Wrecked (The Blackened Window) (42 page)

“Hiya, sweetheart! Already landed?”

“Hi, Mom. Yep, we just landed.”

“How was the flight? Was Bitsy drunk? How about John? Was it very bad?”

“Of course, Bitsy was drunk. And, yes, John was inappropriate, as always.”

She made a small sound of annoyance before saying, “How did your Leda do? Didn’t scare her off too much, did it?”

“Not too bad. I kept a close eye on her.”

“Well, I hope that’s all you kept on her in the plane. You young people and your mile-high business. Anyway, I can’t wait to meet her. Are you taking her out to dinner first?”

“Yeah, at eight. You should come too.”

“Oh! Honey, that’s so sweet. I’d love to. Where should I meet you?”

“The Club. I’m going to go get us checked in first. Meet us for dinner?”

“Okay, hun. I’ll see you there.”

“Okay, Mom. We’ll see you then.”

“Tell Leda I’m excited to meet her.”

“I’ll tell her. Love you. Bye.”

I dropped my phone and took the next exit to flip a shitty back onto the highway, heading back into town.

Leda looked around in confusion. “Xander, what was all that about? Hotel? I thought we were staying with your parents.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.” My mood was lifting as I thought about what I wanted to do to her, and the depravity reached my face in a smile I knew probably scared her a little.

* * * *

The check-in process was smooth and we were walking into our room within moments. It still wasn’t soon enough. I ushered her in front of me, just to watch her walk across the space. I started to walk toward her before the door closed and when it slammed home, she startled, but I was right there, on her. I pushed her down on the bed, loving that I took her by surprise. I lay down on her back and stopped her when she tried to turn over.

Everything in me changed. I felt feral, animal. I wanted to tear her apart, just to be able to lick every part of her. I wanted to watch her take everything I had.

“Don’t move, until and unless I tell you to. Ten days, Leda. It’s too long. Never again.” I wasn’t in the same kind of control I usually was. I was on the verge of out of control and it felt so goddamned good. I wanted to let it all go. She must have felt the difference in me, because she was panting, eyes wide, lips parted just a bit.

The fear looked so good on her. “I think I like it when you’re a little scared of me. I think you like it too.” But she was smart and didn’t take the bait.

She didn’t move, except her panting breaths, as I pushed up off her. I wanted to see her ass and found the waistband of her yoga pants. I yanked them down and they got hung up on her hips and ass.
What a beautiful fucking thing that is
. I pulled harder, until the material gave with a ripping sound. I just pulled them far enough to expose her sexy ass.

I stood back and just looked at her plumpness, her heart-shaped loveliness. “Wiggle your ass for me, little girl.” The words felt sick and wrong on my lips and it got me hard. She shifted back and forth a bit. “Faster. That’s not wiggling.” I gave her a little swat.

Something in her gave. She let out a puff of air and gave up her reluctance. She shook it, getting the right rhythm for a perfect jiggle.

“Good girl, very nice. I love your ass. You know that, right? It was the very first thing I noticed about you.” She shifted a little to try to look at me and I put my hand on her ass cheek, squeezing till her flesh bulged between my fingers. A warning and she knew it. “It was before we met, before tutoring. You walked across the library, and your scrubs were thin enough that I could see the perfection. Then you turned and the rest of your body looked so just fucking edible. But, you turned a little more and I could see your face. That was it. I was done. Had to have you.”

I rubbed my hand slowly over her ass and onto her thigh, remembering that first day in the library, changing the group I tutored.
And now she’s mine.
The possessiveness washed through me like liquor. “How ready are you for me?”

I pushed my hand between her thighs. She was wet. Not sopping—I’d seen her like that before. This was the ‘just starting’ wet, damp, ready for me. I buried my fingers in her, a claim, but inside she was even hotter. The wet heat of her was intoxicating and I wanted more. But wanted all of her, wanted to remind her that I owned all of her.

When my fingers were plenty wet, I stroked back over her ass and pushed a finger in, without much warning or prep.

She simultaneously snapped her hips back to make it easier for me to get in and squeezed down in surprise. “Xanderrrr! Mmmmmmm, Jesus!” She muffled her words into the bed, but the pouty, whininess was still easy to hear. I smiled and pulled out then pushed a second finger back into her.

Her breath came in waves of pants. I rubbed her back with my other hand and, after a few minutes, felt her consciously relax her ass for me. “Good girl. I’m going to grab the plug. You focus on keeping your ass relaxed for me.”

When I stepped away from her, I backed out of her line of sight, waiting to see what she did. As I opened the bag and started fishing for the plug, she predictably turned her head, trying to see what was coming.

“I told you not to move, little girl.” I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted a reason to punish her. I took it, spanking her a few more times. She moaned and arched back some. I held the plug at her anus, dripping some lube on her. She paused and her breathing slowed as she focused on taking it in. Once it was in though, she was a wanton thing, panting and flushed.

“Get on your knees, on the floor, right here in front of me.” She started to move, cautiously. Too slowly. “Now.” My voice was hard, but didn’t raise it at all. I didn’t need to. She jumped and moved. Once she knelt in front of me, I told her to take her sweater off.

She had a simple black bra that was pushed up high. Lovely. I took just a moment or two to watch her. And while I did, her pupils went wide, her face slackened, tension left her shoulders. Her eyelids dropped a little and she started to sway.

I shifted a bit and it grabbed her attention. She looked up at me. And it was like the library all over again. Like a million other moments with her. I was decimated by her. Struck down, weakened and strengthened all at once.

I held her gaze, loving her in my dark, sadistic way, as I unbuckled my belt, opened the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out. I was hard, rigid, ready to be inside her.

“Open your mouth, girl.”

She focused in a little, her eyes darting to my dick in front of her face. She opened her mouth, wide.

But I added, “When I tell you to open for me, I want your tongue out. A welcome mat for my cock. Do you understand me?”

She didn’t speak, only opened her mouth wider, laying her welcome mat tongue out for me as she nodded her assent. Then the little vixen, looked right up at me.

“Very good.” I smiled at her and watched the pleasure in her eyes. The pleasure in knowing that she was pleasing. I stroked the hair that had fallen over the side of her face, and she pushed into my hand, like a kitty. But I coiled my hand, knotting in her hair and she immediately stilled.

She hadn’t closed her mouth and her tongue still waited for me. So good. I pushed my cock into her mouth, felt her shift to accommodate me. As I edged toward the back of her throat, I used the hand in her hair to hold her in place and pushed farther.

Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing me to take what I wanted from her, enjoying that I did. I loved her. I knew it. I had to tell her. After a few more moments of my length in her throat, blocking her from breathing, her eyes flashed open and up at me, a note of panic present in the way they darted. I waited another moment, when I felt her throat convulse around the head of my dick as she involuntarily tried to breathe or scream. Just as her hand came up to push at me, I pulled out.

“Breathe, Leda.” It was fucked up, but I kind of loved the idea that I could even control the essential functions for her life. Her breathing was mine. “Open.”

She dropped her jaw, her tongue out, even as she still gasped. “Very nice, little one.”

I pushed back into her mouth, sliding in with ease as she re-acclimated to feeling me push on her throat. I found a rhythm and fucked her throat. For a while, she tried to lick and suck, to add to my pleasure, slobbering after me, but she couldn’t keep up with my pace and gave up. She accepted it and I felt invincible.

For a few moments, I leaned back, pulling her with me, and looked up at the ceiling. But my balls started to tighten and the pleasure of her hot, wet mouth, that felt so different from her pussy, the light scrape of her teeth, the way she let me do anything I wanted to her, with her. It all came crashing at me. I looked down at her and her face was covered with saliva that had drooled out around my cock, and that was it.

My orgasm hit like thunder, almost crippling me in its intensity. I pulled back to come on her, rather than in her. She startled as it hit her cheeks and lips, but it looked fucking amazing. She was an all new kind of wrecked. Wrecked for me. Marked in me. Mine.

She looked up at me, eyes widening for a moment. She looked so good, and I wished I had ever talked to her about taking pictures, but I knew that was too shitty and manipulative to try to bring new elements of play in the middle of play. Even though she made me so much more of myself, made me harder than I had ever been, even though I was sure she’d accept anything from me, would let me photograph her like this, I loved her and couldn’t betray her trust like that. Instead, I murmured, “I just want to memorize you just like this.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Leda

She Wants Revenge,
Sister

He pulled me up, hands steadying me. I still wavered as I stood. I held onto his shoulders when he kneeled to take off my boots, leggings and panties. He guided me to the bed and laid me down on my back.

“Don’t move. I want to savor the way you look right now. Eyes with that sleepy sub look, half-lidded, begging me to do anything I want to you. My cum all over you.” He stood at the edge of the bed and undressed. His cock was still semi-erect and he slipped into my soaking wet pussy when he lay down. He leaned on his left elbow and reached between us with his right hand to start playing with my clit. As he did, he swiped at my face, catching a dollop that was slipping down my jaw line. He scooped it up and deposited it in my mouth. I licked his finger off, and felt his cock getting firmer inside me. He rubbed his fingers over my face, getting me all sticky.

“You’re so fucking dirty, Leda.”

“
You
make me dirty,
Alex
.” I said the last with a note of challenge, which earned me a raised eyebrow and his hand over my mouth.

“No more talking for you.”

I sighed at the feeling of being restrained and tormented and owned. He started fucking me harder and pinching my clit. As he fucked me, he kept up a running monologue of his thoughts, his lips next to my ear.

“I will fucking
break
you, Leda. Tear you apart. You make me want the darkest things. You’re mine. All of you, especially that fucking mouth, that feels so good on me—that spouts off and gets you in trouble. Smart ass mouth.”

He kept smashing into my clit, hard. It was intense, too much pleasure, to the point of pain. A surge of sexual fear rushed through me, and I wrapped my legs around him, rocking my hips into him.

He completely stopped. “Are you
fucking kidding me
?” He bit the words off, a look of actual disappointed surprise on his face. He took a breath, his hand still on my face. “I told you not to move. Are you trying to make punish you? Is that what you want? Because I can make that happen, with a quickness, little girl.”

I dropped my legs immediately, my eyes wide with combined fear and lust, my brain a little foggy still, but rapidly clearing.

Without moving, without breaking eye contact, he spoke, quietly now. “Leda, we just went to the Window a few times. Having you and having that part of myself out and accepted, I’m all in now. All in with you. And then it just grows and I want more. And then ten fucking days with nothing. No beating the shit out of someone at the club. No fucking you all tied up. Nothing for ten days, except being back here, with all the time in the world to fantasize about how to torment you, how to challenge you.”

My body broke into chills.

“Look. I can shut it down completely, suppress it and be nothing of this, or I have to be all of it. I don’t think there is in between for me anymore. It frees me and gives me peace. You give me peace when you submit to me and trust me to take you to the edge of what you can handle, beyond what you
think
you can handle—to take you where I want you and you making yourself handle it because it’s where I want you.”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t know what to say to him. His hand was still over my mouth and I could feel his breath across my face where it was still damp and sticky.

“Now,” he said, voice still quiet. “I’m going to torture you a little bit. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, breaths coming rapidly, raggedly from my chest.

“Do you need to tell me your safeword?”

I shook my head. Maybe it was curiosity, a morbid fascination with wanting to see the darkness in him come completely to light, maybe I wanted to ease his temper, ease his need. I think it was all of those things, but more than any of that, I wanted to be pushed. I wanted to go closer to the edge. Maybe over the edge.

“No moving now.”

He pulled out of me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The covers rumpled and caught at the butt plug, jolting it in me. My ass was at the edge of the bed, and he kneeled down so my legs hooked over his shoulders. And he just looked at my pussy. So close, I could feel his warm breath. He just looked and, the longer he looked, the more self conscious I got.
I mean pussies and dicks aren’t the prettiest things in the world. There’s a reason Tiffany referred to sex as ‘bumping uglies’.