Authors: Ember Chase
Screaming for him, which is exactly what happens. He licks and suckles my neck as his fingers claim me below the waist. I love putting that smug look on his face. My breathing slows as he pulls me in for a slow kiss.
It hits me like a ton of bricks and by the time the kiss is over, tears are streaming down my face.
Not all of them are mine. I was afraid that unsettling lust he fears so much would overtake him, but I think we’re crashing instead. This is it. I can’t believe how painful it is. I howl into his shoulder until there’s nothing left as he rocks me back and forth, his arms shaking uncontrollably. Our hands couldn’t be pried apart with a crowbar as we try our best to stop crying long enough to kiss. Eventually we stop trying to outlast each other and finally fall asleep.
Maya
The first step to going through with this is getting out of this apartment. Too bad I can’t make myself open the door. After at least a dozen attempts, I haven’t even gotten close to touching the handle because my stomach twists until I choke. Isaac is standing stoically on the other side of the room, watching me. My hearing zeroes in on his arrhythmic breathing and I struggle not to turn around.
There’s no reason to stay. We’ve gone over the plan a dozen times and said our temporary goodbyes. It’s never going to feel right. I’ll see him tonight if he can. Don’t make this harder on him. And don’t let him see you tear up.
Take a deep breath, turn this stupid handle and walk into the hallway. It seems so simple
, but it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. My heart thumps its way into my throat when the cool metal hits my fingertips. Just do it.
“Stop,”
he whispers. “This isn’t over. Not yet.” There’s something about his tone that sends a chill crawling across my skin and concentrates my racing pulse in my clit. “Turn around. Now.”
That voice. I knew he
wouldn’t let me go that easily. To say his expression is feral when I turn around would be an understatement. But the hesitation that tormented him last night is gone entirely. Looks like someone needs to mark his territory after all. Dropping my chin, I blink at him as he stalks toward me, his shoulders as squared off as his perfect stubbly jaw. I want to drag my lips across both of them, but I won’t move until he tells me to.
“Take your
shirt off,” he demands. The world goes black for a moment as I comply and he’s suddenly standing closer. “Now the bra.” He stifles a groan that I wish he’d have let out full force. “Keep going.” I’m so horny and shaky that I stumble a little getting my shoes off. Isaac grabs my wrist to stop me as I move to slide my panties down, nipping the end of my nose as he winds his fingers into the thin fabric on my hipbones and rips them down to my ankles in one swift motion.
Holy shit. I bow my head automatically as I step out of the pile of clothes. With a mischievous snicker, he lifts my chin with one hand and claims my hair with the other, plunging his tongue into my mouth. “Now get on your knees and show me that you know who you belong to now,” he snarls into my ear.
I gasp when he drags us down to the floor. He’s kneeling before me, the ferocity in his eyes replaced with surprise and a hint of disgust. That shocked him almost as much as it shocked me. The beast morphs into the little boy that wakes up and doesn’t quite know how he got here, his jaw clenched and shaking. My lips are drawn to his furrowed brow like a magnet to steel. “I’m all yours,” I tell him. “So you can have me any way you want me.”
After a few seconds filled with ragged breaths, his lips curl upward into a smile that mirrors the one that
I wear to let him know I want this just as much as he does. Hell, probably more. The crooked, lecherous grin I crave fades into something darker that I might desire even more. Isaac growls, attacking my neck with his hungry mouth as his hands fondle my breasts, roughly tweaking my nipples as I groan.
“Show me
,” he rasps, rising to his feet.
He’s shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but these low slung jeans that he knows drive me insane. I thought he was just trying to leave a good final impression when he pulled them on this morning. The button almost clicks when I force it through the hole, each t
ooth of the zipper echoing in my ears as I slide it down. He watches me, his thumbs in the belt loops on his hips. I love it when he gets like this. I need it.
I free him, looking up at fiery eyes as I wrap my fingers around his length. He nods, wordlessly commanding me to do as I’m told. My mouth waters as my lips part, but then I stop
. I never get this close of a look at his dick, certainly not in the bright midmorning light that fills this apartment that isn’t ours anymore. The rough patch of skin that’s about to drag across my tongue, that thick red line that starts on his shaft and barely warps the cleft of his head, that scrape that was bleeding, the place where he hurt himself while trying to resist me. It hasn’t healed. It definitely should have, it’s been far too long. Weeks. A scar. Definitely not a cut, perhaps a burn? It was here long before he met me and it’s never going away.
He grunts and
tilts his pelvis toward me, dragging his thumb across my jaw and tickling that spot below my ear before threading his fingers into my hair. I know what he wants, what he needs, but I’m shaken. I can’t stop picturing what he must have looked like, how much it must have hurt. I stroke him slowly, catching the bead of moisture with my thumb and dragging it down, teasing the sensitive, marred skin. He groans, the muscles across his hips flexing visibly. Locking eyes with him as I look up, I plant a gentle kiss on the tip of him. Then another and another. His lips part as he inhales in surprise. My mouth dances around him, skimming over the nearly invisible scars on his length, flicking my tongue against cleft of his head, covering his groin with kisses the way I kiss his perfect face.
“I love you so much, Isaac.”
The hand in my hair my hair loosens, his fingers tickling my scalp as he blinks in disbelief. He can’t say it back because his knees buckle when I envelop him and he cries out a breathless version of my name instead. He doesn’t have to, I know he does. Groaning, I sink down on him as far as I can, sucking him ravenously, giving him everything I have. This could be the last time I ever get the chance.
He wants it rough, I can feel the need traveling down his arm as his hand makes a fist, hear it in every quickened, hitched breath. I gladly give it to him as hard as I can, as fast as I can.
“Stop,” he orders when he’s at the brink. Without hesitation, I sink back onto my heels and peek up at him, waiting for his next command. “Touch yourself. Don’t come.” Heat rushes to my cheeks as I spread my thighs and slide my finger over my pulsing clit. His head cocks to the side as he watches me. “Stroke me while you do it. Stop right before.” I wrap my fingers around him and do what he tells me. I’m panting and wiggling, my body begging me to keep going, but I don’t dare.
“I like to tease, it’s one of my favorite things to do.” My jealousy surges. If he’d have put it that way before, I wouldn’t have held out on him this long. “He took that away from me and I want it back.”
“You can have it.”
“I love to hear you beg. I want to see you writhe and wait for me to say
that you can.” I moan musically, arching my back. My hands are so weak and shaky I can barely control them, but he told me to keep going so I will. “Stop. Put your hands in your lap.”
“Please,” I whine.
“Not yet.” My lips part to beg again, but my mouth is filled with him before any words can escape. He calls out, sinking deeper as I struggle keep my jaw wide enough. “Pinch your nipples. Hard.” My squeal is muffled as I gladly obey him. I squirm in his grasp, but his hands are wrapped in my hair and hold my head steady. “Look at me,” he orders. My eyes flick up to meet his. “Good girl. Now hold still.”
That strange liquid pours out of me onto my ankles as he
grunts. I keep my eyes locked with his while he claims my mouth, my fingers clamped on my nipples until he demands I pull them away when I’m about to release. I screech in protest around him as he lets out an infuriating chuckle when I comply.
He rips out of m
y mouth, growling in my ear as he pulls me to my feet and bends me over the counter beside us. Before I get my bearing, he drives inside of me in one savage thrust, holding my head down against the stainless steel. I cry out from the shock and the pain, but it almost made me come and I think the only reason I didn’t is because he didn’t tell me I could. Every thrust racks my body and I go limp in his grasp. It only makes him fuck me harder. I’m finally giving him what he wants and I don’t care that it hurts, not in the slightest. He deserves this. He needs this. And I was made to give it to him.
With a grunt, he pulls me upwards by my hair, his elbow digging into the small of my back as he fucks me harder than he ever has. I don’t even try to squirm, flooding my thighs as he breathes heat into my ear.
“You are mine now,” he snarls. “This body is mine. Completely, entirely
mine
.”
“Yes, Isaac.”
“Mmmm.” He sinks into me deeply, roughly. He loves when I say that. “These are mine.” Pulling me back further until my spine is so arched it might snap, he gropes my breasts, pinching my nipple until I squeal. “I like them just the way they are, they’re so beautiful. And no one else gets to see them anymore. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Isaac.”
“You’re so good for me when I’m inside of you. And you are going to start being good for me when I’m not inside of you, too, because you belong to me now. You always have and you always will.” He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and bites down until I yelp. “Tell me. Use my name.”
“
I belong to you, Isaac.”
“This perfect, tight little pussy is the only
one I will ever fuck again, and my dick will be the only one that goes inside of it.” He bucks into me harshly, pinning my hips with his as he stills. “This is my mouth now. It opens for me when I tell it to.” I part my lips as he drags his finger over them. “This is my hair now.” His hand somehow closes into an even tighter fist and he leans into my neck, inhaling deeply. “You will not cut it until I tell you to, and I never, ever will. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Isaac.”
“And this.” His fingers leave my face and land on my clit. “This is definitely mine, isn’t it?” I scream out a wordless affirmation as he starts thrusting again. “You come when I tell you to, not before.” He toys with me roughly as I wiggle. “I told you to hold still, so that’s what you do until I tell you to move.” I’m not going to be able to stop. “Don’t you dare come, don’t you fucking dare.”
“Isaac!”
“I want to feel your squirt on my palm. Now.” I call out his name again and give him what he wants. “Your body is so obedient, when is the rest of you going to learn?”
I screech and buck uselessly as he pounds into me. My scalp is burning beneath
his hand, the small of my back howling under his elbow. And holy shit, I love it. I’m not going to last. He bites down on my shoulder, the pain making it possible for him to flick my clit faster.
“I love to see you helpless, even when you’re willing. I can’t get enough of you.” I cry out as he forces me back down, pushing
the side of my face into the cold metal surface as my toes lift off the ground. “And don’t you think for a fucking second that I’ve forgotten about this.” The torment of his flicking fingers leaves my clit screaming for more as they drag across my hip and slide between my cheeks. He pushes them deep inside, stretching my neglected anus painfully. “I’ll take it when I’m ready. I can’t fucking wait.”
I squeal
and wince when he forces another inside. The agony is delicious. I’ve always wondered what he’s capable of when he doesn’t hold back and now I know. And he can have it anytime he wants. “Come for me.
Right now
. I want to feel you spasm around my dick while I mark my fucking territory.”
It ripples through me as I let out an animalistic howl that mingles with his
as he thrusts ruthlessly. He sounds like a beast and I wish I could turn around to see his face, but he holds me still while he finishes.
Collapsing on top of me, he bre
athes heavily for a few seconds as he recovers. Then I feel his entire body start to shudder against mine. “Fuck,” he sobs against my spine. He screams as he rips out of me and flees. I nearly fall over, my hands sliding over the smooth metal as they clutch it for balance. Before I can turn around, he’s in the bathroom, retching and howling, cursing himself using such horrible words it hurts my ears.
“Isaac!” I pound my fist on the locked door, desperate to get in there. He heaves and screams until I start to panic. “Please
calm down. I’m fine.”
The sound of glass shattering makes my heart skip a beat and I throw myself against the door again
and again until I crumple into a useless heap on the floor, begging him not to hurt himself, pleading with him not to leave me. I tell him I love him over and over, clawing at the wood with my nails. I can feel him sobbing right on the other side. It’s just an inch or two separating us, but it may as well be an ocean. Then he finally whispers that he’s sorry and he loves me back.
I can hear him breathing right on the other side, our head are so close. There’s a scuffle and I think he rises to his feet.
Water turns on and splashes. I scoot away as the door opens, my eyes locking onto his bleeding feet. I rise to mine and throw my arms around his neck, kissing him everywhere across his face and chest.
“You can’t do that to me,” I squeal.
“I know, I’m so fucking sorry. Did you say red?”
“Not that!”
Will I ever start using the right words? “You can’t run away every time you get mad at yourself. I can’t handle it, it’s so terrifying. I thought you were going to kill yourself.”
“I would never do that to you.” We tumble to the floor and he burie
s his face in my shoulder. “I can’t believe I did that,” he sobs. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”