by H S Russell
I start pumping with a slow, easy rhythm but soon pick up the pace. A slow fuck is not on the menu for tonight. I build up speed until I’m pounding into her, thrusting with enough force to rock the bed.
“You’re still so goddamn tight. It’s like you’ve never had a cock before.” I have to push hard to get back in after every retreat, demanding her tight walls give way for me.
I get up on my arms, watching her as I fuck her. “You like this?” I ask, teasing her with what we both know is the truth. She refuses to answer me, but after a deep pump and grind, she cries out my name.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Little girl needs to learn how to admit the truth.” I bury my face in her neck, reveling in the impossibly good feel of her wet pussy.
I hear Allie whimper against my ear in short, breathy cries. “I can’t, I can’t…” She’s said this before, but I don’t understand what she means. I go at her harder, pressing in as her pussy swells so tight I can barely push it in.
“Yes you can, Allie, you can take it. You will take every fucking thing I give you.”
She looks up at me then, and she somehow seems vulnerable. I curl my body around her as best I can, shielding her in my arms, protecting her in this vulnerable moment as I stroke and grind into her, going harder and deeper with every thrust.
Soon I feel her pussy getting ready to come. “There it is. Let it come, Allie. I’ve got you,” I tell her.
Two more pumps and she’s coming. Her mouth is pressed against my shoulder, her teeth biting into me as the sensations pulse and wash through her. That muffled scream against my skin is music to my ears.
“God yes, Allie, come all over my cock like that. Give me every bit of it like a good girl…”
With her tight pussy still contracting all around me, the pressure in my spine and my balls swell to almost painful levels. I ram into her, pushing her up the mattress with the force of my thrusts, until I’m coming. The pleasure rips out of me like speeding bullets, lightning-hot ropes of come exploding out of me and firing into her. I pulse over and over, cursing as I do, filling her up, marking my territory. Claiming her as mine.
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“Why did you leave?” Allie is in my arms, both of us panting after our intense orgasms. Her head lifts off my arm, making me glance down. She’s looking up at me, a slight frown on her once-sated face.
“Why wouldn’t you let me go?” she queries in return.
“Because you would have gone to the authorities and turned me in.”
She sighs, her warm, wet breath dampening my skin. “You know, they say that one of the traits of Stockholm syndrome is that the victims won’t testify or go against their aggressors.”
I snort. “Somehow I don’t think you would have held back.”
I hear the smile in her voice as she responds. “No, I wouldn’t have. You deserved to be punished for what you did. But when you threatened me with being part of the group…that changed everything.”
“Is that why you left? Because we planted the evidence?”
She takes a few moments before she answers me. “No. That didn’t have anything to do with it. But it spurred my decision to do what I had to do to get away from you.”
Unable to take it any longer, I burrow down and face her, holding her as I keep us eye to eye, mouth to mouth. “Why, Allie?” I plead. “After what we’d shared together, why the fuck did you leave me?”
She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. “Because you wouldn’t let me go, Lucas. And it wasn’t right for you to keep me there, especially after you’d assured your safety after planting that evidence.”
I shake my head at her. “You’re telling me you left because of some…”
“Principle? Yes. What you were doing was wrong.” She’s silent for a few moments. “I’d do it again if I had the opportunity.”
I roll over on top of her, every male instinct I have urging me to keep her cornered…contained…captive. “You think you’re going to leave me now? That I’m going to let you slip away again?” I grind my hardening cock against her.
Allie wraps her legs around my hips, welcoming me. “If I get the chance, maybe,” she whispers.
I have to close my eyes so she can’t see the fear those words cause. Leaning down, I inhale her scent, then flick out my tongue to taste her. Bite her as I enter her.
“Just maybe? Why not yes?”
She’s silent for so long, I pull away, prepared to force her to answer me.
“Because I’m not sure I want to.”
And with that, we’re lost in each other once again.
Chapter 33
Allie
Over the next week, Lucas and I fall into a routine of sorts, one that’s underlined by some type of unspoken truce. He doesn’t ask me about the money, and I don’t ask him to leave.
We do things now, things “real couples” do, and we have fun doing it. So far we’ve cooked together, exercised together, and we’ve even gone grocery shopping together. The cooking part isn’t easy to do in my tiny kitchen, but we make it work. It actually works too well. The close quarters of the kitchen means that we’re constantly rubbing against each other as we reach for this or that, and that rubbing inevitably leads to other things.
Being together again is as easy as falling asleep…or waking up, as it were. Everything that was good about us from before finds its way back to the us in the here and now. We laugh, we argue, we share silence, and we sleep together.
Sometimes I find myself watching him throughout the day, trying to decide if he’s a good guy underneath all the bad, or if he’s a bad guy playing at being good while he’s here with me.
After two days of spending far too many hours thinking about which one he is, I come to an important conclusion: I don’t care. Instead, I’m going to enjoy his company while I can. We have a day of reckoning coming, him as well as me, but it’s not going to be today, and hopefully not tomorrow. So until then, I’m going to relax and live in the moment, and try very hard not to fall in love with him.
Or rather, not any more than I already am. Because I am. I know that now.
But I don’t kid myself that we’re going to have some happily ever after. Lucas is, after all, a thief. A criminal. And no matter what I feel for him, I couldn’t live knowing that at any moment he could be caught and put into prison for the rest of his life.
So I do what so many other women do…I enjoy him for the here and now, knowing that at some point in the near future, I’m going to have to pay my dues. I just hope they won’t cost too much.
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We haven’t spoken much today, no doubt that last week’s confessions are still echoing in our minds. I’m at the kitchen table working on an adult coloring book (which sounds dirty, but it’s not) when he calls my name.
“Allie.” I jump when I hear him, not realizing he’s there. He’s staring at me. My gaze sweeps over him, noticing how serious he looks.
“Jeez, you creeper. How long have you been there?”
“Are you done in here?” he asks, ignoring my question.
I nod. “I can be. What’s wrong?”
His eyes droop a little bit. I sneak a glance down his body, and things become a little clearer. “Come on.”
Lucas takes my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. I know by now that it’s futile to try to fight him. Instead, I let him undress me, taking off all my clothes while he remains fully dressed. It makes me feel weak and submissive. And hot—very, very hot.
“Do I need a safe word?” I ask, trying to lighten his dark mood.
He just barely stops the slight smile from forming. “Mmmm no. Actually, you can say no all you want.” He’s laying me down as he crawls up my body, still completely clothed. “But I’m not going to listen to you, and you know that.”
He looks up and down my naked body before his mouth takes mine. I don’t hate kissing him; I hate how much I love kissing him. I love his taste. I love how he moves his
tongue around mine, leading it in this dance that only he is allowed to choreograph. I love how his lips control mine, owning me. I love it all, and I hate myself for loving it.
“Do me a favor, princess,” he says in that sensual, demanding voice that gets me so wet. “Put your hands up above your head and don’t bring them down.” The command excites me, so much that I feel a rush of heavy arousal move through me. I move my hands above my head like he asked, and then he begins to caress me all up and down my body. He has to remind me more than once to put my hands back up and to keep them there.
His mouth starts to move then, tasting me everywhere. I’m treated to openmouthed kisses on my neck; I feel the sting of the hot suck and biting teeth on my neck. I twist, trying to push myself against him, needing something hard to rub against. I want to feel him against me.
His lips are at my ear, his breath hot as it hits my skin. “You’re being such a good girl, princess, but I want you to stay still for me. No rubbing, no bucking.” He looks at me until I nod.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, not sure where the word sir comes from.
His mouth moves to my breasts, and oh, oh… I stay only partially still until he lies on me, holding me down so I can’t move. He sucks my breast into his mouth, sucking hard until he pops the nipple as he releases me. He goes from one to the other, then back, starting all over again. “Lucas,” I moan, “I have to move. Please let me move…” I beg, trying to push him into giving me what I need.
He lifts his mouth and looks at me. “I told you no,” he reminds me, “and I meant it. Do. Not. Move.” I stomp a foot on the mattress in anger. He grabs my thigh and wraps my leg around his hip, revealing a cheek for him to slap. Hard.
His eyes glitter while he looks at me. He’s so tense, so serious. “Do you understand yet, princess? You do only what I tell you to do. You obey me, in all ways.”
I lick my lips, panting. “Can I talk at all?”
He leans back down and gives me a hot suck and swirl inside of my mouth. I moan when he moves away, exhaling a breath as I do. “You can say please, you can say my name, and you can say thank you,” he tells me, punctuating the commands with kisses. “That’s it.”
“Oh god,” I whisper, then get treated to another slap. It hurts, but the fact that he does it makes me even hotter.
He’s waiting for me to respond, to show him I understand his directions. I nod, biting down hard on my lips as I do. His eyes get that glacial look again, a cold heat flaring inside of him. He goes back to my breasts, sucking on my nipples and swirling his tongue around them. I gasp out his name, then beg him to please, please, please…please… He laughs at me, humming against my nipples. He’s learned exactly how sensitive they are.
I need him, any part of him, every part of him. I need his mouth and his fingers and his cock playing with me, pressing into me, spreading me open and taking me hard and deep, rough and filthy. I need to bring my arms down so I can grab handfuls of his hair, making him do what I need him to do.
The words “please” and “Lucas” are dropping out of my mouth with every breath. I fight from saying the other words I want to say, like I love you and don’t leave me. Thankfully, he finally drops between my legs, spreading me out for him.
“You okay, baby? Not going to come, are you?” He licks my thigh, so close to my pussy.
“Noooo,” I whine. “I’m so close, Lucas. I need you to touch me so bad. Please, please…”
He bites the spot inside of my thigh that he just licked, jolting me to awareness. “You’re not allowed to come, Allie, no matter how bad you want to. I’m the one that tells you when you can.”
I cry out in my need. “I don’t think I can do this,” I whimper. And I truly don’t. What he’s doing to me is madness—pure, carnal madness. He leans up and moves my hands back to where they’re supposed to be. He doesn’t answer me, using his mouth to kiss me instead, his lips and tongue telling me everything I need to know.
His hand rests between my legs, finally pressing into where I need it the most. I cry out at how good it feels. “It’s so fucking hot teasing you, Allie.” His fingers press into me, putting no pressure on my clit but still holding me securely. He slowly curls his fingertips and lightly tests to see how wet I am, moaning into my ear. “Stay still, baby. Just let me feel your wet little cunt for a minute…”
I cry out again as his words wipe away whatever control I had. But it can’t hide the sensation of his finger sliding into me, slowly, so slowly. “Lucas,” I beg him.
“Fuck, Allie, you’re so fucking wet. I bet it tastes so good.”
I bite my lip, hoping the pain will keep me from grinding into his hand or squeezing my walls on his finger, either of which will trigger an orgasm.
He squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. “I own this pussy, Allie. You know that, right? And from now on, you don’t come till I tell you. Do you understand?” I answer him with a flutter of my lashes and a broken moan. It’s all I can manage.
“Shit, you got so fucking wet when I said that, Allie. I felt your pussy. It loves what I’m doing. I knew it would—I knew this cunt has been waiting for me to control it.”
If I close my eyes, I’ll come, and I don’t want to. I want to obey him.
“Everything I say, every dirty thing I say, I can feel what it does to your pussy. You were made for this. God, why did I wait so long?” He drops his head and nips at my knee. “I’m going to take my finger out now. I’m going to go slow. Let it come out, but don’t come.”
I nod, feeling the way he’s controlling me, loving it. Loving it.
His eyes flare with hunger as he looks at me. “After I take my finger out, I’m going to lick it clean, then I’m going to kiss you so you can taste it. After that, you’re going to get on your knees, and you’re going to suck my cock,” he tells me, watching me as he says it. “You haven’t done that yet, and I’m ready to fuck that mouth of yours.”
“Yes,” I wail, his words so filthy and erotic.
“Fuck, you loved me saying that… Okay, princess, be a good girl now and hold still.” He pulls out of me, and I’m able to hold off my orgasm. He sucks on his finger while I watch him, feeling drunk on what’s happening, on what he’s doing to me. Or not doing to me.
“I’m so fucking proud of you. It’ll calm down and pretty soon it’ll just be a nasty little ache. You’ll forget all about it in a little while.” I try to control my breathing, coming down from the high of a near orgasm and the bigger high of being told no.
He leans in and slides his hands on the back of my head gently, reverently. “You ready now, baby?” he asks. “I need you so bad.” He helps me get off the bed and get positioned on my knees, instructing me to keep my hips from moving. “I’ll be watching you, so don’t misbehave.”
He sits forward, his elbows on his knees, cupping my face. “I’ll help you, okay? Just listen to my voice.” He leans back, spreading his legs. He reaches down and unzips his jeans, tugging out his cock. It’s hot and hard and juts outward, begging for attention.
Keeping my eyes on him, I lean forward and lap at the tip of his cock. He groans, then begins to encourage me with quiet praise. Soon, the instructions begin pouring out of him.
Get it wet, Allie. Lick it from the base up to the tip.
That spot right there, that’s it. Flick your tongue over that. Never ignore that spot.
Cup my balls and squeeze them. Not too hard, but don’t be too gentle. No, baby, you won’t hurt me.
Now open your mouth, wider, and slide me in. Yeah, I know I’m big, just take what you can and use your hand on the rest.
That’s right, bob your head back and forth. Eyes up here. When you start to suck like that, you always watch me.
Oh fuck Allie, you’re so good. Your hot little mouth…try and take it deeper.
Fuck yes, just like that. You’re doing so good, baby. I’m going to come soon.
Fuck, how did you do that? You filthy girl, taking that much of my cock in
your mouth.
Keep stroking like that and I’ll come. You want it? Fuck yes you do…
Here it is, baby, get ready. I want you to swallow it all down, okay?
Oh yes, oh yes, here it is, baby, here it is, ah fuck, fuck, Allie, fuck yes…suck it, suck it down.
Good girl, fuck you’re such a good girl…
I keep him in my mouth, swallowing madly and then holding still while he comes down from his orgasm. He’s leaning back on his elbows, his head thrown back, muttering curses over and over. When he looks at me, his eyes are glowing, trapping me, bending me to his will.
He grabs my arms, pulling me up on the bed with him, laying me down so he can lie on top. He’s got one hand on my cheek, looking at me with awe. “I don’t even know what to say. That was…that was beyond anything I’ve ever had in my life.” He pants, giving me little kisses all over.
I’m proud to have made this strong man so weak he can barely talk. That my little mouth brought him to his knees. I feel this way even knowing how fucked-up it is.
Chapter 34
Lucas
I wake Allie up by fucking her. I’ve got serious morning wood, so I’m already halfway there before I even go in. I’m able to slide in because she’s still so wet from the night before. I wait a little bit till I feel her pussy start to swell and weep, and then I pump, making sure not to hit her more sensitive areas before I groan and curse as I come. Sick bastard that I am, I fucking love denying her while letting myself come. It’s a rush of power, of victory. I had no idea how much I would love denying her like this.
She gives a little moan when she realizes what’s happened. I can’t help but chuckle when I hear it. “You love it, don’t you, baby. You love it when I take it, and you love it when I make you give it up,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to take everything, Allie, but you’re going to give it to me first.”
“I need it now,” she moans, still a little drowsy.
After I’ve cleaned her up, I smile at my sleepy, impatient girl. “It’s early. Close your eyes for a while longer.” I snuggle with her, feeling her doze off.