by Penelope Sky
“You’re the one who told me I wouldn’t just want you once—but I wouldn’t stop wanting you. Looks like you made good on your word.” He put another piece of steak into his mouth and chewed, his hard jaw working while his eyes focused on my face.
“And you think that’s going to change in a few days?”
He kept chewing, the tension escalating between us. “There’s a good chance it won’t.”
“But you promised you would let me go.”
“I promised I would let you leave the house.”
“Is that not the same thing?”
He didn’t answer. “I told you I would never let you go, whether you’re in my captivity or not.”
“The second I’m out of here, you’ll have no power over me.”
“That’s what you think. But you’ve never been in the presence of real power.” He spoke with such confidence that I didn’t want to challenge him.
I was the daughter of a very powerful man. My uncle had the same influence, and I knew my mother didn’t take shit from anybody. But my family had walked away from a life of crime and danger. Their power was enforced by respect, not fear. Bones was different, a type of enemy I didn’t know how to combat.
“Eat your dinner. I don’t want you to be hungry later.” He dropped his gaze for the first time, looking down at his food. His muscles shifted and worked together to accommodate his movements. Even the slightest maneuvers forced his muscles to bulge noticeably. Not only was he a large man, but his muscles were ripped and tight. They were pulled close to his skeletal frame, making him an extremely heavy mass. I would know…since I’d been underneath him.
I picked up my fork and continued eating, knowing what was coming next once dinner was over. If he were any other man, the situation would make me sick to my stomach. But no matter how much I hated him, the truth couldn’t be denied.
I was attracted to him.
When I stepped into his bedroom, I spotted the red rug underneath his bed. His stone fireplace was larger than usual, reaching high off the ground so it could illuminate his entire bedroom. With dark wood furniture and paintings of the landscape around Lake Garda, I felt like I was hidden away in a chalet in Switzerland instead of a few hours outside of Milan.
My eyes moved to the bed, and that was when I spotted the lacy black lingerie.
That was definitely for me.
There was a note, scribbled in his masculine handwriting. Put this on, baby.
My eyes narrowed at the word baby, and I crumpled the note in my hand and tossed it on the ground. I picked up the black baby doll with the push up bra and held it up to my body. There was a black thong with it, a G-string that barely covered anything.
He had specific tastes.
I’d never put lingerie on for a man. I’d never been in a serious relationship that garnered the occasion. My life was full of flings, men I hoped would become something more until my interest fizzled out.
I pulled it on then fixed my hair. I wasn’t wearing any makeup because I didn’t have any here. It wasn’t like I’d packed a bag and took off for the weekend. I examined myself in his vanity, fixing my black hair until it framed my face. Without eye liner and mascara, my eyes didn’t pop like they usually did. When I wore red lipstick, it highlighted the bow-curve of my upper lip, and now I wished it were highlighted.
Bones liked me this way, but I wished I looked better.
Not that I should care to look better for him.
He stepped out of the bathroom, his shoulders still slightly wet from the shower he just took. He didn’t come out with a towel like last time. He came ready for the occasion.
He stopped and stared at me, his eyes roaming over the lingerie he left for me. He started at my neck then slowly trailed his eyes down my body. He focused on my tits before he admired the curves of my waistline. Farther he went, moving down my legs before he lifted his gaze back to my face.
Like a shark circling his prey, he started to move.
He walked around me, getting closer and casting a shadow across the room. He was a head taller than me, so he dominated me with his size without even standing perfectly straight. He stopped when he was directly in front of me, his face tilted down so he could look at me.
My heart was beating so fast.
I’d already been with him twice, but I was even more nervous than before. My attraction wouldn’t change the fact that this man was terrifying. He scared me sometimes, when he looked at me with those predatory eyes. I felt like prey, like there was nothing I could do to escape this brutal man. I was his—and there was nothing I could do about it.
He started at my stomach. He gripped my waist, his hands large enough to completely reach around my tummy, from thumb to finger. His thumbs pressed against my belly button, and he squeezed me gently, showing that he had my life in his hands. He stared down at me, his blue eyes concentrated on my curves.
My hands went to his forearms because I wanted to feel the chiseled muscles of his arms. I wanted to feel his corded veins and the light amount of dark hair. My fingers could wrap around his girth the way he could wrap his hands around my waist.
He moved his forehead to mine, his fingers gently tugging me closer to him. I felt like a slave, obedient and still. I was his to enjoy, and I had to wait until he found something he wanted to take.
He moved his hands to my chest, his palms right above my tits. My heart was beating so fast and now he could feel it. Now he knew how nervous I was, how much his proximity affected me. I could put on a brave face and pretend to be unafraid of the entire world, but when it came to my heart, it didn’t lie.
His right hand moved farther up until he reached my neck. He wrapped his fingers completely around, getting me in the perfect grip if he wanted to choke me. His fingers pressed into me threateningly.
I held my breath. I focused my gaze on his chest, seeing the black ink that was all over his body. Some of the images were of skulls or blades. Some were small trees, and another was a European soldier from the second world war. His body was a canvas, and I wondered what the artwork meant.
His hand loosened toward my jawline, and he swiped his thumb across my bottom lip.
I closed my eyes. Feeling him want me and taking his time made it more intense than before. Last time, he couldn’t wait to get inside me. He was desperate to shove his cock in my mouth and in my pussy. But now, he had the restraint to slow down even more.
He pulled his head back and met my gaze head on. “I’m the first man you’ve ever been with.”
My eyes stared into his beautiful blue ones, seeing an evil soul behind that handsome expression. He was too pretty to be so mean, but his heart was painted black. It was mutilated by his suffering, and he would never recover. “No…” I’d been with several guys since I became an adult. Waiting until marriage had never been right for me. I wanted to make sure my husband and I would have good sex for the rest of our lives, so I believed in taking the car for a test-drive before I bought it. My brother and cousins had been with more women than I could even count, so there was no reason I couldn’t explore my sexuality too. As a result, I knew exactly what I liked and what I wanted. I was definitely not inexperienced. Bones had an exceptionally big dick, so taking him was like losing my virginity all over again.
His hand slid into the fall of my hair, and he gripped me tightly, adjusting my face to look at him head-on. “They were boys. I’m a man.” His eyes shifted to my lips. “You’re all woman, from head to toe. I’ve never laid eyes on a more beautiful woman, so damn sexy and strong. I’ll make you forget any other man has ever been between your legs. I’ll wipe away their memory and make you think of me when you touch yourself.”
“You’re awfully cocky…”
He tugged on my hair a little harder. “Because I earned it.” His hand released my hair and slid down to my shoulder. His finger hooked in the strap and he pulled it off my shoulder, revealing my bare skin.
He craned his neck down and kissed it, sucking my skin aggressi
vely and even giving it a gentle bite.
I closed my eyes and suppressed the moan that wanted to emerge from my throat. My hands immediately reached out and gripped his torso, feeling my thumbs slip on his abs because they were so smooth.
He kissed up my neck until his lips hovered over my ear. He breathed hard, his arousal audible in the simple sound. His hand pulled down my other strap until my other shoulder was revealed. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, baby.”
My hands gripped his hips, still using him for balance. My breathing matched his, feeling the same arousal in my veins as he felt in his lungs. My thumbs pressed into his, and I kept my eyes closed, overwhelmed by his control over me.
“Tell me, baby.”
When I was with a man, I liked to be on top. I liked to go at the pace I wanted, to grind my clit against his pelvic bone as I moved. Watching his face darken with arousal as he watched me just turned me on more. “I want to fuck you…”
The next breath he released was louder than all the others, showing his surprise and his approval. His hands moved to my hips, and he played with the lace of my thong before he stepped away. The muscles of his back tightened and shifted as he walked away, his powerful shoulders sexy in the light of the flames. He moved on the bed and sat against the headboard, his large dick lying against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly jerked himself. “Strip.” He rested his mass against the wooden headboard, his chest rising and falling with his deep breathing. He was rock-hard and drooling from the tip.
I pulled the baby doll over my head, taking some of my hair with it. I stood in just my panties and walked closer to the bed, my fingers hooking into the straps at my hips.
His eyes followed my hands, staring at the way I played with myself.
I slowly pulled my panties down, taking my time before I finally revealed the nub between my legs. When I stood upright again, he stared right at my most intimate place, squeezing his dick a little harder. When he motioned for me to sit on his lap, all he gave was a slight nod of his head, his jaw hard from the way his teeth were clenched tightly together.
I moved onto his lap, my thighs parted over his hips. He was a big man, so I felt weightless putting my entire body on him. My pussy sat right against his hard cock, and the instant I felt just how thick he was, a jolt of electricity ran through my stomach.
He sat upright against the headboard, his long legs stretched out across the bed. He had muscular thighs and toned calves, every part of his body chiseled to perfection. I’d never seen a more powerful man buck naked. The men I dated were usually fit, but not as intensely as this man.
I felt his cock twitch underneath me.
Because he was that big.
Big enough to move a mountain with that log.
His hands slid up my thighs until he reached my ass. He gripped both of my cheeks and pulled me a little closer, bringing my chest next to his. My nipples hardened when I felt his bare skin, the hardness of his sleek muscles.
My hands moved up his pecs to his shoulders, feeling the part of his body that I enjoyed the most—besides the part I was sitting on. My fingers felt the individual grooves of muscle, and I admired his broadness. I loved the way his size stretched a t-shirt, his hardness too big to be contained in the cotton.
He moved his forehead to mine and breathed with me, his intense gaze on my mouth. He hadn’t kissed me once since I stepped inside his domain, but he somehow excited me in other intimate ways. His eyes alone touched me everywhere, made me feel things with just their piercing gaze. “I love this…” His hand snaked over my ass and to the curve in my back. His fingers felt the top of my ass to the middle of my spine.
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love this.” How could I say anything like that to a man like him? How could I feel this burning chemistry between us? I shouldn’t desire him. I shouldn’t feel myself get wet when I sat on his dick. I should be demanding to be set free.
He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me slowly, his large hands exploring my body with their callused edges. His kiss was gentle but contained the restrained desire he always showed. He breathed with me, sucking my bottom lip, and then giving me his tongue. The stubble on his chin was already starting to return after not shaving for a few days, so it brushed against my soft cheek as our mouths moved together.
His muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him, acting as steel cages that kept me in place. Warm and hard, it was like having a blanket wrapped around me.
The sound of our moving mouths filled the room, along with the crackling fireplace. I could hear our breathing get deeper and louder as our heat levels started to rise. I felt his hands grip me tighter, felt his cock throb underneath me.
One of his hands circled over my ass until his fingers met my clit. He kept kissing me as his fingers massaged my nub, making me breathe harder and my hips rock slightly. I realized I was starting to grind against his fingers, loving the way they were touching me.
Just the way I liked to touch myself.
He sucked on my bottom lip and rubbed me harder, making me grip his biceps just to remain steady. He ended our kiss and watched my expression, his eyes full of the same arousal as mine. His fingers slid back to my entrance, and he felt the pool of moisture that immediately smeared across them. A masculine moan came from his throat the second he felt my arousal right in his hand.
I was too turned on to be ashamed. I’d had that big cock twice, and now I looked forward to it. I craved the stretching he gave me, the intense fullness no other man could provide. He was thick like a tree trunk, but I’d always liked a challenge.
He lifted me up his body then pointed the head of his cock at my entrance before he slowly pushed me down his length. It took him a second to get his thick crown inside me, to push through my tight slit and begin the journey into my wet and tight cunt. He moaned when he was halfway inside, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he clenched his jaw.
He looked so hot when he did that.
I moved farther down, managing to get his entire length inside me, even if it hurt a little bit. I stretched my legs wider apart and hooked my ankles over his thighs. His balls were at my ass and his warm body suddenly flushed with heat. It was unmistakable how wet I was…because he was easier to get inside that time.
He pressed his face close to mine then dug his hand into my hair. He didn’t kiss me, but he examined my face with the scorching intensity that made me tremble. His fat cock was inside me, and now he possessed me in a way he never had before. He claimed me deeper, harder. He was making me pay for my freedom, making me pay for being allowed to live. “This pussy…Jesus.” He crushed his mouth over mine and gave me a hard kiss, a searing kind that made my fingertips light on fire. He ended it just as quickly and then guided my hips up. “Fuck me, baby.”
I pressed my hands against his chest as an anchor and moved up and down, riding his big cock from tip to base. I had to work my legs and ass more because he was bigger than average, but I didn’t mind the exertion. I loved the way it felt inside me, to feel so much blood stretched inside my pussy.
He rested against the headboard and watched me, wearing that concentrated expression that made him look innately sexy. There was a shadow under his jaw, and his chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.
He promised he would make me forget about all the boys I’d ever been with, and I wanted to make him forget all the women he bedded before me, not because I was possessive or jealous, but because I wanted to have my own power.
So I ran my fingers through my hair as I rode him, played with my tits, and touched myself in ways that would excite any man. I looked him in the eye and made the quiet noises men loved to hear.
His jaw clenched harder and harder, his resistance waning. His cock thickened in me a little further. “Damn.”
I brought a finger into my mouth and sucked on it.
His hands moved to my tits as he watched me, palming them with his enormous hands. M
y average size tits felt small in comparison.
I’d never done this before, but I wanted to impress him. I wanted him under my thumb, to know I was a much bigger woman than he realized. I brought my wet finger to my backside and slipped it inside, moaning when I felt the intrusion.
His body stopped grinding against me, and he sucked in a deep breath. His eyes intensified, shocked by what I’d just done. This time, when he moaned, he sounded more like a bear than a man. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Is it working?” I kept riding his cock, pushing that thickness inside me and smearing my cream all over him. I held on to his shoulder for balance, my face just inches from his. I could feel his breath fall on me.
He only moaned in response.
I kept riding his dick with my finger in my ass, feeling his breaths come out shakier. He was barely holding on, wanting to come much sooner than he anticipated.
I wanted to come too, but I also wanted to prove a point. He was so arrogant, and I would love to put him in his place—just once.
But he resisted and kept rocking into me from underneath. He grabbed my hips and started to guide me differently, forcing me to rub my clit right against his pelvic bone. The stimulation tested my resistance.
I didn’t want to come, but I also did want to come.
And since I’d never come as hard as I did when his dick was inside me, I let it happen.
And it was so fucking good.
Like the Fourth of July between my legs. I screamed in his face, lost control of my thrusts, and dug my nails so deeply into his skin I left marks behind. My pussy nearly broke his dick with the constriction, and I writhed uncontrollably like I lost all control over my body.
It was even better than last time.
When I opened my eyes to look at him again, he wasn’t gloating. That intense expression had deepened, and his hands gripped me with more intensity. His body wanted to slip away and join me in the throes of passion, but he hung on, wanting to keep going because he was a stubborn man who didn’t fail to prove a point.
“Baby.” Whenever he said my pet name, he said it with such masculine possessiveness. I never let any other man call me that, and Bones was the first one who refused to listen. “You’re one hell of a woman.”