Page 43 of The Predator
Too stubborn for her own good, she remains quiet, and even though it pains me I stop. I stop fucking her and instead hold myself deep inside her channel, until goosebumps pebble her flesh and she squirms against me, needing some type of friction.
"Mmmm, nope. If you want to come you will say it; otherwise you won’t. I’ll come inside you, mark you with my seed, but you won’t get to finish.”
“Then do it.” She growls, pushing back against me.
The fight living inside her calls to me, like a beacon of light in the darkness. It’s that spark telling me she still lives inside.
“It’s not like me to be selfish, but if you don’t do it, I will fuck you like this every single time. Using your body, taking from you, filling you with my seed, but never letting you reach the edge. Is that how you want this to be? Do you never want to come on my cock again? Because I can make it a reality.”
She slaps her palm down on top of the desk. "You're an asshole."
"Your darling asshole husband. Now be a good girl and say you’re my wife. Then I’ll let you come.”
Like I have all the time in the world I slowly slip in and out, drawing out the feelings, the tension. "Say it," I demand, tightening my hold on her hips.
Fine.She wants to play it that way I’ll bring her right to the brink, and hold her there.
Slipping a hand between the desk and her pussy I sink into her folds, and use two fingers to stroke her clit. She bucks her hips forward, and moans against the desk, and I stop both touching her clit and fucking her all at once.
"What the hell? Sebastian!” She whimpers with frustration.
"Say it," I demand again. “Say it, and I will make you come so hard you won’t remember what pissed you off.”
I toy with her some more as she goes silent, but like before, it doesn’t take long to build her up and then pull her back down again. Squirming in my hold, she tries to fight against me, seeking out any little bit of friction she can get, but I’m a master at manipulation and could do this all night if need be.
“Oh no you don’t. Tell me what I want to hear, and then I will let you come.”
“Sebastian…” She groans and tries to push back against me, her cunt tightening and drawing me in deeper, and it’s by the damn grace of God I resist the urge to rut deep inside of her and give us both the ending we seek.
“Fucking do it. Say it.” I say the word with a bite of pain, my balls wanting to explode.
“I’m your wife. Your fucking wife!” She cries.
The moment the words leave her lips I start to fuck her again. I blanket her back with my chest and press kisses to the side of her throat while I pinch her clit between my fingers, fucking herhard and fast. Her muscles spasm, and I know she’s about to fall off the cliff's edge of pleasure.
“Oh God!” She moans, and her legs tremble, while her channel pulses around me.Holy fuck.I can’t hold back anymore. Three more thrusts inside her wet heat, and I explode, coming so hard black spots form in my vision. I’m riding a wave of euphoric pleasure I want to last forever.
Once her muscles relax and I can move without gritting my teeth I slip out of her.
“Stay.” I order softly, and rest my hand against her lower back in case she tries to move.
“What are you doing?” she asks, peering at me over her shoulder.
“Putting my cum back where it belongs.”
I slip a hand between her luscious thighs, and with my fingers I collect the cum leaking out of her and down her legs. Then I carefully push it back inside her, making certain it gets nice and deep.
Trapping her like this was never part of the plan, but I will do whatever I need to ensure she stays with me. She remains lying flat against the desk, and once I’m satisfied I pull her panties back up to keep it all in place. I clean myself up and reach for her. She lets me help her to her feet, but I don’t miss the slight wince on her face when she tries to walk past me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Does it matter?” She looks away from me and down at the floor.
“Yes, it fucking matters.” I cup her cheek and tilt her face up to mine. Softening my voice, I ask, “Where does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt. I’m just a little sore is all.”
“Are you sure?” I press. As much of an asshole as I am, I don't want to hurt her. I want to be better than anyone else in her life: past, present, and future.