Bitten (Blood Bonded Book 1)

by Chloe Grey

  But with Dave... I required nothing in exchange for giving in to his demands. I actually loved giving Dave blowjobs, and I was sure the novelty wasn’t going to wear off anytime soon.

  And it was oddly comforting kneeling to him, giving up control, obeying his commands.

  Finally my sex god came out, though disappointedly still not nude, judging by what I could only see—his dark jeans and bare feet.

  He circled behind me, and I used every inch of willpower to not turn around. Another minute passed. I had no idea what the hell he was doing. He was deathly silent, and hearing his footsteps, he was just walking around mindlessly. I almost breathed a sigh of relief when I finally felt his touch delving into my hair.

  “Is a french braid difficult to do?”

  Always one of those weird questions that seem to pop out of nowhere.

  I thought for a while. “It’s very time consuming.”

  I heard a sharp inhale. “Would you do it for me?”

  “Of course.”

  “I want you in a french braid.”

  “Why?” I bit my tongue, but it was too late.

  I felt him shrug. “To me, it would give you a more submissive look.”

  He went to my front, and I gasped when, without warning, Dave pushed his index finger inside my drenched folds. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked into his eyes, breathing harder as he circled around inside me, gathering my wetness. I realised he was now half naked. Those solid pecs of his were rising and falling heavily, his nipples as hard as mine. He was getting really turned on by this.

  Dave withdrew his finger and pressed it to my lips. “Taste.”

  I did, sucking on his finger. After a few beats, he pulled back and lapped the remainder up.

  Dave glanced back down at my sex. “You’re ready for me.”

  No shit. “Yes.”

  I added ‘Sir’ immediately after, mentally slapping myself for forgetting.

  “Stand up.”

  I did so, pushing off the cushion then standing there awkwardly as he scrutinized me.

  “Still needs more grace,” he muttered seemingly to himself, then placed his wet finger on my chin. “I wanted to ask you this, but forgot.” He paused. “What won’t you do with me? I want to know your limits. What you will and won’t do.”

  That was easy. “No limits.”

  “Sir,” I added quickly.

  He raised a dark brow, looking at me curiously.

  I frowned back. “What?”

  “Anything? No limits?”

  “No limits,” I confirmed. “I trust you.”

  He looked at me, raising a thumb and brushing my lower lip. “And I’m glad for that. But...” He trailed off and looked a bit disturbed.

  “You’re the only person I completely trust. Do what you want.” Then I remembered what he’d made me say before. “I’m yours.”

  That seemed to satisfy him. Dave pulled me closer and tilted his head down so we were just barely brushing lips, the minty goodness invading me.“You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours.”

  He kissed me then. Soft, hot, wet. I broke apart.

  “Come,” he said, and I almost did, until I realised he was tugging my elbows and leading me out of the bedroom. God damn it. When are we going to fuck?

  Dave had me bent over the dining table, the furnished wood so cool against my breasts. He spread my arms wide, ordering me to grip the edges of the table and to not to let go—no matter what.

  I heard him walk back to the bedroom, and I glared daggers at his backside. My body was already burning up, my sex tightening in greedy demand. This was torture, and I couldn't tell my body that it had to be patient. Mind over matter. Well, not with Dave.

  He came back, gloriously naked, and with a small black bottle. From my enhanced eyesight, I could make out the wordings on the bottle. Anxiety shot through me.

  He flipped opened the cap and lathered the lube into his palm then began spreading them evenly across his thick member.

  “Cass?”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Sorry,” I mumbled, pissed at myself more than him now. I addressed him properly.

  “Why do you want me to fuck you here?” He gestured the desired point with his thumb. I moaned.

  “Because I want you there,” I said simply. That was true.

  “Why didn’t you do it with your other partners?”

  I hesitated, and he placed his hand on mine, his calloused palms so rough yet comforting. “You can tell me, love.”

  I sighed. “I’m just... scared. I know it will be painful.”

  “But you want me there? Why?”

  I forced a smile. “Because you’re not them. And I want to give myself completely to you. Completely.” I emphasised the word.

  He pecked my lips before circling behind me. “There will be pain at first, yes. But I believe you will come to enjoy it.”

  I gasped when I felt his wet finger sliding in between my ass cheeks, into that forbidden place that almost all my past boyfriends wanted in. My answers were always the same.

  I felt my whole body tensed.

  “Don’t be scared. Relax.”

  “I’m not,” I immediately replied, almost a snap.

  “You’re tensing, love. Relax, so I can enter.”

  I blew out a deep breath, then focused on controlling them. In and out. In and out. I willed myself to relax. And I did—I think—because his finger slid in further, and my grips on the table tightened.

  He circled my opening, lubricating me up, and I bit down on my bottom lip, hard. Every single muscle fiber in my body clenched back up again, shutting him off.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” he replied softly, then withdrew his fingers. Shit. Did he give up? Why do you have to be such a pussy, Cassandra?

  Dave came back to my sides, capturing my nape. “Do you trust me?”

  That hurt. If he had to ask that, then it meant that he had lost faith in me, that he thought I didn’t believe in him. That wasn’t my intention. My body just reacted automatically. I wanted to scream.

  “Yes,” I muttered.

  He arched a brow, and I added a ‘Sir’ numbly.

  “Don’t be upset. Look at me.”

  I did. Those mystifying shades of blue were so full of understanding, compassion, love, and the smile he gave me next melted my insides. “Close your eyes.”

  I did so quickly, desperate to not make him doubt me again.

  “Don’t open them, love. I’m going to try again. This time, I want you to feel the sensations. Every one of them. Feel them, savour them, and I promise you that there is nothing to fear.”

  I didn’t reply, repeating his words over and over in my mind, until he snapped me out of my mantra by slapping my ass cheeks.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I squealed. The contact didn’t hurt, but nobody had done that before. Adrenaline spiked through me, and I wiggled slightly. Is this what submission feels like? Because I could really get used to this.

  I felt his finger slide in again, this time with more lube, and I tried my hardest to do what he told me.

  I wanted this. So why was I so scared? I blew out a drawn-out breath, my eyes squeezing tighter as Dave pushed in, relishing the unfamiliar sensations instead of being anxious at the intrusion. His whole finger was inside me now, circling around, readying me for what’s about to come.

  “Dav—Sir?”

  “Yes, love?

  “I’m scared.”

  I felt him pull out, then circle back to my sides, then a cool, light brush of his heavenly lips on my cheeks. He was gone again. No words exchanged. That was enough.

  I wrestled the flurry of nerves in my gut when I felt his hands gently spread me open, then the crown of his cock pressing up against me, very slowly.

  In, out. In, out.

  He’s not there yet. Oh, fuck. Now he’s entering, he’s entering! My hips buckled. In,
out. In, out. In—

  He entered. Partially there, now halfway in...

  I tried to close my mouth to cover my screams, but I remembered that I didn’t have the permission to move my hands. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and mentally cursed the table as if it were the one that gave me the order, gripping the furniture tighter until my knuckles turned white. I think. I didn’t know. My eyes were still sealed shut.

  “Christ.” Dave gritted out. “So. Damn. Tight.”

  With a groan, he pushed forward, breaching my cramped muscles. I grunted, struggling to accommodate him, then moaned. Damn it. The people next door were bound to hear that.

  “Shit,” I spat out, biting down on my lips harder, trying to suppress the pain. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  I didn’t know why I was making a huge fuss about it. It wasn’t THAT painful. I had taken countless cuts, bruises, fractured bones, hell even a punctured stomach. This was nothing compared to those, and yet, I still felt the pain radiating through me, pricking my entire body with pins and needles. I felt like passing out, and then pleasure took over, the exquisite feeling of bliss.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I panted out, my eyes still snapped shut, my voice throaty.

  “Good. The pain should mostly be over now. I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

  I nodded.

  He did so, with exaggerated patience, until half his cock was exposed to the cool air. He stopped.

  “I’m going in again, Cass.”

  “Go,” I breathed.

  Dave reentered with the same precise control. I tensed slightly in anticipation of another prick of pain, but none came. He was fully inside of me again, then out, then driving forward again, repeating the movement over and over until I was moved to the edge once again, the pressure becoming too much to handle.

  I kept my teeth gritted down. If Dave—Sir—wanted me to come, and he seemed to have an imaginary power to always know, then he would tell me to. Until then, I would keep the climax at bay. My teeth felt like they would break from grinding down too much, and I could swear that I was going to tear a chunk off the table.

  “Are you close, love?”

  “Yes!” I roared.

  I heard Dave chuckle behind me, then increased his rhythm, now putting his full weight behind every pump. I was helpless to fight him so I rammed back, finally making use of my hips, trembling as the adrenaline coursed through me, moaning as the heat burned me alive. I was so desperate for him. I wanted the high, the addictive rush. Now.

  I felt his cock twitch, this must be—

  “Now!”

  Hot milky, delicious come exploded inside me. I jerked forward. Thank god I was alive. That I didn’t die back then, in the house. I could die happy now.

  “Jesus, Cass,” Dave gritted out, his grip on me tightening, and I tensed up all over, my muscles clenching and rippling around his spurting cock.

  Then it was all over. I fell apart on the table, Dave behind me, still inside me. I struggled to catch my breath as his fingers made slow circles over my ass cheeks, occasionally cupping them. I could feel his nail marks on them, and I shivered with delight. I felt completely his.

  “Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?”

  “No,” I lied.

  “I love your ass. Now you know.” He finished the words with a hard slap to my left ass cheek. “And it’s ‘No, Sir’”.

  I made an embarrassing high pitched noise at the contact. That was definitely going to leave a mark. I quickly recomposed myself. “Is that how you punish your girls?”

  “Girl,” he corrected, his minty breath so hot against the back of my neck. “Only you.”

  We laid in silence for a while, our breathing returning from the racing highs. I fidgeted. It was getting really uncomfortable being sandwiched.

  “Sir, are we done?”

  “No.” But he didn’t move. I could still feel his cock twitching and shifting around.

  Finally, Dave pulled out and turned me around, making me see that beautiful face of his again.

  “Hi,” I smiled, lifting my eyes up and meeting his gaze casually, like my body wasn’t melting into liquid fire from staring at those piercing blues.

  Dave didn’t reply. Instead, he roughly pulled me into his parting lips. I moaned as I felt their plumpness, tasting the underlying fresh mintiness that I’d grown so addicted to. I pressed my mouth harder over his, slipping my tongue inside, pouring every ounce of what I felt at that very moment: love, compassion, devotion, submission, everything. I hoped he could taste them.

  If that wasn’t possible, then I would have to resort to verbal communication. I would tell him how much I loved him before every hug, before every kiss, before every night in bed as I fall asleep on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart and inhaling his dominating scent.

  “These,” he began, breaking the kiss and moving his hands away from my cheeks, skimming the curve of my breasts, then circling his thumbs over my pebbled nipples, “belong to me.”

  I arched my back against him, moaning my contentment as he played with my swollen breasts.

  “Cass.”

  I half opened my eyes. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Repeat what I said.”

  I paused for a second, not sure what he meant.

  He pinched my nipples and my eyes shut back up again. My moans were beginning to sound like wild cries. “These belong to me. Say it.”

  “Those,” I gasped, completely under his spell, “belong to you.”

  I yelped when he shifted his grip lower, lifting me by the hips. I crossed my legs, my breaths becoming ragged again as he carried me from the living room into ours, his throbbing erection burning against my navel the entire time.

  Dave dropped me on his side of the bed, then climbed on top of me. I felt the mattress bowing at our combined weight, and I hastily shifted my body, moving it to a comfortable position, spreading my legs simultaneously, giving him limitless access.

  He leaned in and whispered words of endearment into my ear. The effect was instantaneous. My heartbeat tripled in pace, feeling like a jackhammer on steroids, and the receding, dull throb of hunger inside me exploded, inclining sharply, making my core completely drenched again.

  Usually I would tire out after one or two orgasms. But with Dave? I could go on all day.

  Dave didn’t play any more games this time, which both surprised and delighted me. Lining up his massive erection against my sex, he pushed in. A wild moan escaped his lips at the impact. I moaned with him, then inhaled sharply as he moved his hips, finding a deeper spot.

  I rolled my hips, and he followed suit. Soon enough, my lover was fully inside of me, pounding away like he had been sex deprived for years.

  No more gentle Dave. He was like an animal now, surging in and out with abandon, driving into me with maddened lust, every hard thrust being felt through my entire being.

  I followed his energy, pulsing with the sensations. My heart was pumping faster and harder than never before. He moved so damn perfectly inside me, like he was made with me in mind.

  With our grunts now in sync, I lifted my hips to receive stroke after stroke, accepting him deeper, offering my body like I had never offered it to any other man.

  All sort of sense of self within me disappeared, and I became feral with him.

  I used every trick in the book to keep my orgasm at bay, but I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to him. I gripped the bed, clawed at his sweat slicked back, dug my heels harder into the mattress, screamed my lungs out to the heavens. I wanted to fight tooth and nail to extend this magical moment, this intimacy, to prolong the completeness and fullness that I felt right now.

  But fuck me, it was impossible.

  “Dave, Sir,” I exhaled out, my collar tight, my hair all messed up, my body drenched, my lungs desperate for air, for his scent. He looked at me, and I shook my head. I failed. This was too much; he was too damn perfect. “I can’t, oh god. I’m sorry. I-
I’m going to—”

  “It’s okay, love” he replied softly, not slowing down his onslaught. “Come for me.”

  The world slipped away. This time, Dave pulled me back in quicker, catching me by the lips as wave after wave of pleasure wrecked my entire body.

  Dave came a few beats later. I felt his whole body tense, whimpered as his cock jerked, then cried as liquid fire came spilling into me. I arched myself against all that hard, flexing muscles, feeling as the tremors rocked his powerful frame while mine quivered under his.

  I dug my nails deeper into his back, while my other hand glided up to his hair, pushing my fingers through his inky black strands.

  In return, Dave wrapped his arms around me, and scooped me up into a sitting position. My drenched back hit the soft headboard. He was still pounding his hips into me, every thrust intense and measured. My insides screamed at the impact, my inner muscles milking him for everything he could offer, and my god, he offered a lot.

  With our breaths mingling, our sweats sealing together, our bodies melding tight, all I could think of was my betrayal just hours ago, where I had imagined a world without Dave. I wanted to leave him, to go off on my own. I knew I couldn’t, but still, the thought was at the forefront of my mind.

  I felt guilty. So, I pulled away from his lips. I looked at him. He looked at me. I said the three words I’d only reserved to the special ones in my life. Mom, Dad, and now Dave.

  I had told Dave that I loved him three times now. And his reactions had always been the same. His lips parted, his blues expanded, his jaw tensed, and so did the rest of his body. It was like, for a split second, he didn’t believe it. But I knew he knew that wasn’t true. If he didn’t, then he would be mad, like the world around us.

  Maybe that wasn’t so bad. Maybe we were both mad. All of us.

  With that oath, I made a fiery promise to myself that I would see through, no matter what. No matter how bad things would get.

  “I love you too,” he said after a long pause, visibly relaxing, then leaned in to reclaim my lips. His tongue sweeped slowly along the curve of my mouth, then collided with mine, both of us sparring until the remnants of our orgasms slipped away, but not us.