“You were a child, Tina, and a traumatized one at that. He should have been the one helping you. He was the fucking adult here. Let me guess, he lost it, started drinking and became violent.”
Tina nodded and he released his death grip on her shoulders.
“He did, but it wasn’t as straight cut as that. You see, mum met him at an AA meeting. Her brother was an alcoholic, and she used to go with him for moral support. When she met dad, it was love at first sight, from what I can gather. She gave him the strength to finally kick the habit for good. With her gone…well, I guess Dad lost the will to live. He tried at first, he really did. I knew he was drinking, but it was manageable. He still worked, and even though he reeked of booze at times, he was still my dad. Things changed when I got older, and lippy. You know what teenage girls can be like. I guess I blamed him for mum’s death. Had he been more of a provider, she wouldn’t have had to work, and been in that shop at that time, etc. etc. I was far from amazing, Ronan. I said some very spiteful, selfish things, that I’m not proud of now.”
Ronan pulled her close again and dropped a kiss on her hair.
“Children the world over do that. It didn’t give him the right to beat you.”
Tina shivered and snuggled in closer, her words muffled against his chest.
“Yes, well, he did. I guess he couldn’t cope with me growing up. The alcohol didn’t help. He became a stranger, especially once he lost his job. Luckily the mortgage had been paid off at mum’s death. I got a part-time job alongside school to help with the everyday bills, and I threw myself into my studies. Anything to stay out of the house, and away from his belt really. The day I left to go to Uni was the last time I properly talked to him. Dad had one of his rare sober moments. He gave me a hug and said he was proud of me. Anyway, fast forward a few years, and he died of a heart attack. I found out that not only had he been drinking, but gambling, too. I had to sell the house to cover his debts. It didn’t leave much over for me, and I had my student loan on my back, too. I majored in business studies, see. I knew I would never be able to start my own business in London. Besides the place held too many bad memories, so I got into my car, and drove. I ended up here, and the rest is history.”
She fell silent, and they simply rocked on the old chair, the occasional squeak the only sound in the room.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said.
Ronan stopped the chair and sat up more.
“For what?” he asked.
“For freaking out earlier. I know you wouldn’t hit me with the thing, not like he did, anyway, but when I saw the belt, it all came rushing back at me, and all I saw was dad standing over me with his belt in his hand and hitting me, and—”
Ronan shut her up with a kiss, and her immediate surrender to his gentle probing made him grow hard again. Tina moaned into his mouth and he wrapped a hand in her hair to angle her head to give him better access. Deepening the kiss he ran his free hand up her side until he could cup her breast. He kneaded the heavy mound and ran his thumb over the already erect nipple. It hardened further under his touch and Tina’s needy sigh shot straight to his balls. Her fingernail dug into his biceps, in a seeming attempt to hold him in place.
He tore his mouth from hers with a groan, and studied her. Eyes shut, with her hair in wild disarray around her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips parted slightly, she looked like a woman ready to fuck, but he had to be sure.
“Fuck, I want you, babe, but if you’re not ready, now is the time to put a stop to this, before I won’t be able to step away. Tell me you want this.”
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and he saw the same desperate need he felt reflected back at him.
“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard and help me chase those images away, Sir.”
Ronan’s bear roared his approval, and Tina grew even more pliant in his arms. He could smell the renewed wetness between her legs, and he shot to his feet eager for a proper taste of his girl.
Tina shrieked when he threw her onto the soft bed, and before she had even stopped bouncing, he joined her. Pulling his vest over his top in one fluid move, his jeans were next and his cock bounced up to his belly. He toed out of his trainers and pulled his jeans all the way off, so that he stood naked before her. The hungry look with which she ran her gaze all over his body meant he had to fist himself to relieve some of the ache in his balls.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispered the words and Ronan smiled.
“So are you, baby.”
A frown marred her features and she shook her head.
“No, I’m not. My belly is too big, my boobs are ridiculously large, and my thighs rub together when I move. I’m hardly model material.”
Ronan allowed more of his bear to show in his annoyance at her words, and Tina swallowed nervously, when he yanked her closer to him by her ankles, until her butt half hung off the bed. He dropped to his knees and used his claws to rip off her thong.
Tina gasped, and he looked up at her.
“I don’t want a fucking model. I want you. All of you. You’re my mate and I love the fact that you have flesh I can hold onto when I fuck you. I want to see those tits bounce when I thrust into you, and you come around my cock, screaming my name. You’re mine, Tina, and I will not tolerate you thinking less of you. Do you hear me?”
She nodded slightly, but the expression in her eyes gave her away. She didn’t believe him. Ronan swore, and flipped her over until she was face down on the bed. With her ass hanging off she was in the perfect position for a spanking and he grinned.
“I can see that you need convincing. It is not nice to doubt your Sir, girl.”
Without warning he brought the flat hand of his hand down on her generous ass, and Tina shrieked, and tried to push up by her elbows, but Ronan was having none of that. He pushed her back down on the bed with a hand on the small of her back and she went limp at his growled, “Stay.”
He delivered several more stinging swats to her ass, the dominant in him satisfied at the way her skin pinked under his hands. He massaged the hot skin and a whimper escaped Tina, and she grew ever wetter for him.
“Give me a color, babe. Let me know you’re okay with this.” The last thing he wanted to do was put her off this, no matter how much she seemed to be with him in the moment. She was so damn responsive to him, he could easily push her too hard and too fast.
He tunneled two of his fingers into her wet channel and she moaned. Her internal muscles squeezed the digits, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Fuck, you’re so incredibly tight around my fingers, how long has it been since you last took a man?” He grunted the words through gritted teeth, and when she didn’t answer him, he swatted her ass again.
“Talk to me, Tina. Or by god, I stop this right now. I can tell how close you are to coming again. You like my hand on your ass, don’t you. It makes you all wet and horny for my cock. If I do this…” He curled up his fingers until he found her sweet spot and Tina groaned deep in her throat, and she grew wetter still. “Oh, yes, my naughty little girl likes that. You could come so easily now, couldn’t you, but I won’t let you. Naughty girls do not get to come.” He withdrew his fingers, soaked with her arousal and licked them clean.
Tina moaned and tried to get up again, but another much harder swat to her ass stopped her. Her butt jiggled and Ronan grinned at the clear handprint he left on her ass. At this rate she would have bruises in the morning. Her skin looked as though it would bruise easily and his bear strutted—that was really the only word for it—at the thought of his having left a mark on her body.
“Please, Sir…I need to…please.” Tina’s gasped words as she fisted the bedcovers made him so hard he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He had to be in her soon, but not yet.
He spanked her again and pushed three of his fingers into her greedy cunt this time. Like before her internal walls squeezed the life out the digits, and he groaned. The tiny quivers around them told him how close she was, and he str
oked her g-spot once and then withdrew.
“Damn it.” Tina screeched and her hips took on a life of their own, as she tried to press her clit into the edge of the bed in an effort to get herself off. Ronan grabbed her hips, pulled her backward and kneed her legs apart. That position meant the tip of his cock slid through her wet folds, and the most exquisite agony shot up his dick from the sensation. He allowed himself a few lazy strokes through her labia, circling the hard nub of her clit and sinking a little bit further into her pussy hole at every up stroke. Her greedy little cunt tried to clamp down on him, but he was very much in charge in this position. His claws ran out, as he dug his hands further into her soft hips to stop her from pushing back against him, and Tina keened her distress.
Oh, how he enjoyed torturing a naughty little subby with a little orgasm denial. It had been way too long since he had played. Let alone with someone as beautifully bratty, responsive, and submissive all rolled into one like his Tina.
He ignored his huffing bear telling him that he was also torturing himself. It would be worth it. Tina’s orgasm would be breathtaking when he finally allowed her to come.
He pulled away completely and blew against her pink, wet, and swollen flesh. Tina’s whole body shook and he didn’t think she was aware of the incomprehensible noises that spilled from her mouth.
With her ass all hot and pink from his hands, her body covered in the fine sheen of arousal, and her cunt dripping wet her other hole called him. He spread her ass cheeks, and the tight ring of muscle opened slightly and mocked him to taste.
“I’m still waiting for your answer. What color are you?”
“God, green…so fucking green. Please, Sir.”
He grinned at her breathy reply and bent his head to taste her. Tina went back to mumbling to herself, and he was sure he caught the odd swear word in there directed at him, as she fisted the covers in a white-knuckled grip, and shook her head from side to side. He couldn’t see the expression on her face, covered as it was by her black hair, but her body told him all he needed to know.
“And how long has it been, babe?” he asked.
“Too fucking long. Please, Sir…I need to come.”
Her plaintive cries made his grin deepen. Oh yes, he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Ronan licked her delicate folds, careful to stay away from the desperately clenching bundle of nerves at the top of her hood, and Tina gushed into his mouth. Like the sweetest nectar her cream coated his tongue and he drank eagerly, licking her clean, until she lay there whimpering. He came up for air and pulled her ass cheeks apart even further, and licked a path from her pussy hole to her anus. Tina tensed slightly when he ran his tongue around her rim and then pushed into her forbidden depths. She tasted different back here, but no less sweet to his bear, and he reveled at her silent submission to breaching her nether hole.
Ronan withdrew, and swiping his finger through her renewed wetness, brought it up to her saliva slickened hole and pushed one finger inside. Her muscles tensed around him and he kissed her shoulder blades.
“Shhhh, relax, let me in. How about back here? Have you ever taken a man here?”
Tina shook her head, and a primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the nuts. To know that he would be the first to breach that tight hole, to see it stretch around his cock, had his balls drawn tight to his body. Ronan withdrew his fingers, wiped them clean with the wet wipes he kept on his bed stand, and grasped his cock by the root.
“Good. Know this, when I claim you as mine, it will be with my cock buried in your ass, and you will love every minute of it.”
He slid the tip of his dick through her pussy again, and Tina groaned.
“Oh, god, yes, anything, please just let me… oohhhhhh.”
Her words trailed off on a long drawn out groan as he chose that moment to slowly push into her pussy hole. Sweat dripped into his eyes and ran down between his shoulder blades at the restraint needed. He was big and wet as she was, she was so goddamn tight. Like a velvet glove her cunt clamped down on his dick, and he pulled out slightly to push in a little further.
Tina wailed and pushing the curtain of her hair out of the way he leant over her to kiss her. She returned the kiss and by the time he broke away, he was over half way in. The sight of his cock stretched around her pussy lips and slick with her juices was the most erotic thing he had seen in a long time, and he gritted his teeth against the impending orgasm building at the bottom of his spine.
“Relax, Tina, take all of me. Open up for your Sir.”
He yanked her head up by her hair, and a moan slipped from her lips, as he slid in the last few inches, until his balls hit her clit.
Tina panted in small shallow breaths, and he tightened his hold on her hair and withdrew, only to thrust in deep again.
“God, yes, more, more, oh, god.”
Tina’s incoherent moans spurred him on, and one hand anchored in her hair, the other clasping her hip, he started to thrust in earnest. The bed creaked and shook with the force he used, but he could no more restrain himself than he could have stopped breathing right now. Besides Tina was with him every step of the way. She pushed back against him, the loud slap of their sweat-slicked bodies coming together competed with their harsh breathing. Tina’s long denied orgasm built and built and when he changed the angle of his thrust, so that every move hit her sweet spot she tensed underneath him.
“Let go, babe, fly. Come for your Sir.”
As though those were the words she had been waiting for, Tina screamed and clamped down around him in rhythmic waves that sent him, too, over the edge. He thrust in deep and stayed there, as her body shook and writhed underneath him and he shot his load deep inside her tight clasp. The world narrowed and dimmed with the force of his own release, and completely spent he collapsed on top of her.
Chapter Seven
Tina couldn’t breathe. Had she died and gone to heaven, maybe? No, she was lying facedown on Ronan’s bed with his cock still rammed up so tight inside of her that she felt utterly full. Never in her entire life had she come as hard as she had then. She clenched her internal muscles around his thick shaft, and the big lump of a man, no scratch that, bear, squashing the life out of her, grunted into her neck.
“You keep doing that, and I’ll be ready for round two in no time.”
He kissed her and she could feel his lips curve into a smile against her sweat slicked skin. Judging by how hard he still was inside of her, she didn’t doubt that claim for one minute. Clearly shifters had much faster recovery times than mere ordinary men, and she giggled at the thought of her last boyfriend. He’d needed plenty of encouragement to even get going the first time, never mind subsequent times.
Her vision dimmed as Ronan moved slightly and pushed her further into the mattress. Fuck, she couldn’t breathe. She really didn’t want to die like that. Not when there were so many more breathtaking orgasms in her future. Unable to speak she waved her arms about feebly, and Ronan swore and got off her. Unfortunately that also meant the removal of his delicious cock. Tina took deep gulps of the life-giving air, and Ronan lifted her upright, still swearing to himself. Tina couldn’t help it, she laughed. This was simply too ridiculous. With her immediate need for oxygen taken care of, her clit clenched anew at the sight of a naked Ronan hovering over her with a worried expression on his face.
He ran a hand through his hair, and she sighed at the play of muscles on his impressive chest. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body. He was a study in honed, hair-roughened muscle, and her fingers itched to run them through his chest hair and follow his happy trail over his rock hard abs down to the nest of black hair from which his cock sprang up proudly. Oh yes, he was definitely ready for round two. As was she, to be fair. Ronan seemed to have awakened her inner nymphomaniac, and she giggled anew. A giggle that turned into a frown when she moved and her sore ass made contact with the sheet, and more worryingly a gush of his sticky semen trickled down the inside of her thighs.
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p; Shit. She was on the pill, so there was no worry there, but shit! Tina couldn’t remember a time where she had been this careless. Never, ever would she have let a man near her without protection before. What had gotten into her?
With that uncanny ability Ronan seemed to have to sense her mood he cupped her chin and scanned her body.
“What? Are you okay? I’m sorry I was bit rough on you, I—”
Tina slapped his hand away and he frowned.
“It’s not that. You didn’t use a fucking condom. Why? How dare you take such liberties with my health.”
She glared at him and he at least looked slightly uncomfortable, but not overly concerned. In fact she was sure there was a slight grin hovering around his lips. Lips she so wanted to trace with her tongue, damn it. Lips that had brought her so much pleasure only moments before. Her cheeks heated at the thought of where exactly they had been and she sought refuge in anger to take her mind off her raging libido.
Instead, she slapped those mouthwatering abs in front of her, brought her knees up to her chest, an action that made her wince and grow wet at the same time. Her poor ass protested that move, yet welcoming heat travelled down to her pussy, and her breathing hitched. Really, this was hopeless.
“Would it help if I said I was so overawed by your sweet submission that the thought never crossed my mind?” He winked at her and she hit him again for good measure and shook her head.
“No, that would not fucking help, you—”
Ronan pulled her closer and kissed her, effectively stopping her angry words, and much to her disgust she melted against him and kissed him back. When he let her come back up for air, they were both breathing heavily and she was sure the sheet under her bum would be wet with her arousal. She pushed against his chest and he let her go.
“I’m sorry, Tina. I don’t mean to belittle this. I would never take liberties with your health. Shifters are immune from any type of sexually transmitted disease, and besides, I always use condoms. Well, until now, that is.”
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