It’s mine.
She’s fucking mine.
Blake was ready to devour her. His muscles rippled and shook, fingers flexing on either side of his hips. Something gave him momentary pause, though. Maybe it was the fiercer than usual struggle from Autumn or the fact that they hadn’t spoken about Ian’s text. God, everything non-sex related between them had a giant question mark stamped over it. Was she going to renew her visa? If she stayed, could this ever realistically last longer than three dates? Whatever the uncertainty, he felt compelled to remind her she was safe. Always safe with him.
“What’s wrong, Blondie?” He razed his teeth up the side of her neck. “You were expecting your new home to be nicer, weren’t you? Maybe some gold leaf furniture?”
At the mention of her safe word, Autumn’s struggles ceased. They both breathed heavily, the sound like gun shots through a silencer in the quiet apartment. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, he allowed himself a split second of tenderness before clapping a hand over her mouth, lifting her off the floor and lumbering toward his bedroom. He didn’t want false hope. Didn’t want to watch her pretend to return his infatuation, if it was all just in his head. No. This is what they had that he could count on. That she could count on. And Autumn must have understood that, because she began to struggle again.
Blake carried her, thrashing and screaming into his bedroom. Once inside, he waited for her to see what he’d set up before he got her for their date. After his terrible treatment of her last time she was inside this apartment, he’d been reasonable with his expectations for the night. Yeah, there was every chance she could decide he didn’t deserve her body—and want to go home after Krav. That said, he couldn’t be in her presence for any length of time without needing to fuck. He knew Autumn was no different. Not with this mutual kink spread out in front of them like a playground.
He knew the exact second Autumn saw the pictures taped to his bedroom wall, just over the nightstand. Her body went limp but he could see the pulse point at the base of her neck going wild, she was a baby deer secretly thrilled at being trapped in the headlights.
Normally, Blake only used the camera of his cell phone to send his clients pictures of their works in progress, so he’d been somewhat new to stalking with the damn thing. But he’d managed to get three of Autumn, without her being the wiser. Two from the corner across from her job, after he’d left her standing with Owen. Another from their first date night, walking in front of him in the too-short, too-tight red dress and heels. Finally, he’d drawn several rough sketches of her in various states of undress, taping them haphazardly to the wall around the cell phone shots he’d printed.
“Y-you,” she stammered. “You’ve been…?”
“That’s right. I’ve been planning this for a while.”
He pushed her face-down over the bed, keeping her pinned with a hand to the center of her back. With her cheek pressed to the comforter, she watched Blake from the corner of her eye. He stepped more clearly into her line of vision and stroked himself through his pants. “I know every fucking thing about you. Your route to work. How you take your coffee. Your work schedule. The fact that no one will notice you missing for a couple of days.” Blake dropped forward, supporting himself with one elbow on the bed as he licked straight up the center of her ass, wetting the material and savoring her shocked whimper. “Might have to risk people noticing you’re gone, though, won’t I? Can’t see me getting my fill anytime soon. I’m going to wear my cock out taking you.”
“What do you want?” She tried to turn over on the bed, but Blake held firm, drawing a frustrated sound. “I can give you anything besides…beside me.”
Blake chuckled. “Then you can’t give me anything. I’ll have to take it.”
“Please. This isn’t fair.”
“Fair?” Blake straightened and started to unfasten his belt, whipping it through the straps. Her ass muscles clenched up in anticipation, probably expecting him to bring the leather down. He drew her wrists back, instead, securing them together at the small of her back. And while she sucked in gulps of oxygen, trying to get free, Blake laid a resounding slap on her backside, hard and unexpected enough to make her scream. “Fair is giving up what you’ve been advertising, Blondie. That’s fair.”
Blake’s cock was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants. He unzipped with a grunt and left it free to escape through the V of material and settle on the waistband. Keeping Autumn in his line of sight—her beauty and absolute trust gave him no choice—he went to his dresser, taking out the only silk tie he owned. The one he’d bought for their first date, while wondering if he was being a fool. She stiffened at his approach, but he wasted no time wrenching the pants down her legs, revealing the taut swells of her ass and the stretched out thong between them. Heat licked at his temples, the insides of his veins.
Fuck her, fuck her. Take. Show her you’re the only man who satisfies her.
He wouldn’t take her yet though. There were boundaries that needed to be pushed first. Ones that she’d trusted him to test and he ached to obliterate.
Autumn was pantsless, fighting her wrist bonds and hiccupping pleas in front of him, looking like a dark porn video beckoning from the far reaches of the internet to make men feel both horny and guilty. But Blake felt nothing but lust and responsibility as he knelt down, gathering Autumn’s kicking ankles and tying them together with silk.
“You’d like me to part those whore cheeks and fuck you now, isn’t that right?” He traced his index finger down her backside. “Deep down, you want to be the reason for that one sickening moment only men have to go through. The one where we’re living for nothing but getting the come out. The moment you drive me to every hour while I look at your pretty pictures.”
Blake slid an arm beneath Autumn’s waist, taking note of her dilated pupils, the intense, pink flush of her skin. The shallowness of her breath. He lifted her off the bed, keeping her aloft in one arm.
“There’s some relief. But it builds right back up, doesn’t it? The pressure you cause, Blondie. And then I’m back to looking at the pictures and rubbing my cock raw. A vicious fucking cycle that’s your fault. You and this body you flaunt all over town.” He kicked open his closet door, laughing against Autumn’s ear when she started to sputter. “This isn’t going to be over fast, like you were hoping. No, you’re going to spend some time thinking about what you’ve done.”
Her middle twisted, her feet seeking the floor. “Don’t put me in there. You can’t. Please.”
“Shut up, Blondie. I can do whatever I want.”
Blake couldn’t quite bring himself to toss her in like a rag doll, but he was rough as he secured her beside an upright suitcase in the bottom of the closet. The second he let her go, her neck seemed to lose power and her head hit the wall with a thunk. Blake almost jumped to cushion the light blow after the fact, but then he saw the moisture between her thighs. It was slicking her folds beneath her thong and gleaming on the insides of her legs. Jesus Christ, and he thought she’d been hot back in the gym…
“Goddamn, if your hands were free, you’d be fingering that little pearl between your legs, wouldn’t you?” Blake reached down and captured her chin. “Listen, carefully. You’re here to be my personal fuck princess. I’m going to take you as hard and as often as I want and any enjoyment you get out of it will be an accident.” He loosened his hold and gripped the knob on the closet door, preparing to close it. “Now be a good girl and think about all the ways you owe me.”
“Uh…um.” She found her voice just before the door closed, but it was rusted and hoarse. “Wait—”
He shut her in the tiny space before a half-smile caught him off guard. Good Lord. He’d just locked a woman in his closet and he wanted to grin. It made sense, though. Nothing made him happier than knowing Autumn was almost too turned on to be a convincing hostage. Blake stood outside the closet for a full minute, just in case Autumn so much as whispered the words gold leaf. The longer she went
without saying them, choosing instead to shuffle around like a trapped mouse, the harder it was for Blake to breathe, to concentrate on anything but the full, burning pressure gathering in his groin. In that moment, he was the jailer and he had his prisoner bound and ready to give him relief. Relief that felt somehow physical and mental at the same time. Yes, the pumping on either side of his forehead and the clutch in his throat were new. Specific to the now. To Autumn.
Following his instincts, Blake toed the closet door open a couple of inches. He caught a sliver of Autumn’s face, tight with excitement before he walked slowly to the bedside table. He ripped the picture of her in the red dress off the wall, the severing tape slicing through the silence. He slapped the photo down on the table and tossed away his shirt, leaving himself bare-chested. Then he wrapped a hand around his cock, concentrating on the spot in the picture where Autumn’s hem licked the backs of her thighs. Hunger slunk low into his stomach, drawing his balls up tight to his body. Blake had no choice but to beat off. Hard. Did it make the need more urgent knowing Autumn was watching him from the closet floor? Only about a thousand times more urgent. More wrong. More right. More them.
“Look what you do to me.” He choked the base and slid his fisted hand roughly to the tip, squeezing a bead of moisture from the tip. “Look at it, you teasing little brat.”
Autumn’s breath see-sawed in and out. “L-let me out of here and we can discuss it?”
“Discuss it? Sure.” Blake’s laugh lacked all humor. His fist found a rough rhythm in its journey up and down his length. “First let’s talk about that wetness dripping down your legs.”
She shuffled around some. “I’m…n-not sure I’m open to that.”
“No?” Blake braced a hand on the wall and chanced a look at the closet, finding Autumn watching him in a daze. “If you want out of the closet, you need to admit you get off on making my cock hard, all day and night. I want to hear those words come out of your smartass mouth.”
It took Autumn a moment to respond. “If I say that, what will you do?”
“I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for.” Blake groaned as a spear of pleasure hit its mark, sending unbearable, sticky heat to the lowest section of his belly, making him stroke faster. “I’ll teach you a lesson for wearing a dress so tight, I can see the outline of your pussy when I zoom in. Unless you admit you wore it for me. You knew I’d be watching.”
“No, I didn’t,” she protested, sounding winded. “I had no idea.”
“You always know.”
“No—”
Blake cut her off with a groan. A clamp tightened around the base of his spine and the outer edges of his vision began to spark. Operating on an instinct he’d never thought he’d show another person, he picked up the photo with his free hand and licked it, top to bottom, listening to the muffled whimpers coming from the closet.
“Please,” Autumn wailed. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what, Blondie? Finish myself off?” Blake tossed the photo down on the bedside table, fixing a hand on the wall and angling himself over the likeness of Autumn, his fist jerking at high speed, preparing to defile the red dress. “Why? You want it for yourself?”
“No!”
Blake gave a strained laugh. “Tell you what, Blondie. Admit you want me to save it for your tight, taunting pussy, admit that’s what you’ve wanted all along, and you can have it.”
“I’ve wanted it.”
“Louder,” he growled.
“I’ve wanted it.”
Blake was across the room in one lunge, jerking open the closet door to find Autumn on her knees, teeth marks on her lower lip. She was a human tangle, her thighs shaking, her shirt twisted and hiked up. He took a mental snapshot of her unimaginable beauty, the vulnerability and strength of her, before dropping to his own knees. Pain? What pain? He could be missing his fucking leg and he would have found a way to kneel in front of her. To join himself with this girl.
Unable to spend another moment without being inside her, Blake reached just beyond her shoulder and knocked the piece of luggage sideways, dragging it close.
“Turn around and bend over the suitcase. Ass high. You’ll get your first fuck in the closet for making me impatient.”
Autumn’s knees skidded as she turned awkwardly on the floor, a shudder passing through her head to toe. With her wrists and ankles tied together, she could only fall forward over the suitcase, her blonde hair covering her face, a curtain of light in the darkness that was their game. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
Blake positioned his knees outsides hers, taking his cock in hand and using the weight of it to slap her ass cheeks a few times. “Prisoners don’t get a say, Blondie. But it’s cute listening to you try.” He dragged the tip of his cock through the split of her ass, stopping at her drenched pussy and rubbing it there. Grinding it. Growling like a fiend. “Mine.” The word came straight from the core of him, imploring and desperate and commanding all at once. “Mine, Autumn. My…Autumn.”
The admission left him so stripped, he almost took it back until he felt her fingers flex between their bodies. She had limited use of her hands, but she used it to caress the skin of his stomach, slowly. Not the same as having Autumn make a claim on him, but more than he could have hoped for. More than he needed to stay grounded in the moment with her.
Blake sunk his teeth into her shoulder and drove his cock deep, until he could go no further. He began to pump inside her, slowly at first but his thrusts rapidly grew faster. The slick friction, her sharp inhale, the bounce of her ass where it slapped his stomach…all these things happened at once, shooting Blake to the end of his rope. Already. Fucking already, even though he’d been inside her only hours earlier. That trickle of frustration was what he needed to bring Autumn along and he embraced it.
“What kind of girl gets this wet for her kidnapper?” Blake reached around her hip and spread her perfectly excessive moisture in circles around her clit. Just as she began to moan, pressing herself against his touch, Blake drew his hand back and slapped her between the thighs—hard. “Yes. What would your mommy and daddy say about their twisted little girl?”
“I don’t know,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop.”
“Better yet…” Knives sharpened themselves inside of Blake, heightening his hunger, his slippery ride of Autumn’s body, but most of all, his possessiveness. That particular blade rose up and stabbed him between the shoulder blades. “Better yet, what would that asshole ex-boyfriend of yours say? If he could see you now, getting what you’ve needed all along? Getting something he was too much of a selfish limp dick to give you.”
He gathered Autumn’s hair in a fist and continued to ride, to thrust, the smell of their attraction turning to musk in the air.
“I don’t care what he’d say,” she whispered, arching her back. “I only care about this.”
Blake cared, though. He cared a fuck ton. If Autumn was his, he’d eventually learn to get over the jealousy. Be the bigger man, because he’d earned the girl. As of now, though, he hadn’t earned her, had he? He had the illusion and he would cling to it, for as long as he could. “I won’t stop, Blondie,” he rasped, giving her pussy a series of quick slaps. “But you’re going to say the name of the man who brings it. Brings what the fuck you need.”
“Blake,” she sobbed. “Blake.”
They were halfway to dropping the act and he didn’t care. No, he relished the fact that they had a breaking point. That something real couldn’t help but bleed through. “Who’s bigger, Autumn? In every goddamn way?”
“You.”
“My fucking name, Blondie.” Blake pumped deep and held, sawing his middle finger against Autumn’s clit. “Who will drop a grand on your dinner and still fuck you like a slut? Say the name.”
“Blake!”
Her pussy began to ripple and constrict around his cock, the muscles in her back and shoulders firming up and thank Christ, because if he had to go another minute without coming, it was g
oing to shave years off his life. She was the most incredible thing he could imagine, her body bound and writhing between him and the suitcase. Mind-blowing and delicate and fierce. Knowing she was poised right on the edge, he took her clit between two knuckles and dragged them up and back on either side, his hips slapping over and over against her bent over ass.
“Get used to this, dirty girl. I’m going to keep you in my closet. Only take you out when I get horny. What will that make you? My personal what?”
“F-fuck princess.” She heaved a scream, her body trembling, milking his cock so hard, Blake couldn’t contain his own grunt of pleasure. “Oh my God.”
With Autumn safely over her peak, Blake followed, every molecule seeming to drain from his body, starting in his head, centering at his groin and flowing down, down, like fast-forwarded sand in an hourglass. There was a stunning, undeniable need to get as close as possible to Autumn, the source of his everything in that moment. So he hunched forward, wrapping both arms around her heaving middle, yanking her back into his lap for one final thrust, his throat muscles straining from the force of his shout. Just when Blake thought there was nothing left to give, she grinded back and tempted another spurt from his body, the warmth of it dripping and clinging to her inner thighs, his stomach.
Blake was still trying to find his footing in the wake of what they’d done when Autumn began to cry. Not loudly, but the small, soft sobs of someone who was utterly lost. Panic sliced his throat and his hands flew to the belt binding her wrists, unlooping it in record time before he moved to the silk around her ankles.
“Goddammit, Fun-Size.” He brought her against his chest, shoving her hair out of the way so he could see her face. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Autumn gave him a watery smile. “No. I swear you didn’t. It’s just the release of it all, you know? There was all this…I don’t know, like, a buildup, and now there isn’t. I’m just floating.”
Blake slumped back onto the floor in relief, taking Autumn with him. Without missing a beat, she turned sideways in his lap, throwing her freed legs over his thigh and wrapping both arms around his neck. Blake didn’t know what the hell he was meant to do now. There was a crying female in his lap, but she was happy, but it still seemed as though she required comforting.
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