She could still technically touch me but she was restricted in her movements so I felt okay about how we were. I moved my hand between us and touched her thigh, moving my fingers little by little until they were close to her center.
Her eyes widened and I just teased her a little, touching her anywhere but there. So, when I did she wouldn’t know to expect it. Her eyes were asking and her breath was quick. If I didn’t do it soon she wouldn’t be able to take it.
I moved my other hand down to tease her nipple right when I slid the fingers of my other hand through her folds. She was so warm. Her eyes rolled back and she shut her lids.
I pressed my lips to her neck and moved back to her ear. “I want you so much all the time. I want you to feel me inside you for hours and hours after we’re done.”
“Yes,” she gasped between sounds.
“Maybe even tomorrow when I’m at school and you’re enjoying your freedom you’ll think about this.”
I entered her without ceremony. Intention was more important. My action was certain. I moved her face with mine and when I reached her lips I kissed her, needing to be inside her there at the same time.
She was trembling and moving against me, creating this friction that drove me on faster, like fuel. I was a little rough with my hands. This was a day for hardness and possession for no other reason than I felt like loving her that way, with vigor.
Her body moved up the wall a little each time I fucked her and I worried for a moment that it would hurt her but then she looked me in the eyes and I forgot. She had the power to vanquish thoughts in me. There were many powers that she possessed over me.
She didn’t know when she used them most of the time. When she did it was either intoxicating or frustrating. Even now while I had her tied and trapped she had the power. I had my own will but I could be her willing instrument if she choose.
Later, I would ask her for things like this in return. To be taken by her was to be cherished.
Her hands were between us and she reached them up to try and touch my breast but I swatted her on the part of her butt that was within my reach.
“No ma’am.” I smiled and kissed her, owning her mouth and then breaking away. “This is my turn.”
“Ahh!” She huffed, half-mad, half-taken. “Mean,” she hissed out. There was such passion in her.
“Yep, I’m a total bitch,” I pushed into her hard on the last word and a smile curled up at my lips.
“You don’t get to touch unless I tell you to.” I worked her a little harder and dug my nails into her hip to hold her in place.
I looked her in the eyes and saw the defiance as she touched me again. I growled and pushed her hands away. She was going to get it now. I pulled her other leg off the ground and pressed her into the wall, withdrawing my fingers from her so I could use my other hand to get a better grip on her. Then I turned from the wall and threw her down on the bed, following.
She was looking up at me, eyes a little wild. “I could just leave you here and go take care of myself in the other room. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she whined, completely amused.
“Okay, then.” I secretly loved her testing me. I wanted her to do it more. So, I got close but I didn’t touch her right away. I grazed her hands with my lips and hovered over her as I climbed onto the bed.
My skin tingled as I moved up beside her. She didn’t reach out. She was being good but I didn’t want that. I propped myself up and kissed her a little before placing my breast against her hand, daring her to do something.
With one leg I moved hers apart and once again pushed two fingers inside her hard, curling them and trying to get enough. She wasn’t taking my bait and I was getting frustrated.
“Fuck,” I said, moving down to get between her legs. I shifted her body with one hand, stilling the fingers inside of her so I could get situated on my stomach. “You’re fucking killing me, baby.”
I started to move my fingers again and started to taste her at the same time. She let out a cry and I knew it was a lot at one time but I wanted her to take it. I needed to give her this right now.
I was slow with my tongue, slipping it up and down and sucking her in until she was frustrated and moving against my face. I kept pressing into her and she moved up the bed by inches so that half of her back was against the headboard.
The skin between my middle and ring fingers was being punished from the force I was pouring into her. I didn’t even care that I would hurt. Who needed functioning hands when you could have this?
She lifted her body a little at the waist and I felt her hands touch my head so I rubbed my teeth over her clit and she yelped, flying back into the pillows again.
The next time I sucked her clit in between my lips I didn’t stop. I let her cum, tasting her while she threw my name out in a shout, breaking the quiet. Anyone near the house would have heard her crash and get taken under by my waves.
Just when she was about to breathe again I attacked her double and she came again. I was pulling everything out of her. She had no idea when or how it would happen but I kept going and she finally had to make me stop by rolling away.
I let her, hoping that she would come back so that I could hold her while she recovered. For now, I let her be, knowing that she needed time without touch. Her taste was all over my lips and I licked it away with a wide sweep of my tongue and then took my fingers into my mouth to taste the last of her.
“I could do that forever but I need you alive,” I told her.
“Oh, babe,” she moaned, trying to adjust and calm down.
I crawled over beside her and waited until she was ready. I knew she’d turn to me. In the meantime, I just watched her breathe and tucked my hands under my head, curling my legs up to my stomach.
“You gonna be okay?” I asked. I couldn't stand it.
She nodded and I let out the breath I was holding. I should have calmed down a little but it was so easy to get caught up with her. It was the longest fifteen minutes I could ever remember but by the time she turned her body and looked at me I was calm.
She reached out and ran her finger down the bridge of my nose tapping the end before tugging at my hand, telling me to come to her. Once our bodies were touching I was okay. It was warm and safe and she was mine.
Chapter 5
Olivia
When I awoke and she was there I knew that all I wanted was for her to take me.
We’d gone so long with fighting and talking and stressing and I just wanted her to take me now and remind me why we were together, remind me why I didn’t need to think about anything but her.
She tied my hands and took me. The second that cord got stretched around my wrists I felt the excitement and certainty. When she tied me up I felt safe.
I wasn’t sure if I should be thinking about how strange that was or not but I just knew I liked it so much. I knew it helped me. I knew I wanted her to keep me. That was the only important thing.
When she touched, I gave in instantly and I knew it was right.
Her voice was so low and sultry. When she spoke I felt her within. Grounded and taken.
And then she was inside me and I knew I was no one else's, no one but hers.
“Baby,” I whined, as she pushed in and took. Her slow but practiced strokes did exactly what she wanted them to do. Restricted, with her forcing me, I was found.
I needed to be owned by her and taken and shown again how right it was to be hers.
I didn’t know if she needed that too.
I didn’t know what she felt as she did it.
All I knew was it was right for me and necessary and so very important for us.
I wish I knew if she agreed.
As she fucked me, I thought on the days we’d had, the good days. I smiled. A lot. I didn’t think about the letters or the sadness or the confusion. I thought of the other times she touched me. I thought of the other times she let us stay in a place like this. Alone. Happy. Cocooned. All I wanted was
this. To be carried and taken and exercised and explored. The second she tied my hands I knew I'd have her undivided attention until they were untied and that was the most important thing. It was like a contract. And I wanted to sign.
She fucked me hard until it burned but I was holding out and trying to last.
She threw me onto the bed, showing me her strength, her control, her expertise. She wanted to break me because she knew I wanted to break.
Her knowledge of me physically felt like a reward. I hadn’t tried to ask her or let go in a while.
I just wanted her to take advantage and get me exhausted and shut me up.
When she moved down my body and finally tasted me I knew I was gone completely.
Control was gone.
Need was gone.
Want was gone.
I was completely taken care of, completely owned, and I loved it.
My fingers found their way into her hair and tugged. My wrists were still bound but I could touch her.
When her teeth grazed my sex, I jerked back and tried to find safety only to hit hard on the headboard and find myself trapped.
Either way, she knew what I liked and what sent me reeling.
Pretty soon she was touching me so beautifully and so tenderly that I couldn’t hold back and I came really hard. Every last inch of my body tightened as I felt that release.
She fucked me hard and I came again. My whole world flashed and then dissipated. All the pleasure eclipsed the details. This was my favorite mental state. I was high on life and I wasn't alone.
When she stopped and moved away it was probably because I’d been squirming but I didn’t want her to stop. I could take it forever. I could take more, I wanted more.
Every second she was fucking me was another second of my life that felt too right and too perfect.
I felt the distance as she lay a little away.
Eventually she turned into me and asked if I was okay. I found myself moving towards her and just wanting so much more. Time mostly. Time with her.
I loved the way she erased my mind. I loved the way she showed me that maybe the most important thing in all the world was just us.
My hands were tied but I pulled them up to her chin and touched her face, holding her steady as I kissed her deeply. My needs were intense and she allowed them in me so I was appreciative.
Every touch, every taste, felt too good to be true.
“You’re far too good to me,” I said, kissing her deeply and feeling my breath disappear.
She had a date now with her parents. I felt the deadline as it firmly approached.
“I don’t want you to go,” I said, forcing myself to pull back and be good.
I wanted her to capture me completely. If she’d take me to some deserted island and told me I was hers I’d be happy.
Was that sick?
“I don’t want to leave you. I’d be happy if we locked the doors and didn’t come out for a month. Can you imagine what we could do with an uninterrupted month?”
“If my world was really just you, all my problems would be solved,” I said.
“That would be perfect. We should be recluses. Live in a house that no one could get into but us.”
“I’d thrive,” I said truthfully. I could spend my whole life being taken by her. I didn’t need friends or family or projects or goals. I needed this. I needed her hands on me. I needed to know I was a real thing in this world, a true thing that could be touched and loved and seen.
“I know,” she kissed my cheek and left her lips there for a moment. “Imagine us having a cozy little library. You could read and I could take naps with my head in your lap or I could play for you while you read. That might be distracting.”
I kissed her again and shut her up. Her visions were too perfect and lovely. I wanted to sully them with nasty things. I already wanted her inside me again. It was just greedy, just selfish and rude.
I pushed her down and crawled over her, straddling her to kiss her from on top.
I felt her pushing herself and me up. My hands were still bound and awkward so I pulled back once we were sitting and I moved my arms over her head, dropping them behind her head as her hands came to my ass and she pulled my body in forward, against her skin. I gasped with the touch and, since it was so very intimate and obvious and sexual, I ached.
“Are you going alone tonight?” I asked, needing to come back into now and help her to be ready to go. We didn’t have much time. I slept way too much. I wanted all of her time to be mine.
“Guess so, unless you have a burning need to watch my mother yell at me for not calling her back.”
She was stroking my face and loving me. I pulled my body into hers and hugged her head with my forearms to breathe her in.
“I’d go if I didn’t think they actually wanted you alone.” Which was true.
“Yeah, I better spend some time with them. Once we go off to college I won’t see them as much. I’ve been dumb to not take advantage of how close they are. I’m afraid that they’re going to want to talk about the whole trial thing tonight though.”
“Oh,” I said, taking it in. I hadn’t thought about that. “Why?” I asked.
She kept kneading the skin at my hip and pushing my center into her, calmly exciting me while she spoke.
The trial was coming up. No one was talking about it much. I think we were all just putting it off.
Sadly, the letter hadn’t personally fazed me much. It was interesting but not important. I could’ve just burned it. That would’ve been fine.
I was fazed because of Avery. That was always the truth.
Before her it was all just random shit happening and happening and happening.
Now we were a unit. I cared for her and wanted her safe. Everything was new.
“They want to have some family conference on how to deal with what’s about to happen. Dad thinks that the press are going to go crazy and he wants to have a strategy in place.”
Avery sighed and rolled her eyes.
“I just wish people wouldn’t care at all but I signed up for this when I agreed to testify. It’s gotta be done.”
“I could always just kidnap you,” I said, tightening my thighs about her and looking down. She was hot as hell... The thought of whisking her away was far more than appealing. It had become my entire life plan.
I could smuggle her away to some other country and not come back until she felt it was safe. The only reason we were doing the trial was to make sure Ben was punished. I wanted that. But I’d save her if she wanted that more.
“I like the idea of you kidnapping me but let’s do that after we’re sure he’s nailed to the wall. Then let’s go somewhere we can hide away and just be with one another and be lazy.”
She pulled at me a few times, noticing the flare in my eyes and how ready I was to go again.
I had a thought but I was worried to ask it.
“Are you mad that he loves me?”
I stared down at her while I asked.
The thought was strange. I knew she was mad. I didn’t understand though. I didn’t understand why that changed so much within her. I didn’t like to think on it or give it strength. To me it was all arbitrary. She obviously deserved love and affection. I obviously found her to be the most essential person on this earth.
“I’m not mad that he loves you but rather that he’s got heart enough to love you but he’s not a good enough person to own up to what he did and pay for what he did. I’m not sure that even makes sense.”
He had the capacity and the fortitude but he denied her any shred of dignity.
Anger at that? That, I fully understood.
“Are you mad he can claim to love then?”
I asked, squeezing my thighs again and letting out a small gasp as my body fell a little more into hers. Without my hands, it was kind of hard to do anything right.
“You know it’s worse for him right,” I asked. “If he gets a guilty sentence after claiming to be not�
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“I know but I don’t care if it’s worse or not. If he wasn’t a coward. If he apologized for what he did or … I don’t know… Even acknowledged that I’m a real person and not just that girl who wasn’t worth not fucking up, maybe I’d feel different.”
“It’s a sick thought but he found you the best,” I said, knowing it. He may have idolized me but she was the one he got to play with and that couldn’t have been done with just anyone. She was the best. “What would you want him to say, if you could have him say anything?”
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