by Jenika Snow
This he could handle. This he had control of.
Chapter Nine
Bridget just closed her eyes and sucked his dick; she hollowed out her cheeks and loosened her throat. She could do this, be what he wanted, because the truth was she cared for him more than she’d ever wanted to admit, more than she’d ever wanted to accept.
She felt tears prick her eyes as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. It wasn’t just abut needing protection anymore, no, it was about being with Beast, even if he’d basically turned her emotions for him down, ignored them because he didn’t want to hear them, feel them.
“Stop sucking my dick and get back on your feet, Bridget.”
She pulled away from him, her jaw already aching because his cock was so big.
“Turn around for me, baby. Let me see all of you, everything that’s mine.”
She slowly stood, her knees locking, her legs shaking. She turned around, feeling his gaze on her body. Then she felt him reach out and spank her ass, hard enough she gasped out as pain assaulted her. He smoothed her ass cheeks, the burn and sting mixing with the feel of his hand caressing her ass causing heat and pleasure to take root.
She was breathing hard, not able to think, let along suck enough air into her lungs.
“Spread your legs wider.” His voice dropped an octave deeper and became more commanding. “Bend over and grab your ankles. I want to see your ass and pussy spread for me, Bridge, I want to see what I’ll be fucking.”
She exhaled slowly, closed her eyes, and pictured them doing all the filthy things he wanted, all the submissive act he wanted her to perform for him.
When she was in the position he wanted her in, she waited for him to give another command, another order that would make her pussy even more soaking wet.
“You’re so fucking hot and sweet, Bridge, so ready to take all of my cock into your tight little cunt.” He was breathing just as hard as she was, and she could just make out the sound of flesh slapping together as he jerked off. “Grab your ass cheeks and spread them wide, let me see that tight little hole.”
She did as he said, her hands shaking, her heart racing.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Pull them apart more, so far it makes you uncomfortable.”
Her throat constricted, her pussy creaming more. She didn’t hesitate in complying. With her ass and pussy now on display, the air moving over them, chilling her overheated skin, goose bumps popped out on her skin, and she forced herself to stay still.
“I won’t let anyone have you, Bridge. Ever,” he said and then slapped her pussy. She curled her toes and squeezed her eyes shut. “All fucking mine,” he said almost to himself. “I could cum just to the vision of your pussy stretching around my cock.”
She shivered.
He smacked her pussy again, and she cried out, the pleasure and pain tangible. “I want my cock in your cunt, want to have your skin stretching so wide around me, you feel like you’ll tear apart.” He gave her ass another spank. “Face me.” His deep voice had her insides clenching in desire.
When she stood and turned to face him again, she tried to catch her breath, tried to grapple with her thoughts and needs. Beast looked feral standing in front of her, his desire clear on his face and in the way his body tensed.
“I take what I want, baby, you know that.”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“And what I want is you, Bridge. All of you, in any way I see fit.”
“I know,” she whispered.
He moved closer to her, reached out, and wrapped his hand around her throat again, pushing her back against the wall. She liked this dominance, the slight pressure he had around her throat, the hardness in his eyes. “I don’t like to feel unhinged, Bridge, and you make me feel that way.”
She felt her eyes widen, but didn’t respond.
He moved away from her now, his jaw hard, the previous flash of emotion on his face now gone. “Get on the ground, baby. Crawl to me.”
What?
“Get on your fucking hands and knees, make those tits swing as you crawl to me, begging for my dick.”
She was so aroused right now, so wet and needy, her pussy cream slipping down her inner thighs. This was degrading, embarrassing, but more than that, it was arousing. Once she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and her tits hanging freely, all Bridget could think about was the way he watched her with hooded eyes. He got off on this, on her humiliation, on her desire.
With them both nude, everything on display, she felt everything in her heighten to a fever pitch. Bridget didn’t waste any time in moving toward him, didn’t hesitate in giving him this.
You can do this.
The floor was cold and hard beneath her hands and knees, but she liked the discomfort, craved it because it ultimately led to her pleasure, and in the end, it gave Beast the pleasure he yearned for.
When she was right in front of him, she looked up at his face. He had a stoic expression, but his eyes told her how turned on he was.
He turned and walked over to the dresser where a belt was coiled on top of the scarred wood. “Sit back for me,” he said, not turning to face her.
She did what he said, her pulse beating fast.
He turned around then, the belt hanging from his hand, his eyes hard as he looked at her. Since he’d removed his clothing, she could sense the power of his body. His arms and chest were covered his tattoos, dark and colorful ones, designs that were angry and frightening looking. Every part of him was hard, from his cock to his muscles. Sinew and tendons clenched and relaxed, and she knew this man, the person she’d known for so long— had felt such a connection with— had killed people with his bare hands.
Beast was hard, physically and mentally. He was a very intense man, one that didn’t back down, that took what he wanted, and never apologized.
He started stroking himself up and down slowly, his other hand still holding the belt, flexing and relaxing his hold on the dark, worn leather. He liked her watching him jerk off, liked her being the voyeur while he was the exhibitionist. Her mouth dried, her pussy clenched and became wetter, and her clit throbbed in time with her pulse.
She needed him to touch her.
“You like doing what I say, don’t you?” he asked with no emotion in his voice.
“Yes.” And she did, God help her, she did.
“You’re mine, Bridge. The club will protect you, but you’re mine. I can’t stand to even think about anyone else touching you, having your body.”
Yes, that’s what she wanted. She didn’t want him passing her around, didn’t want anyone using her because she was desperate and needed help. If she was going to do this, she only wanted to do it with Beast.
She looked at his dick as he stroked himself from base to tip, and her pussy clenched painfully at his size. Beast was a large man all around, and his cock was no different.
“You like looking at my cock, baby?”
She nodded, not lying.
“You like thinking about it shoved deep in your cunt?”
She licked her lips and nodded again.
He walked over to her and held his cock out to her. “Then stop looking at it, and suck my cock again, Bridge.”
The tip of his dick was lined with pre-cum, and she swallowed, her mouth watering for a taste. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict. He grabbed a chunk of her hair on the back of her head, yanked her forward almost violently, so much so she had to brace her hands on his thighs to steady herself. God, she loved this erotic brutality from him.
He tightened his hold on her hair until pain and pleasure coalesced as one.
She moaned.
“Yeah, baby, make those little noises, let me know how much you fucking like this. I know your cunt is all nice and juicy right now for me, isn’t it?”
A gush of wetness left her pussy, soaking her inner thighs.
“Suck me.” He pulled her head forward another inch until the slick tip of his cock brushed al
ong her bottom lip, smearing his pre-cum along the swell.
She opened her mouth and sucked him in. She was desperate for him.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned the words out. He tightened his hold on her hair so hard her eyes watered, but her pussy creamed more.
“Lick the underside and make me cum, swallow it all.”
The salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her tongue, slipped down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed it. She wanted more. The need to have the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag because he was so big, consumed her and had her mouth fucking him. God, she really was his submissive in every way.
Curling her nails into his firm, muscular flesh, she started sucking harder, but he pushed her away hard enough she fell back on her ass, her legs spread wide. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, hauling her up.
She gasped when he tightened his hand on her wrists. The pain was immediate, intense, and controlling, but the pleasure that followed had her moaning for more.
“I want to fuck you.” He pulled her toward him, so hard she slammed into his chest. “As much as I want you to suck my cock until I come, I need to feel that tight pussy of yours. But I need to see my mark on your ass before I shove my big dick into your body.”
He moved her hands behind her back, holding them at the base of her spine as he kissed her, fucking her mouth with his lips and tongue.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned and kissed her harder this time for a second before breaking away. “Turn around so I can spank that big, sweet ass of yours.”
She did as he ordered, waiting for the pleasure and pain to merge.
He didn’t make her wait.
Beast brought the belt down on her ass and upper thighs, over and over again until the tears tracked down her cheeks and she was gasping at the intensity of it all.
“Yeah. Fuck yes,” he kept saying behind her.
Her ass felt sore, hot, and she knew there would be bruises tomorrow, delicious black and blue marks that would remind her what she’d done tonight.
And then he grabbed a chunk of her hair, turned her around, tossed the belt on the floor, and kissed her hard. He had his hand between her thighs, stroking her, finger fucking her, and making her so damn needy she was mindless for him.
“Your pussy is so damn wet for me, soaking my damn hand.” Beast continued to stroke her clit back and forth, rubbed the bud until she whimpered from the pleasure, the sensitivity. He was merciless, demanding, and as he continued to kiss her, touch her, hold her in submission, she let him control her because it was what she wanted, what she craved.
He started pressing his cock into her belly, dry humping her, spreading his slick pre-cum all over her skin, as if marking her as his.
She panted, breathing out hard, unable to catch her breath. But she wanted more, so much more.
“I’m going to have your body filled with my cum, have it spilling out of your pussy and sliding down your thighs when I’m finished with you.” He was so hard and unrelenting as he pressed his dick into her body.
He moved his hand from between their bodies and smeared her pussy cream on her lips.
“Taste yourself. Tell me how good you are.”
She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the musky but slightly sweet flavor of herself. Beast kissed her again, licking at her lips, sucking off the rest of the cream she’d missed.
He pulled back and stared into her face for a suspended moment. “I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, baby.”
“Yes,” she found herself saying, as if she were someone else right now.
“You’re mine, Bridge.”
She nodded.
“Touch your cunt, see how aroused you are for me, and rub it while I watch.” He stepped back and grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for her to comply.
Placing her hand between her legs, she felt how slippery her pussy was. She started moving her fingers up and down her slit.
“Fuck yeah, Bridge.” He continued to stroke himself.
She panted and started rubbing herself harder, faster, making her clit tingle, throb. Bridget was so aroused and on the verge of coming. She removed her fingers from her pussy, but he gave a hard growl of disapproval.
“You don’t stop touching yourself until I say so, Bridge.”
She placed her hand between her thighs again and rubbed her clit fast and hard, watching him the whole time, and felt her climax start to rise.
He stopped stroking himself and moved closer to her, circled her body, and then she closed her eyes when he stood still behind her.
“You ready for me, for me to fuck you?”
She still had her hand between her thighs and nodded.
“Don’t come, not until I give you permission.”
He was breathing heavily behind her, matching her own. Sweat lined her forehead as she continued to touch herself, feeling her climax rise.
“Stop touching yourself, Bridge. It’s time for you to be mine in all ways.”
She stopped, panting, needing this, but not wanting to beg for it.
God, she wouldn’t survive tonight, not just because she felt like she was ready to get off just from his commands alone, but because she’d revealed her emotions to him, and it was clear Beast didn’t give a shit.
Chapter Ten
Excitement was an understatement for what Beast felt right now. Bridget fingering herself off, waiting for his commands was turning him the fuck on. Not only that, she was doing exactly as he’d ordered her to do. He liked telling her what to do, and then watching her follow his orders. Her body was a thing of beauty and so fucking sexy. He couldn’t wait to cover her with his spunk, to rub his cream into her tits, and see his cum spilling from the lips of her pussy.
“Go and kneel on the bed.”
She hesitated for a second, and he wondered if she was going to tear him apart with her words once again. Bridget needed to stay quiet. He couldn’t have her talking about her own needs. This, tonight, was about him and what he fucking wanted.
Bridget didn’t disappoint him as she moved to kneel on the bed.
“Are you protected?” he asked, moving to stand behind her. Running his fingers across her back, he couldn’t resist opening her ass wide so that he could get a good look at her. She was so fucking wet already. Her cum had leaked down the crack of her ass¸ and he’d be able to slide into her ass. It wouldn’t be easy, but he’d make it easier with a little more lube.
“From what?”
“From pregnancy?”
“Yes. I get the shot. I’m safe. I’m not safe from diseases or infections. What about you?”
She tensed up, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Babe, I always wrap my dick up, and I get tested just in case. However, for you, I’m going to make an exception and not wear fucking latex. I want to feel your warm, wet pussy wrapped around my dick.” He glided his fingers down to slide deep inside her cunt. “So, only one guy has had the pleasure to be here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And that man is now trying to kill you?” he asked. The man was a fool for even thinking of ending Bridget’s life. She had so much to give a guy. He saw the raw desire shinning in her eyes, and all it took was the right guy to finally tap it open. She was like a switch, and already with her creamy cunt, he was starting to unlock it.
What he needed to do was get past her reservation, find the woman beneath it all, and bring her out to play. He couldn’t wait to play with her. She was going to be wild.
“I don’t have good taste, obviously.”
He smirked. She was talking about him as well. Beast didn’t mind. He’d never been any woman’s personal favorite to keep. There hadn’t been any other woman he’d wanted to impress. The only woman who’d affected him was right here, in his bed, on her knees, ready to take his cock.
“That sounds like an insult, baby. You better be careful, otherwise I’ll have to spank this ass aga
in.” He landed a light tap, and saw her pussy was already glistening. “Well, well, well, my little stepsister has a kinky side. I like it.”
He was going to fight her every step of the way to bring her out, and to make her realize that he was exactly what she wanted.
“Screw you, Beast.”
That’s what he wanted. He craved her fire, her spite; he could work with every single emotion of hatred. It made for fantastic fucking, and he was going to fuck her well tonight.
Gripping his cock, he aligned the tip to her core, and slowly slid it into her pussy. He’d never fucked a woman without a condom, and already, he felt a difference. Nothing hindered the wet warmth of her pussy as it sucked him in. It took every ounce of strength not to slam deep inside her, and make her take every single one of his eleven inches. He wanted this to last, to make her wait for him to fuck her. Her body was perfection, and he intended to make every little second count.
For the last decade, he’d been having some serious sexual fantasies about this woman, and he was going to play every single one of them out.
Sliding his fingers through her slippery slit, he teased and played with her pussy. She tried to push back against him, to take the control out of his hands.
He slapped each cheek of her ass. “Stay still, baby. You don’t want me to stop, do you? I’ll make you go without and fuck one of those whores downstairs.”
He wouldn’t do that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t threaten her with it.
Bridget remained still, and he smiled. She might turn out to be a jealous little thing. He’d love to see her defending him, fighting one of the bitches in the club. With his training, she’d be able to take anyone down. He kind of liked the thought of a little fight where she only wore her underwear and was forced to fight the other bitches for his dick.
Damn, there was something messed up with his head as that only aroused him more.