Page 23 of Broken Strings
“Or less,” I whisper in her ear as my hands circle her thighs and hike her onto my hips. Her ankles lock at my waist, and her core presses against the tip of my cock, radiating heat like a fucking beacon.
My need for her vibrates in every atom of my being. The pull to her is like a junkie craving heroin in his veins. Everything about Cash is tempting, from her soft smile, warm eyes, beautiful voice, and banging, full-figured body that makes my mouth water and my cock ache. She’s soalive, sparkling with energy and music and happiness. And I’m addicted.
“I mean it, Sparrow. Stay with me.” I cover her lips with a kiss before she can answer, letting her off the hook but planning to convince her with my hands, tongue, cock, and anything else I can think of. If I have to, I’ll tie her to my bed and render her speechless with orgasm after orgasm.
Her arms lock around my neck and desire blooms as her hips rock subtly against me. She is so fucking turned on that she doesn’t even realize she’s humping me, and it only makes my cock throb harder.
I stumble up the stairs and go straight to my bedroom. I can’t help thinking how much she belongs in my bed as I stare down at her dark hair feathered around her face.
I open my nightstand, grab the handcuffs, and snap them on her wrists, connecting her to the headboard. Rising, I gaze down at her, helpless and at my mercy and so fucking beautiful. “I’ve wanted nothing in my life like I want you. I’ll do anything, Cash, even if it means handcuffing you to my bed.”
“Gunner,” she whispers against my lips.
Her small pants turn to breathier moans as my fingers slip between her legs and rub her warmth through the thin material of her skirt. I speed up, determined to make her come for me before I have her naked.
“Instead of forcing you to stay because you’re cuffed to my bed”—her legs shudder and her muscles tense as her hips rock in search of relief—“I plan to fuck you so completely you’ll be chained to my dick.” I catch her lips in a hard kiss, forcing our tongues together as she shakes and comes unglued around my fingers. Warmth spreads across the front of her skirt, and satisfaction fills the caveman inside me. “Remember when you said the only time you’ve cum is through rough sex?”
“Yes,” she incoherently mumbles, basking in the afterglow.
I smile smugly. “Not anymore.”
Cash freezes as her eyes search my face. “That’s never happened before. I didn’t think it was possible. My whole life, I thought I was broken.” Her lips twitch as she recovers from her trip to the stratosphere. “How come you didn’t fuck me like you usually do?”
“You’re already addicted to my dick, Sparrow, but I also want you addicted to my heart. I love it rough and dirty, and most times, our sex life will be just that. But I need to show you tenderness, too. I want you to feel special, beautiful, and powerful. It’s important to me that you know without a doubt that I want all your pieces, the broken ones, and the beautiful ones.”
I push her skirt up and outline her plump pussy lips. She bucks and arches when my cool fingertips slip between her lips and brush her swollen clit. “I like the lack of panties. Think I’ll make you go commando regularly, so I can fuck you whenever and however I want.”
The bed shifts as I move between her legs. “Such a good little slut,” I growl into the wetness of her cunt, licking my lips in anticipation of her delicious cum flooding my mouth. “Does it make you hot when I look at you?” She bucks, teeth clamped down on her lip. “Does it make you hot knowing how fucking hard you make me? How I can’t think about anything but you? It only took one look to get me addicted to you, sweet sparrow.”
“Gunner,” she moans. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Sparrow. I want to hear the words.”
“Please, fuck me, Gunner. Please. My pussy is so wet, and I need you.”
“How do you want it, darlin’?”
“I-I want it to hurt. I want you to force me to do whatever you want. Treat me like you don’t care about me. Make me your worthless whore.”
“Jesus, you’re so hot and silky.” I kiss the inside of her thighs as my finger glides through her wetness. “You’re going to scream for me, Cash. I want your pussy red and swollen from the depraved acts I’ll throw at you. I want to hear you begging for me to whip this cunt until you think you’re going to pass out from the pain. I want to fuck you until my dick is raw and soaked with your cum.” My fingers speed up, working her to the edge of another orgasm. “And then, I want to fill every one of your sweet holes and take you to the brink of insanity until you can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.”
“Gunner, oh my God, your words are so… You have no idea what you’re doing to me when you talk so…”
A cocky grin lifts my lips. “Filthy?”
“So filthy.”
Bending over, I grip her jaw and make her wince. I know I’m being rougher than I should, but I’m giving my girl what she wants. She craves the roughness because it gives her peace. She needs the loss of control to gain a sense of worth. My violence is her relief, my words of humiliation are her calm, and the pain my hands inflict allows her to release her fear.
I cup her mouth and nose with my hand, limiting her ability to breathe. “Shut the fuck up and spread your legs.”
Cash presses her legs together, doing the exact opposite of my request.
A smirk forms on my lips. My sparrow is ready to play. The little brat. “You’re going to regret that, whore.”
I rise and unbuckle my belt, pulling it from the hoops of my black jeans. Wrapping the leather around my hand, I gaze down at my girl and smile. “I’m going to give you two options. You can open your legs willingly and only get five strikes on your pussy, or you can refuse, and I’ll pry your legs open and strike you ten times.”
“Neither,” she says defiantly.