.
“It’s a little too late for that now. Isn’t it, baby?” James practically purrs as he begins to pump inside me faster and faster.
His hips slapping into my thighs.
“No,” I groan in denial and toss my head, still yanking on my chains.
Trying to fight off the new intense waves of pleasure he’s forcing on me.
“Yes,” he growls, one hand releasing its grip on my thigh to touch my stomach. “Yes. You could at this very moment already be pregnant with my child.”
It takes me a second to realize my leg is free, but as soon as I do, I try to kick at him.
“Fuck you!” I scream, reaching my absolute limit.
I don’t want to have a baby!
Not with him.
Deep down, I know it’s not his fault.
I’m the one who pushed him into sex this morning. I’m the stupid bitch that forgot to take her pill.
I’m the one to blame if I end up pregnant.
But his whole smugness over the whole thing makes me want to hurt him.
Hurt him for screwing up my head and causing me to make those mistakes.
My foot connects with his rigid stomach, pushing a grunt out of him and messing up his rhythm.
He seems to snap at the interruption, a look of pure rage contorting his face.
“No, Sophia, I’m going to fuck you,” he roars as he grabs my kicking leg and throws it over his shoulder.
Crawling forward, he moves up my body and grabs my other leg.
Throwing it over his shoulder, he plants his hands on either side of my shoulders and glares into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so fast, so fucking hard, so fucking often, if you’re not swelling with my baby after a month, it will be a divine fucking intervention!”
Before I can release the breath I suck in to shout at him again, he proceeds to do just that.
Supporting his weight on his hands and bending my body in half, he drives into me furiously.
There’s no chance to brace myself for the impact.
No chance to guard myself ag
ainst the onslaught of pleasure and sensation his powerful thrusts drive inside me.
Hands bound by cuffs and chains, knees touching my chest, I’m completely and utterly at his mercy.
I can’t even twist or writhe away.
All I can do is stare into his furious, frenzied eyes as he takes me. Stare into the eyes of the man that both destroys me… yet somehow also completes me.
I don’t know if it’s the sheer speed, the sheer ruthlessness of the way he pounds into me, fucking me like he’s trying to punish me.
Or if I’ve just been through too much… too fucking much.
But I finally truly crack.
I’m tired of fighting him. This. Everything.
Tired of fighting and losing.
Giving up and giving in, pleasure like no other pleasure I’ve ever felt before sweeps over me, swallowing me up and carrying me away.
Only James brings me back to the moment.
Grounding me to this second in time, crushed beneath him, with the sound of his voice.
“You want this, don’t you, Sophia?” he pants between huffs of air. “You need this just as much as I do, don’t ya, baby?”
I groan in misery and shake my head back and forth, the defiance I shed only moments ago wanting to rear its ugly head. Wanting to deny him, for the sake of my pride, even if we both know he’s right.
“I can feel your tight little pussy fluttering around me,” he groans like he did when I woke up to this dream.
Like he’s in pain.
“Take it, baby. Take what you need,” he grunts as he somehow finds the strength and power to drive into me harder and faster, causing the entire bed to shake and quake.
When I thrash my head again, struggling to be free of the last remaining shreds of my resistance, he gives me the shove I need to be finally be free.
Shouting out in a near deafening roar, he commands, “Take my cum, Sophia. Fucking milk it out of me!”
All my muscles instantly lock up, my body obeying even if my brain hasn’t quite gotten to that point yet.
My pussy clamps down on him, as tight as a vise, so tight he has no choice but to still and shudder against me.
A release…
No, not a release this time.
An epic fucking explosion of overwhelming orgasmic bliss blasts through me, rocking my entire body.
And James moans, actually moans, as my pussy does exactly as he commanded it to do.
My walls relax then pulse and squeeze around his thick cock, milking the cum out of him.
“Oh fuck,” James cries over and over, his body grinding and rocking against mine as I’m flooded and filled with something hot and sticky.
Bound to him by the chains and my throes, I endure an agonizing pleasure that’s so good it nearly hurts for what feels like hours.
Only returning to my senses when he finally stops rocking against me.
The first thing I notice is my legs shaking uncontrollably.
The second is James’s eyes.
Still wide open. Still staring at me.
But they’re not filled with happiness this time.
Oh no, they’re filled with something that’s closer to awe.
As if he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
Panting heavily, trying to catch my breath and becoming aware of how raw my throat suddenly feels from all the screaming I did, I stare back at him, not comprehending.
“God, you’re beautiful,” James says, soft and husky.
Moving his arms, he slides my legs off his shoulders then grabs my face.
His thumbs stroke against my cheeks as his gaze drinks me in, then he dips his head and places the sweetest, most gentle kiss I’ve ever felt or experienced on my lips.
I open my eyes before he does when he pulls away, and see his still closed as if he’s still savoring the moment.
Then he groans, “God, I fucking—” before he stops.
Just stops.
I feel my soul straining towards him, waiting with bated breath for him to finish that sentence.
A sense of expectation humming inside me.
But he never finishes whatever he was going to say.
His eyes snapping open, I catch a glimpse of panic in their dark depths before he suddenly rears back and jerks his cock out of me.
Coming up to his knees, he grabs me by the hips and flips me over.
And I finally realize why he has the chains connected to the cuffs the way he does.
So they’ll twist and flip with me.
Not knowing or understanding what’s going on, I try to push up from the bed, only to have him stop me by shoving my face down into sheets.
“James!” I cry out as he grabs my hip again with one hand and yanks my ass into the air. “What the fuck?!”
“Be quiet, Sophia,” he warns as he rams his still-rock-hard cock inside me from behind. “I need to focus on knocking you up.”
12
James
The phone rings twice before Lucifer’s tired voice comes on the line. “What is it, James?” Simon is the only one who calls this early.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. Hang up your phone and don’t fucking answer when I call again or I’ll shoot your right ear off,” I snarl into the phone before pressing the disconnect button.
Redialing Lucifer’s phone, I wait through the unanswered rings until I hear his voicemail.
Blah, blah, blah. That’s all I hear as I feel my blood boiling with fucking rage and something I can’t identify.
Finally hearing the long-awaited beep, I snarl, “I fucking hate you.”
Whipping around to make sure Sophia doesn’t wake up, I move silently through the bedroom and out into the hall.
Only Mitzy notices my passing.
She’s the only one who hears me when I want to be silent.
“I’m going to fucking stab out your cursed blue eyes and skull-fuck the sockets. I won’t even use a fucking rubber when I do it. How fucking dare you, you fucking fuck!” I spit out and then make myself move even further away from the bedroom.
I really am trying to keep my voice down despite how loud it continues to grow.
“Do you fucking hear me, you cursed fuck? You goddamn whore of a goat and son of a mythical asshole! You just had to get all fucking personal. You just had to talk about kids and shit like that. You couldn’t leave well enough alone. No, you had to make sure I couldn’t control myself….”
Fucking dammit.
The damn voicemail cut off on me.
Dialing his phone again, I wait through the ringtones, then nearly vomit from my anger.
“I’m going to fucking shoot Johnathan. I’m going to put a hole through him the size of my goddamn BMW,” I snarl before pushing the disconnect button.
Panting heavily, I look around me and realize I’m in the basement. I don’t know when or how I got here, but I did. Checking the clock on my phone, I see that it’s precisely six-thirteen in the morning.
And I’m fucking awake.
My cock is so fucking hard and engorged, I could slam it through a steel wall.
Looking to the weight bench sitting near the wall, I feel the pull of pain. The pull of just focusing my body to one specific task. It’s a different need than the one I felt last night with Sophia.
A need to cause pain and suffering to myself.
Naked isn’t the best way to work out, but at this point I don’t really think anyone in the house will give a fuck.
Above me, I hear Mitzy’s claws lightly tapping across the kitchen floor, heading toward her water fountain. Then she taps down the basement stairs, moving at a slow pace. She’s not the fleetest of dogs when it comes to stairs because of her tiny body, but she doesn’t let them intimidate her. She comes to be with me no matter what.
“Time for some self-punishment, sweetie,” I say to Mitzy before yanking two fifty-pound dumbbells off the rack.
Time to punish my stupid fucking self for being stupid enough to ri
sk Sophia getting pregnant with my child.
I’m not even really mad at Lucifer. He didn’t force my hand in last night’s so-called dream. He wasn’t sitting on my left shoulder, egging me on to do the things I did.
Despite all the vehemence and vitriol I spat at him, I’m the one to blame for this mess.
I’m the one who kissed her all those months back. I’m the one who fucking installed those chains on my bed after I met her. I didn’t even consciously do it. It was just one of those things I did subconsciously in preparation, I guess. Like the moving all my clothing to half the closet.
And I only noticed that when I went in there yesterday to find my suit.
Has this been destined all along? I have to question that. I can’t avoid it.
Had we met under different circumstances, would I have been so enthralled by her? Is all of this because I found someone I could actually protect? Someone I rescued from certain death who would be beholden to me?
Moving through each of the stations in the corner of the basement, I add more weight than I normally do. I want to hurt right now. I want to feel something that isn’t just confusion and that other fucking word I almost said to her last night.
What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me?
Even my cock is staring up at me with fucking confusion. It’s still the hardest it’s ever been in my life and yet I’m not doing anything with it. I’ve never worked out with an erection before, but just knowing Sophia is in my house, in my bed, has my cock dripping with precum.
Fuck. I’m like a Pavlovian dog.
One mention of Sophia and my dick’s drooling all over the place.
It almost feels sexual though, this erection and the self-punishment. Like I want to hurt for not being able to restrain my baser instincts.
Did I press it too far with her last night? She handed me the control. She gave me the green light when it came to whose dream it was.
Like that truly mattered… we would have ended up doing the exact same fucking thing regardless of whose dream it was. Even if she tried to say the dream was hers, she would have ended chained up to the bed with my cum leaking out of her.
She’s the first chick since high school that I didn’t practice my whole mantra—no glove equals no love—with. That little mantra has kept me from having any little bastards running around the world. Little bastards that more than likely would be just like me.