BEND ME: A Dark Romance

by Leah Wilde

  It was their first kiss, and it felt like the only one in Fiona’s life that had ever mattered.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Does that answer your question?” Vince asked.

  Fiona couldn’t stop herself. She knew they had business to attend to, urgent matters to deal with, but nothing felt as urgent as the suddenly overwhelming need to crash into Vince, to pull his body into hers as deeply as it could go.

  “Yes, it does,” she whispered softly into the space between their mouths before she reconnected their lips, biting her way into Vince’s mouth until she could taste him. God, she felt like she’d been waiting for this for years, like her body had been aching to meet his for her whole life. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She was starving for his touch, for the blazing sensation of his fingers trailing over her skin. She had to have it. It didn’t matter if her life was in danger, if time was running out, or if the world itself was ending. She needed to have him inside of her, as soon as possible.

  “Mm, Jesus,” Vince murmured into her mouth, biting lightly at her bottom lip and making her moan out in pleasure, his hands wandering down her back to grab at her ass before shoving up the hem of her shirt to get at the bare skin of her back.

  It took Fiona a couple of seconds to notice that she was moving, backing up, but her body seemed to know what it was doing, leading Vince back over to the bed as her hands clawed their way into his shirt and scratched at his back, matching the motions of his hands on hers. “Take off your fucking clothes,” Vince grunted into her mouth as soon as they reached the bed, collapsing on the mattress together as though their bodies were already joined together.

  A little chill of excitement ran down Fiona’s spine as a result of the hard, commanding tone in Vince’s voice. This was Vince the Dom, taking back his proper position of control in the bedroom. When she didn’t rush to comply fast enough, his hands tore her shirt off her body, flinging it off to the other side of the room and then immediately beginning work on her pants. “Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ,” Fiona sighed out, her breath coming out hard and fast as Vince yanked both her jeans and her underwear down her legs, tossing them away and then ripping her bra off her body. Some of her clothing might have gotten torn in as a result of Vince’s overeager movements, but Fiona really didn’t care at this point. It was wonderful to be naked under him, his hand immediately shoving her thighs apart and moving to the wet, hot space between her legs.

  “Yeah, you already wet for me, baby?” Vince asked before sinking his head in between her head and shoulder, nipping at her neck with his sharp teeth. He slipped the tip of his finger inside of her hole.

  “Fuck, yes, yes,” Fiona groaned, slinging her arm across her face and biting into her own skin just to keep herself from screaming too loudly and alerting her father to what was going on. But honestly, she knew she couldn’t hold herself back for too much longer, not when even the barest tip of Vince’s finger felt huge inside of her tight space, spreading her open slowly but surely. A spasm of pleasure overtook her body as his thumb swiped across her throbbing clit, giving her a small, teasing reminder of what was to come. “Goddammit, yes,” she breathed out, reaching down to grab Vince’s hand and encourage him to sink his finger deeper inside of her.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s a good fucking girl,” Vince grunted into her ear. He licked at her earlobe, biting it lightly before dragging his tongue up the entire length of her ear, sending shivers down her spine that made her moan and whimper, caught in a vortex between overwhelming pleasure and teasing, taunting pain. It was perfect. It was everything that she wanted, but her body hungered for more.

  “Sir,” Fiona whispered, groaning a little as Vince bit harder onto her neck, sucking lightly to soothe the pain he’d caused a moment earlier. “Sir, can you remove your clothes? Please? For me?”

  Vince paused, his mouth lingering over the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hitting her flesh and making her squirm a little under his weight. “You want me to?” he finally whispered into her skin.

  “Yes, sir,” Fiona answered, rubbing the back of Vince’s neck and tangling her fingers into his hair. “I really want to see you. I really want that.”

  “Okay,” he murmured before giving her a soft, gentle kiss right under her ear and then pulling back, sitting up on the bed to pull his clothes off, much more slowly and methodically than he’d done for Fiona’s clothing.

  In the darkness of twilight, it took Fiona a couple of seconds before she could make out the details of his body, the firmness of his chest, the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles, the veins sticking out prominently from his skin. So she reached forward again, brushing her hands up against his stomach and chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles straining underneath his flesh. He held so much power in his body, so much strength. She wanted him to use all of it on her, to test the limits of her body, to experiment with how much force she could really take. Fiona’s mouth watered as she drank in every last detail of his torso, watching his beautiful hands moved as he unbuckled his pants as well. I can take him, she thought, shivering in anticipation and a little fear as he threw off the last of his clothing and leaned over her again, bracing his weight on his hands, which were pressed down into the mattress on either side of her head. I can take all of him, Fiona thought, feeling his hard dick press up against her upper thigh, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as he slipped two fingers inside of her this time.

  His fingers started just by slowly moving in and out of her opening, spreading her wetness around inside of her until she felt like she was leaking down onto his digits. “Shit. Fuck me, baby,” Fiona murmured under her breath, the words leaving her mouth as easily as air. She felt no shame here. No embarrassment or worry or anxiety about looking good or coming across as confident. She was totally in Vince’s capable hands, his body sworn to protect and take care of hers. There was nothing to worry about here. Here, at least, she was safe, even if they weren’t in the playroom.

  “Yeah, you’re so tight for me. You suck me right in,” Vince whispered into her ear, brushing some of her hair out of the way so he could latch his mouth onto the other side of her neck, giving it the same attention as the right side, licking at her skin until her whole body was trembling, her cunt clutching tighter around his fingers, dragging them in deeper as her hips lurched into motion beneath his.

  “Please fuck me. Please, I’m ready; I can take it,” Fiona rambled, turning her head to kiss the side of Vince’s face, pressing her lips insistently against his neck until he turned his head to firmly press their mouths together, his tongue dipping inside of her just as his fingers slipped in deeper, pressing up against her inner walls, right against the most sensitive nub inside of her.

  “Shh, shh, shh,” Vince whispered into her ear before sliding his lips over her cheeks and nose, going back down to her mouth. “You’ve got to be patient, darling. You know I’ll take good care of you.”

  “Yes,” Fiona agreed, a smile fighting its way onto her face despite everything. She felt so warm inside, maybe even a little bubbly as Vince dropped soft, gentle kisses over her chin, down her neck, traveling down to her chest so he could lick and kiss and pull lightly at her nipples. “You do.”

  “Mm, you taste so fucking good,” Vince murmured into Fiona’s chest, his free hand coming up to scratch his way up her stomach, pausing to grab at the side of her hip, his nails digging hard into her skin. “So fucking hot.”

  “Thank you,” Fiona whimpered in response, the pain from his fingernails transforming into a tingling pleasure that sent sparks shooting throughout her entire nervous system. “Mm, oh, shit!” she cried out as Vince bent his fingers inside of her, his fingertips rubbing up against some bundle of sensitive nerves on her innermost wall. “Ugh, Jesus, please!”

  “What? What is it? What do you want?” Vince asked, returning to hover over her head, staring her directly in the eyes as he began to pump his fingers in and out, twisting them on every couple of strokes
so that he stimulated different areas inside of her cunt. “You want this?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes, please, I want it so bad,” Fiona moaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow behind her and sobbing out a string of groans that made her sound pathetic and desperate, which she supposed was accurate at this point. Her thigh muscles had started trembling, her legs shaking on either side of Vince’s arm. He started moving a little faster, twisting his fingers around inside of her until there was room for a third one, spreading her open so wide that she felt like her body was being remade, remolded into the shape that would best fit Vince’s cock. She felt like she was being teased to the point of insanity, her whole body beginning to shake a little as Vince went impossibly deeper into her pussy. Vince seemed to interpret her body’s cues as signifying that she was ready for more, as he slid his way back down her body, keeping his hand in place as he began to lick and suck at her clit.

  “Mm, so sweet. So fucking sweet, aren’t you?” Vince muttered into her cunt, taking one of her labia into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could, his teeth creating just the barest edge of delicious pain as he rocked his mouth back and forth, pushing her clit up and down while his fingers sped up inside of her, fucking into her harder than before.

  “Shit. Fucking shit goddammit,” Fiona mindlessly moaned, exhaling forcefully as Vince began to move his fingers in wide, deliberate circles, just as his tongue pressed down harder onto her clitoral region, making her aware of nerve endings that she’d never felt before. She felt so hot between her legs, like there was this secret oven inside of her and Vince had finally found the “on” switch, building a huge fire inside of her that just spread wider and wider with every twitch of his fingers, with every swipe of his tongue.

  Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She had to have as much of Vince as she could possibly take. She bent her spine to lift her hips up in the air, her thighs squeezing Vince’s face probably a little hard as she clenched around him, taking him in deeper than ever before. “Fuck, yes, that’s right. That’s right. Eat my cunt. Please. Please fucking lick me open.”

  Vince chuckled into her sensitive flesh, giving her clit one last, lingering lick before he pulled his fingers out of her hole and replaced them with his tongue. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes said everything as he locked gazes with Fiona, his pupils blown wide and dark as he twirled his tongue inside of her, fucking her rhythmically while his hand traveled under her raised hips, playing around between her ass cheeks, tickling her and making her blush an even deeper red as he licked her inner juices.

  Fiona let her eyes slide shut, finally succumbing to the sensations that wrapped around her body like a coiled snake, squeezing her so hard that she felt like all of her organs were about to collapse. But it was good. God, it was so good. It was like she was wrapped up in this wonderfully tight, warm cocoon, meticulously built by Vince’s body, by his beautiful, wonderful, capable hands, her body’s energy building up and up and up until she could finally explode out of her bonds, spreading her wings and becoming her true self. That’s what this was all about. Vince was taking her body to the edge, giving it all his force, so she could transform into something stronger. Something more powerful than she’d ever been before.

  Vince’s tongue slowed down, moving in an excruciatingly teasing way in and out of her tight pussy, while the fingers of his other hand danced around her clit, never quite pressing down on it but pushing it this way and that, bringing her to the edge of screaming and then moving away again, leaving her desperate to come.

  Five minutes into this, Fiona felt exhausted, her sweat making her cling to the mattress beneath her, but she still couldn’t stop herself from moving, jerking her hips back and forth, back and forth, riding Vince’s face, all the while keeping intense eye contact with the man who was tongue-fucking her so thoroughly.

  “Ugh, yes, that’s it,” she groaned, lifting her hips up higher off the mattress as she kept moving herself to the limit, slamming her vulva into Vince’s mouth, his lips brushing up against all her sensitive areas while he licked deep inside of her. “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, baby, yes!”

  She felt herself building, climbing that hill inside of her, the sensations between her legs getting more and more intense, her chest feeling like it was about to collapse under the shining bright heat that kept growing inside of her. Vince’s tongue brushed up against her special spots, while his fingers danced over her clit, and she was so close, so fucking close, this close to coming when…

  Without warning, Vince pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and grinning as Fiona collapsed onto the bed, her limbs going limp and lifeless as disappointment crashed over her, her limbs shaking in the aftershocks of her almost-orgasm. “Ugh, fuck,” she groaned, wiping the sweat off her forehead and breathing raggedly just to get back to herself.

  But Vince wasn’t done with her, growling as he climbed his way back up her body, attacking her throat with his teeth and lips and tongue, sucking on the hollow at the base of her neck until she squealed pathetically, wrapping her arms around him. “You liked that?” Vince whispered into her ear before he bit down on her neck again, sucking so hard that it was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. But Fiona held herself back from the scream that wanted to rip out of her, biting down on her bottom lip to keep quiet, even though a weak whine still left her throat as Vince pulled his teeth away from her skin.

  Fiona inhaled shakily, blowing the breath out as Vince began to more gently stroke the sides of her body, trying to make some of the tension gathered in her muscles dissipate with his sweet, surprisingly soft touch. “Yeah, that was good,” Fiona whispered in response after a long pause of silence. “I want…more of it.”

  Vince chuckled softly and nodded, pressing their noses together as he stared deeply into her eyes. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you more. I’ve got a lot in store for you.”

  Fiona laughed lowly, her ribs practically sore with the effort after the workout Vince had just put her body through. “Oh, trust me, I didn’t doubt that for a second.”

  “Mm? Getting feisty with me, are you?” Vince asked, grinning down at her, his white sharp teeth bared like an animal. “You must want to be punished.”

  Fiona shivered a little, giggling bashfully as Vince’s grin got wider in response. “Maybe…” she said, smiling up at Vince and feeling like she didn’t have a single care in the world.

  Vince kissed her again, pulling on her lips and biting softly before he pulled away, staring into her eyes silently for a minute before he whispered, “Flip over.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Fiona rushed to comply with Vince’s command, sticking her ass up into the air as high as it could go without causing strain on her back, while she buried her head into a pillow, preparing herself to suppress the screams that were sure to follow as soon as Vince began spanking her.

  Vince’s hand dropped down onto Fiona’s ass softly, rubbing her cheeks until goosebumps prickled up all over her skin, but even after raking his fingernails over the sensitive skin, he didn’t spank her. He was silent and still for a full minute, making Fiona suspect that he was testing her patience. She held herself up as high as she could, straining her muscles in her eagerness to obey Vince’s wishes. She had a brief millisecond of warning before he finally struck her, spanking her so hard she skidded forward on the bed, nearly banging her head against the wall in the process.

  “Jesus Christ,” she muttered. “Thank you.”

  “Be quiet,” Vince instructed her. “Unless it’s to say your safe word, you’re to keep your mouth shut unless I’m kissing or fucking it. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” Fiona said.

  Vince seemed to hesitate before carrying on with the play session. “Red, yellow, green?” he asked, checking in to make sure that everything was okay.

  “Green, sir. Definitely, without a doubt, green,” she said, sticking her ass further out in wordless invitation for Vince to touch it or stroke it or
punish it again.

  “Good girl,” Vince whispered, running his hand up and down her spinal column a couple of times until she leaned her weight forward on her arms, giving her back a little bit of a break from the constant pressure. The next second, Vince wrapped his arm around her waist, helping Fiona stay up as he smacked his free hand against her ass again and again and again, sending hot pain up and down her quivering legs.

  Fiona was so tempted to groan, to let Vince know what a good job he was doing, but she needed to stay quiet, if only to fulfill her own personal mission to do exactly what Vince told her to do, to prove a point that she could hand over control even on one of the worst days of her life. Vince soothed her battered ass after every spank, rubbing over the inflamed area with his hand until she cooed lowly, giving him a reason to spank her again.

  “You just love taking it, don’t you?” Vince whispered, leaning over her back to kiss the back of her neck, licking a hot line of sensation down between her shoulder-blades. “You love feeling me slam into you, against you, on top of you. You love getting wrecked by me.”