“Mine,” he hissed, pinching my nipple hard between his large fingers. I gasped and heard myself moan. Still pinning my wrists easily with one hand, his other fingers started to travel down my body, dipping along my hips, along my stomach, down to where I was starting to ache and throb.
“Now, Kara,” he whispered into my ear. My eyes fully closed, I leaned into him, loving his heat, his nearness, yearning for more. “A minute ago you were pushing me away.” His fingers teased me, grazing my inner thighs near my sex but not touching. I whimpered, wanting more, yearning for him to plunge his fingers deep into me.
He withdrew his hand and looked into my eyes. “Do you want to leave, Kara?”
I met his gaze, my eyes wide with need, my anger melting into something else completely different but with equal passion.
“Or do you want to stay with me so I can do this?” He brought his finger right where I needed, slipping it easily into my slick pussy, pushing right in and up inside of me. I gasped as he began finger-fucking me, plunging into my wetness, stroking my walls. “What do you want, Kara?” he asked, shoving two fingers deep inside of me.
“You!” I called out, bucking my hips into his thrusts, wanting him deeper, wanting it harder.
“You want me?” he asked, his voice gruff, harsh, commanding. He brought his fingers to my clit and stroked, then pinched lightly.
“Yes!” I called out, already feeling lost in the building need, the urgent pressure and intensity of my pleasure.
“Then you’re going to have to prove you trust me.” He withdrew both hands and stepped away, leaving me shaking, quivering and naked against the wall. Taking off his dress shirt to reveal his chiseled, tattooed chest, he pointed at the carpet before him. “Kneel,” he ordered.
Minutes ago I’d been set on walking out the door. But now I thrilled to his order, my nipples stiff and still pulsing from his harsh touch. As if in a spell, I complied, my lust leading me over before him, compelling me to kneel down at his feet.
“On all fours,” he growled. I did as he told me. Quick as lightning, he brought a restraint to my wrists, pinning them together and tying me to the wooden leg of the bed. Down on my elbows, I shook with lust and vulnerability, naked and tied up, my ass bent up in the air for him to do whatever he wanted.
Whack! I felt the sharp sting of his huge hand on my naked bottom. I screamed out with the contact, from shock and pain, and pulled against my restraints. He’d tied me tight. This was a sharp spanking, not an easy, tapping, light tease. This hurt. Smack! He knelt next to me and brought his hand down again, hard, on my ass. I gasped and screamed, his palm coming down again and again.
“You’ve been bad,” he reprimanded as he punished me, my ass up and growing red under his palm. “Bad girl, reading my mail.” Smack, he assaulted my rear, his angry hand branding my sensitive flesh. “Ass up to take your punishment!” he roared.
I hadn’t realized it but I’d started to pull away from the pain, moving my ass down toward my calves, but under his command I brought it back up. Positioning myself, I arched my back, offering my red, sore bottom up for his hand.
“Yes,” he hissed in approval as he brought his hand down again for a hard, punishing whack. “Submit!” I cried out, now panting with tears in my eyes. It stung, it felt humiliating, and the throbbing in my pussy grew with each and every spank. Every time his demanding, huge palm smacked my sensitive ass, my sex ached in response, needing this, wanting this, wanting more.
“You’re mine!” He brought his hand down one last time, this time positioned to smack not just my bottom but my wet, dripping pussy. I screamed and pushed my sex into his palm, wanting the contact. He kept his hand there, rewarding me, pressing his palm against my mound. “Say it,” he growled.
“I’m yours,” I purred in agreement. I was his, it was all I could feel, throbbing through every inch of my body. I belonged to Declan.
With his fingers down at my clit, he began stroking me, coaxing out the honey and the pleasure. “That’s right. And tonight you’re going to prove it.”
I tensed. What did he mean?
“You remember what tonight is, don’t you, Kara?” He kept stroking. It was so difficult to think while he did that. All I could do was feel, quiver, moan. “I’ve been training your ass for a reason.” With that, he brought his slick fingers up to the rim of my asshole. He didn’t enter, not yet. He teased, slippery, at my hole.
I whimpered at the reminder. Tonight he was going to take my ass. I didn’t know if I was ready. I didn’t know if I could take all of him in. His cock was so huge I felt like he might split me open.
“Declan,” I whimpered, shaking, frightened. “I don’t know if…you’re so big.”
Smack, his hand came down again, hard on my bottom. “You will take your punishment,” he ordered. “Naughty girls get punished. I’ve been training your body, training your ass to please me.” He brought a hand down to stroke my wet pussy again, reading me as I trembled to his touch. With his other hand he stroked my breasts, bringing his fingers to my nipples to pet and pull, stroke and pinch.
“Are you ready to please me, Kara?” he asked, working me as I panted and moaned. “Are you ready to take your punishment and please me?”
“Yes,” I begged, ready for anything he wanted to give me. “Yes, please.”
With a growl of victory, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and knelt behind me again, this time directly at my ass. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded.
Throbbing with need, I pushed my knees further apart to give him better access, remembering to keep my bottom up. He brought his huge hands to my hips, positioning me. With his fingers, he pulled apart my cheeks and I knew he was looking straight at my asshole. I wanted to pull away, embarrassed. He shouldn’t be looking at me there. That was too private, too dirty. I pulled at my wrists, feeling my restraint.
“Stay still,” he told me, gruff, and I tried. I held myself right where he wanted and let him start to explore me, taking my pussy juices and working them up at my ass, slowly drawing his finger into my forbidden hole. I gasped as he penetrated me, but I didn’t move. I’d learned what he wanted of me and I wanted to give it to him.
“Good girl,” he praised me. My pussy flushed, dripping in response. “Stay still for your master.”
“Yes, master,” I purred for him, melting into his touch, my mind a hum of heat, all rational thought gone. His fingers felt so good. The pleasure began to build as he penetrated me, finger-fucking my ass, now bringing two wet fingers to slip in and out of my hole. With his other hand, he circled and stroked my clit, working me higher. Once I was moaning and meeting his thrusts with my hips, trying to take more of his fingers deeper into me, he pulled out.
“Now it’s time.” I could feel the hard, insistent crown of his cock at the edge of my asshole. I couldn’t help whimpering in fear. It would hurt so much!
“Take it, Kara,” he growled, pressing his dick, slick from my own juices, against my opening. “Take my cock up your ass.” With that he pushed into my asshole, forcing the huge, swollen crown of his enormous shaft into my narrow, tight hole. Screaming, I pulled against my wrist restraints. It burned! My eyes filled with tears.
“Take me in,” he commanded as he kept pushing, pushing his huge cock into my tight hole, slipping in further and further, using the lube from my pussy to press in.
“I can’t—!” My eyes bulged out, my jaw dropped. He was so huge, so gigantic, stuffing me so tight. I didn’t think I’d survive. I couldn’t imagine how he was even fitting.
“Christ, Kara, you’re so tight!” he hissed and I moaned in response hearing the lust in his voice, his tight need. I was turning him on, letting him take my virgin ass. I wanted to do this, to serve his basest desires. Willing myself to relax, I gave a deep exhale and let him in all the way.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he buried his huge cock balls-deep into my tight, untouched asshole. I screamed with the feel of it, stuffed so full with
his prick, thrilled by how wrong I knew it was to have him in there, but it felt so right. He possessed me completely.
“Brace yourself.” At his warning, I brought the palms of my bound hands to the floor and pressed my weight into my elbows and hands as best I could. He gripped my hips in his large hands and began to fuck me. First drawing out, slowly, then in again, working up into a faster rhythm, taking the burning pain in my ass and turning it into a whole different kind of fire, so intense, so primal, burning so bright I couldn’t see or speak words anymore. Incoherent sounds came from my mouth, screams and moans of need and pleasure. His balls slapped against my pussy as he thrust into me again and again, burying himself to the hilt.
“Yes, Kara!” he called out. “Fuck, yes, take me!” I could only moan and comply, his need building my own, his hand holding my hips exactly where he wanted them as he brought his cock deep into my ass again and again.
“Do you like your master fucking your ass?” His words, so dirty, so possessive, made my pussy quiver in response.
“Yes, master!” I screamed as he rammed into me.
“Say it!” he demanded.
“Master, I love you fucking my ass!” I loved saying it, loved him making me do it for him. He assaulted me, fucking my ass so fast and so hard I thought I might pass out.
“You’re mine, Kara. Mine!” He pounded into me, furious and powerful. I could feel him start to tense, his breathing growing ragged and harsh. “Are you going to take my come up your ass, Kara?”
“Yes!” I screamed, feeling myself starting to come at his words. The shudders of ecstasy built, pounded, started to break against my shores.
“Take it!” he yelled and hot, thick come gushed out of his cock deep into my ass. “Take my come in your ass!”
I screamed with fulfillment as my orgasm exploded, my shudders and screams mixing with his thrusts and final hot spurts of come deep inside my ass. I nearly blacked out from the pleasure, sinking down, the side of my face resting on the carpet. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, so deep, as he brought his hands down to either side of my body. He nearly collapsed against my back, pressing his massive, solid chest against me, panting as he brought his face to my head.
“Fuck, Kara. What are you doing to me?”
“Declan,” I sighed, completely full and satisfied. He pulled out and untied my wrists with one swift tug. Then he locked me in his embrace as we rolled to the floor.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmured, kissing my cheek, holding me against him tight. Panting, sweaty, naked, entwined, we belonged completely to each other.
CHAPTER 8
Declan
Kara lay against me, the gentle rise and fall of her chest in sync with mine. All sweet cream and honey, this woman. She should never wear clothing. It was a crime to cover up such a masterpiece.
Last night had been so intense, the feel of her giving herself completely to me, submitting. How turned on she got as I spanked and then took her ass, how tight and hot. I’d nearly blacked out when I’d come. She had as well. We’d both lain there panting and I bet neither one of us could have remembered our names, the date, anything other than how good we felt together.
Afterwards I’d taken her into the bath and massaged her, caressed her, made her feel so good. That’s all I wanted to do, take care of her. The way she looked at me with those wide, adoring eyes. And I could trust it, I knew I could, because it was the same way she’d looked at me back in the day when I had nothing. An old pickup truck the only possession in my name and she’d still looked at me as if I were a king. She made me feel like I was one, and I wanted to use everything I now had in my power to make her feel like a queen. My queen.
Stirring slightly, she slid her hand over my chest and nestled into me, her soft skin and curves making me instantly hard. This morning I decided that she needed to wake with an orgasm.
With a stealthy hand, I found my way to her sex and began a slow caress, drinking in the way she parted slightly for me even as she slept. With a deep, sexy moan, her lips opened but her eyes stayed closed as she started to move against my fingers, taking me in, rubbing her clit against me.
“That’s right, baby,” I whispered and she moaned again in response. Her pussy grew slick with my attentions, my fingers starting to slide in and out, her breathing growing more rapid.
“Ahh,” she cried, her eyes slowly opening, her cheeks rosy pink as I circled her swollen clit. Massaging her breasts, kissing her nipples, stroking her sex, I brought her right to the brink.
“Come for me, gorgeous.” She complied without any hesitation, thrusting her pussy toward my finger as I plunged in deep, feeling the quiver and shudder of her walls as she spasmed in ecstasy.
“Declan!” She looked at me wide-eyed, breathless and slightly shocked.
“Good morning.” I smiled down at her and kissed her full lips. I wanted to wake her like that every day, starting her off rosy and wet.
She giggled and stretched against me languorously. No hurry, no need or desire to be anywhere but right there. I felt like that, too. For the first time in who knew how long—could it be ever?
“Well, that was quite a way to wake up!” She grinned at me, content as a cat with a canary.
“Hungry?” I asked, playing with her golden locks. “I can order room service.”
“Starving.” She nodded against me. Rolling to the side but not breaking contact, I grabbed the phone and ordered us a whole bunch of everything. I didn’t want to leave the hotel room any time soon. We had the gala at the Met tonight, but before then I wanted Kara and then some more Kara after some Kara.
“I think I’m in a fairy tale,” she sighed with happiness.
“Do you like New York?” I liked that smile on her face, so radiant and real.
“I love it! It’s so completely different from home, but it’s so wild and fun.” Turning to me, she suddenly asked, “What’s home to you?”
“What?” I couldn’t help but tense up. What did she mean?
“What feels like home to you? Here in New York? The penthouse in Billings?”
I didn’t know how to answer. Home. What did that mean, exactly? I had the penthouse where I kept my stuff, other places I knew well and felt comfortable. But home?
“I don’t mean to pry.” I could feel Kara grow shy, shrinking back into herself.
“No, it’s fine.” I reached my arms around her again and kissed her, letting her know with my body even if I couldn’t find words to express the complexity of my thoughts.
“I don’t even know where you grew up,” she mused, tracing a finger along my chest.
“Montana.” I gave my pat answer, good enough for almost anyone who’d ever asked me that question. But Kara was that one in a million who wanted to know more, all of it.
“Declan, I know you grew up in Montana.” She smiled, reminding me of how it used to feel with her in the barn, those nights back when she was 18 and I was 21. We’d talk and kiss and I’d hold her and never want to let go. She did know a lot about me. Her fingers traced, her lips kissed my tattoos and scars as if trying to read all of my secrets. And for once in my life, I wanted to tell them.
I cleared my throat. And I told her, about how I was born in Billings but moved all over the state. Sometimes my mom and I crashed with a friend of hers, or sometimes she’d pull together enough cash for an apartment. Meth always stole it from us, though. Before long everything would be gone and we’d be out again, showing up on someone’s doorstep with our bags in our hands. I hated the look on their faces the most, the judgment, the resentment. As if I had anything to do with the whole mess, as if I wanted to be their burden.
Then there was the fire, a small one but if that was small I couldn’t imagine what people considered big. It was everywhere, in the middle of the night. Everyone got out in time because, after all, it was just a small fire. But it was enough. My mother landed in jail and at 12 I got kicked into the foster system. One home after the other, I’
d bumped around during my teenage years like a pinball in a giant machine, finally hitting the jackpot when I landed in a juvenile detention center.
Kara listened to it all, lying in the crook of my arm, her leg over mine, her palm on my chest over my heart. She nodded her head from time to time. When she turned her face into my shoulder I felt the wetness of her cheek. She’d cried while listening, but kept quiet, maybe worried about disturbing or embarrassing me.
I kissed her on her head and she let it out, sobbing against my neck and wrapping her arms around me. Soothing her, holding her, it felt like I was getting some of it out, myself. As if her sadness unlocked some of my own.
“Oh, Declan.” Kara wiped her cheeks and kissed my face. “So you never even met your father?”
“No.” It felt strange to talk about my father. I never did.
“And where is your mom now?”
“She’s dead.” The words sounded cold and hard spoken out loud, but there was no getting around the truth of it. “Overdose, a few years ago. Bound to happen sooner or later.”
“I’m so sorry.” Kara wrapped herself around me again, giving me her softness and her warmth.
“She’d just gotten out of prison.” I gave a short laugh. “I’d just started making real money. I was going to buy her a house.” I found I couldn’t talk anymore right then, my throat real tight and hot.
Kara kissed me, more tears on her long eyelashes. She understood. Somehow, she knew what I’d gone through, what I needed. I held her to me, close.
“You’re such a good man, Declan.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, this time with some honest humor. “I’m not sure why you’d say that, Kara. I should remind you I’m a convicted criminal, back when I was 17. Grand Theft Auto, and I’m not talking about the video game.”
“You couldn’t help it. You had it so rough.”
“No one held a gun to my head and forced me to do it.” I’d been young and stupid, drunk on a heady cocktail of desperation, hunger and recklessness. Just about every teenage boy I’d run with back then had had that same poisonous concoction running through their veins. But that was no excuse.
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