by Wyatt, Dani
When he had her here, like this, the sickness consumed him. It had laid in wait, rearing its head in the past with other females, that urge to conquer, to defile and consume. But, this was an entirely different order.
Her body curled into him and even while his ears could hear the halted breath, the way she shifted her hips to ease the angle, subside the pressure… he couldn’t stop. She was more than his muse.
She was his sickness.
No, that word was insufficient.
His disease. His malady. His affliction.
He felt more alive with every stroke, every way he marked and tagged her.
She was beautiful. And, in some primal way, he wanted to ruin her and rebuild her at the same time. Nothing had ever consumed his mind, body, heart, soul and future the way she did.
Even as he fucked into her with all civility gone, the thought of any other man even thinking of sniffing around what belonged to him sent fury into his veins, and he only seemed to be able to fuck into her harder.
Her squeal cut into the subconscious beast, and he eased back, feeling the crown of his cock bottom out. He knew that shit was hurting, and there was a difference between giving her some pain and hurting her.
One she needed, the other he’d promised he would never do — no matter if it did serve to slake his lust.
“Okay, babe.” Flynn was panting, his carved body slick with sweat, and he soothed her with light caresses up and down her back. “Too much?”
“Uh huh, a little — but, God, don’t stop.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about that.”
He brought a long arm around her hips, his fingers dancing in her folds while his dick took a few shortened strokes. She dripped and drenched as he began to work her clit. He was pushing her to the edge, then bringing her back. Bending her to his will, waiting until he felt her ready to break.
“Whose pussy is this?” he seethed. He knew he was testing her. She could barely breathe let alone speak.
“Yours,” Lilly whispered between her pants.
“Again. Whose? What’s my name?”
“Ohhh, please, can I come?”
“Say my name first.”
“Daddy, please. It’s yours, please.”
She sounded on the verge of tears as he increased the strumming on her slit as his cock drove home.
He slipped in and out a few more times before he felt his balls tingle, and he wanted to feel her come on him once more.
“Cum baby girl, come on my cock.”
He gave her clit extra pressure and, on cue, her body rocked and she let out a noise that would have the cops on the doorstep if anyone was within earshot.
Her cum flowed and dripped onto the sofa below, and Flynn knew he was done. Watching and hearing her like this set his teeth to grind. He roared into the ceiling as he pulled out and came hard on her ass, rubbing the hot, white cream into her tight hole only to sink his thumb home, sending her into another shock wave of climax.
“Good girl,” Flynn breathed out when he had the ability to speak again.
He kept his thumb in her ass even after she was done wracking around him.
“You like that, babe?” He slipped it slowly in and out. Her ass would need some training before he could get her to enjoy him, but she seemed to be humming on his thumb already.
“Hmmm, yes, I guess…”
I guess. Yeah, baby girl’s trying not to be my little slut. Doesn’t she know that only puts her higher on a pedestal for me? Everything I can do to her, with her — it’s all magic in my book.
“You telling the truth? Tell the truth. You like the way this feels?”
“Yes, God, yes…”
“Good.” He lowered next to her ear, her eyes still half closed and unfocused. “Because my cock is going in here one of these days. But don’t worry, babe, I will train your little ass good. It won’t hurt, I promise. I take care of what’s mine. Right?”
She nodded, her mouth open slightly as Flynn pushed his thumb a little deeper, then held it before finally let her ass go.
Lilly let out a gasp, and he took her mouth, pulling her up and against him. Her entire body trembled, and he scooped her up and sat her facing him on the couch.
Sure, his cock was still loaded for a second round, but from the look on her face, baby girl needed some time.
“You good, babe? Look at me.”
He brought her head up from his shoulder, showering her with kisses until she looked at him.
“You okay?” He chuckled a little at the bewildered look on her cherub face.
“What exactly are you trying to do to me?”
“I’m trying to make you happy.”
“Well, you're doing that, but I may die in the process. I can’t believe how you get me to…” She tossed her hair and looked away. “You know, do that so many times and so hard, I feel like I’m going to pass out. And, say things! God, I never thought I would say those things.”
“It’s all in there, babe. It just took the right knight to bring out the princess.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You have blanket permission to ask me whatever you want.”
“Is this how you’ve always been? I mean, you know, like you are with me. The spanking and stuff. The ‘Daddy.’ I never thought I would like that, but oh my God.” She pushed her face into his shoulder, but he could feel her cheeks warm.
“Naw. You bring out the beast, babe.”
“Really? Never before with anyone?”
“Nope. Don’t get me wrong, I never took the tender lover role with anyone, but with you — I could be that, and all of this. If I tell you the truth, I’m holding a whole lot back. You’ve reached down inside me and brought out what I knew was always there, but I never cared enough about anyone to let it show. I’m a dominant fuck; I always have been. I order and rule with a fist and a word, but with you… damn, babe.” Flynn shook his head.
He kissed her forehead, leaving his lips on her for a long moment, his arms pulling her into a ball against him.
“What? I’m a pain, right? I drive you crazy, I know.”
“No. Yes, but no. I mean, there’s something that turns on when I’m with you. Even when I’m not with you. I’m a jealous and demanding predator. I have to have you, utterly and completely. I want to control you and keep you safe and scare off any other dick that even thinks of looking your way. I’m the fucking lion protecting his pride. You’ve done fucked with my head, my little fire doll, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Lilly sighed.
She shifted into him, tucking herself as close as possible.
When she turned and, without prompting, her lips met his neck, and he felt her tongue warm and light, moving upward, that was all it took. She’d lit the fuse again, and all bets were off.
Chapter Twenty-nine
I always said I’d never let another man control me. Then, when I got here and realized that was exactly what Colin planned, I completely shut down. I felt the bitterness take over, and I didn’t care. But with Flynn, it’s so different. I feel myself willingly yield to him. I’m pulled closer and I want him to take control, guide and give me direction. He’s reached a part of me that was buried so deep, it no longer registered in my psyche. It’s out now, and honestly, it scares me and exhilarates me like nothing I’ve ever known. He sees what I thought was weakness as something beautiful. It’s not weakness, it’s submission, and he’s taught me those are two very different things.
Lilly let her hands wander, moving her hips so she could touch the hard silk shaft that was practically embedded into her hip.
She didn’t imagine she could be so drawn, so fascinated with this part of him. Everything that came before told her she would shrink, let the act be done and take none of her own pleasure from it.
That couldn’t be farther from her truth. Flynn gave her a freedom, something that came without judgment and shame. His body was hers, and he made it all feel so right.
; “Ummm, you exploring?” he whispered, his head laid back on the sofa, eyes closed.
His body was also a temple. Never had she seen, besides in magazines or movies, a body like his. She loved to have her hands on his arms, stare at the intricate artwork that covered half his body, her eyes traveling the broad, flat space across his chest that led to the cuts and valleys of each muscle lower.
The veins in his hands and his forearms could make her wet just looking at them.
He was more chiseled and hard than pumped and bulging. He was the perfect combination of sleek flesh and lean muscle. She’d never seen him fight, but just thinking of watching his body at work, sent heat over her skin and a drawing between her legs.
She listened as his breathing deepened, her hands moving deliberately over the soft skin, moving her hips away and wanting so badly to drop to her knees.
What was this desire to kneel in front of him? It was almost a compulsion, to raise her eyes and offer herself. It was strange and embarrassing, and yet, with him, she felt able to be more herself than ever before.
“Can I…” she began, then stopped.
“Babe, you can do whatever you want. And, if my dick has any say in it he’d be mighty happy if you managed to get those beautiful lips around him.”
Lilly smiled. He was sexy and still kept her feeling safe, light.
“I think I can acquiesce to his request.”
“Good girl.”
Flynn’s hand found the top of her head, gently giving her the signal to climb off his lap and fix herself on the floor between his knees.
“You really are everything to me, so beautiful. I want all of you, you understand? I want to own you in such a terrible way, you will never be the same.”
She answered him with her mouth, and he let out a groan as his hands guided her up and down.
“God, babe, that is amazing.”
Lilly let her tongue dance and discover. The skin was so fascinating, amazingly soft over something so hard and terrifying. His size was formidable, and it still surprised her that her body could take as much of him as she did.
He still held back. Lilly could tell he was giving her time to adjust to him, but even when it hurt, she wanted more. Maybe it was his dominance, but she wanted to be claimed, almost defiled in a way, so that she felt she was giving him something no one else could — that no one else had.
When he spoke to her in that voice, she felt her belly turn like a spinning ride at the carnival.
She could hear his low groan as she sucked him as deep as her throat would allow. There was so much of him, and even now he grew in her mouth and his hands began to push her lower until she choked.
With a gasp, Lilly pulled off, spit running down her chin. She felt a wave of embarrassment that she wasn’t able to hold back the gag.
“Sorry. I’m trying. Sorry I’m choking, that’s probably a turn-off.”
Flynn gently pushed her hair behind her ears.
“That is not a turn-off, babe. That just shows me you are trying to give me more of you. Don’t ever be sorry about anything we do. You are perfect, trust me. I could never be turned off by you, not when you’re a hundred years old and still sucking my greedy-ass dick.”
“Gawd.”
“Here, do this with your hand while you take as much as you can.”
He gently pushed her head back down, taking her hand in his and guiding her strokes.
Lilly felt herself almost running between her legs as he guided her. His utter lack of shame and total confidence made her belly do back flips. His words and his touch, showing her how to please him, sent her inner slut into orbit.
Her mouth worked, feeling every ridge and toying with the underside of his growing head until she felt him harden on her tongue. That only stoked her need to please him more. She listened to the sounds of her wet mouth working, popping softly as he started moving her head with his rhythm, his hips now rising with each bow of her head.
“Fuck yes, God — babe, right there.”
She felt his body tighten, the first shot of his cum spraying the back of her tongue. His head hardened, the ridge flaring. He let out a rumbling groan, sounding like an animal, and Lilly took everything he had, doing her best to swallow and suck until she knew he was empty.
“Good girl. That was amazing.”
Flynn’s head was laying back again as Lilly licked and finished up, feeling a very strange sense of pride with her work. There was another side effect of her effort. She was soaking, and the hum from between her legs had become a trumpet of her own sort of crazed need.
She listened as his breathing slowed, and he raised his head with a sexy-as-hell crooked smile and tipped his head to the side, beckoning her to sit next to him.
“I have a feeling there’s someone who needs something from me.” He danced his fingers down, playing with her soft flesh and turning her hardening nipple between his fingers.
He leaned in and Lilly felt the flock of butterflies take flight as his lips took hers, his tongue inside as his body moved to push her into the sofa.
Her body melted as his mouth took her neck in kisses that felt like dreams. His fingers found her wet folds, lightly grazing at first, up one side, down the other until her body shook, and she wanted to scream.
Just when she felt like she was going to come undone, he took a bite out of her soft flesh, just near her nipple, and then drove two fingers deep inside.
Lilly couldn’t stifle the scream. She wanted nothing more than to feel him like this forever. Against her, inside her, covering her, hurting her and loving her at the same time.
She moaned as he worked in and out, the sounds of his fingers filling the room and the scent of her swirling around them.
His mouth was everywhere, moving between her breasts and then her neck, shoulders, down her arm… all while his fingers were pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
When he slipped another finger lower, Lilly felt the first blush of pressure against her dark bud and her arms locked around his shoulders in fear and her own crazed lust.
Her breathing was desperately fast, her forehead pushing into the hard muscle of his shoulder as he whispered low and even into her ear.
“You belong to me. Every part of you.”
His finger pressed inside, opening her tight ring of muscle as two other fingers worked in her wet silk.
Lilly held her breath, the sensation overwhelming as he pushed forward another inch, she felt like he was inside her so far, but he slowed, giving her a moment to relax.
“Breathe, babe. I’ve got you. I’ll never hurt you. I want to feel you come like this.”
The soft warmth of his lips fell to the curve of her shoulder, his fingers beginning to awaken parts of her that were asleep by the way he moved in and out, without shame, guiding her, taking her places she would have never been without him.
And it made her melt.
And understand what this was.
It wasn’t just sex.
It was how he loved her, how he claimed her by showing her all the ways her body could be with him.
The way he looked at her washed away all the years of self-doubt, the feelings of not being worthy of pleasure.
He drove faster, harder, and Lilly felt the small jolts of joyous pain, but she could only pull him closer as her body began to wind and twist and her voice turned to an agonizing groan.
She wept onto his hand, easing the way he pushed in and out until something inside her snapped. She widened her legs for him, pushed into the pulse of his fingers and a fire started down low in her feet. By the time she fell over the edge into a body-curling climax, her throat already hurt from the scream and her fingernails dug into his back as she held on for dear life.
Then, everything was silent.
There was no time.
No place.
Just them and the energy that seemed to make them into one.
“Babe.” Flynn’s one word drew her out of the moment.
; Her body still shook and her breath burned over raw vocal cords.
She wasn’t exactly sure how, but the next second she was attached to him again, face-to-face as he stood up, guiding her legs around his back as his cock grazed at her soaking opening.
“Take me inside you.”
Lilly shifted and let her body curve over him, amazed at how perfect they fit together, how their bodies seemed to understand one another and know exactly what to do.
He slipped inside, stretching her in a new way, and she felt that wondrous sense of how full he made her.
From almost being Colin’s bride to this. Binding to Flynn was nothing short of a miracle for her.
Again, he moved her body like he knew it even better than she did. His hands were hard and tight on her ass, slipping her body up and down against his, all the while he easily supported them both.
Lilly had never felt so free, light and completely unaware of the insecurities of her body.
When he called her beautiful, he said it like he was saying her name.
She heard the low growl come from Flynn’s chest, one hardened arm wrapping around her waist, securing her body to his. His cock drove in and out, pulling at her as his teeth found her flesh again.
Another desperate scream came from Lilly and Flynn let himself go completely, the sound of their bodies slick and moving together. The scent of the lake and their combined sex swirled in the air.
“Oh god!”
Those were the only words that came from Lilly before her body gave in again, his cock so deep she felt the little twinge of pain in her belly, the burning as he spread her opening.
A wave of peace came with her climax. She really believed he would keep her safe, that he cared for her more than she cared for herself.
The look on his face as he fucked into her was more than intense. It was the look of a man inside of himself, combating some inner demon that threatened to come out and claim her in a more dangerous way.
For the first time, she thought about how much she wanted him to come inside of her, how she wanted them this way, utter and complete without fear of what may come.
“You’re my baby girl, aren’t you?”