Page 31 of Free Fall

“If you don’t get on your knees and open those pretty lips, you will regret it.” I squeezed her bottom lip, watched it bulge out between my fingers. She didn’t fight me on it, her eyes watched as I kneaded and played with her flesh. I could see her falling into the role we laid out before, my cute little sub just waiting to be dominated again. Each of her breaths shifted something in her.

“I’ll bite it off if you put it anywhere near me,” she spat back, wrenching her head away, surprising me. She wrestled with the desire to sink, after all. We spoke through facial expressions, and when I raised one eyebrow, she let out an almost inaudible sigh.

And when I shoved her shoulders down, she dropped. Satisfaction rippled through me as her knees slammed into the hard floor with a thud. Even though she cried out, she didn’t wait a moment before leaning forward, running her nose against my crotch. Moaning and mouthing it through the fabric.

Then she sank her teeth into my cock, a sharp sting of daggers sent through me.

“You fucking bitch!” I snapped, slapping her across the cheek.

But it wasn’t bad. Little vixen didn’t know me as well as she thought, if she assumed a bit of violence would put me off. We’d fucked plenty now since that night in the maze, but it had all been tame compared to then. That night lived in infamy between us, the aggression, how far I pushed her body and the fear I’d built inside her, and we’d been skirting around it ever since. Maybe it was time to relive it.

Zelda shoved me with a grunt, scrambling up and darting around my body before I could grab her, fleeing down the hall with her breathing heavy and fast. Exciting.

“I will chase you!” I called after her, voice light, instinct making me step forward. My cock ached, and not just from her bite. Needed something warm and soft to sink into. The sting from her teeth adding fuel to the fire.

“Fuck you!” she shouted back. I followed the sound of her slapping soles. Not being quiet. Neither of us were. It was a wonder we were still alone, but no other fucker had tried to interrupt us yet.

I kicked open the door at the end of the hall, which was illuminated around the edges and had the obvious sounds of someone moving around behind it. Inside, I found Zelda scurrying around in a changing room, throwing a hoodie over her body with frantic, jerky movements.

She whipped her head to me with fury tightening her jaw. “Get the fuck out.” She pointed her finger at me. “I thought… I thought I could do this, go back to normal after what we did, or I don’t fucking know… I don’t know, Luca. You fucked all of this up! How can I go on with my life knowing what we did? How you left me? Repeatedly? No. I’m giving up. I’m going to tell Alison. Dad. They all deserve to know.”

I didn’t care if she told my wife. We’d been living a loveless marriage for years now, had threatened divorce hours earlier for fuck's sake. But telling her dad? Henry would murder me. I had too many plans with his daughter to let that happen. I stepped into the dimly lit room and shut the door, clicking the lock over. She’d unwittingly given us more privacy by running here. Her eyes darted to the locked door, realization dawning. Her fear made me harder.

“You won’t tell anyone, Zelly,” I told her, stripping out of my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I was under no illusions that this would remain a secret forever, but I wanted more time before it all came to light. I was going to lose Henry for her, needed time to prepare. Exist like this until I couldn’t for a moment longer. “Take off that hoodie.”

She shook her head.

“Why are you resisting now?” I asked. “Is it all a bit too real for you now? You’ve realized what we’re fucking up? Who’s hearts you’re going to break? We were almost caught — multiple times, on vacation. Tell me, Zel.”

“I’m not sure,” she murmured, looking away from me, appearing so vulnerable, half-naked and hunched. “I thought I could do it. Have that with you, have that softness and go back to normal after. Keep it hidden.” She ran her hand across her face. “It was easier when you weren’t soft.”

“Take off that hoodie.”

This time, she did. She tugged it over her head and dropped it on the threadbare carpet, exposing her body to me again.

“Luca, this is wrong.”

I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. Her breath caught in her throat when I pulled down my zipper.

“This is so wrong. My dad is in the building. We’ve done this too many times to go back. Luca, I… please. Help me stop. Be the grown-up. The bigger person. I… I can’t be this way anymore. The sneaking, it…”

As I looked back up, our gazes locked. Her eyes were wide, pained. I realized she’d shattered the last of her resolve when I’d been gentle, when we let an iota of normality leak into our interaction. Waking up together, an easy stroll to a waterfall, comfort. It wasn’t the sex that had broken us. It was that.

“Is this inevitable?” she asked. “Is this destined to happen again and again?”

“Have you been able to stop thinking about it? Have you spent every moment in the same room as me remembering the feel of me inside you? Of my fist stretching you? My tongue ruining you?” I raised an eyebrow. “Every family dinner on vacation. Every trip to the beach or excursion. Did you think of anything else? I didn’t.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “You’ve got such a filthy mouth.”

I tilted my head, let my neck crack. Our eyes locked as we both smirked, her with reluctance at first, but it cracked through her exterior, spreading wide across her flushed face.

“You aren’t Luca,” she said as I stalked closer. “You can’t be. It’s like you’re… possessed. I thought it was the mask, the thrill, the sneaking around, something other. You weren’t my Uncle Luca. You were someone else.” But when I’d been soft with her, Uncle Luca had come too close to the surface, ruined the tentative balance we’d struck.

My hand wrapped around her throat as I tugged her closer, pressing her naked body to mine as I let my jeans fall to the floor, stepping out of them. My underwear bulged with my erection, and I thrust it against her.

“This is what you do to yournotUncle Luca,” I whispered against her lips, forcing her face to look at me, leaning down to crowd her. “Feel it, Zelda.” I paused as she gasped and shivered. “I want to own you. And I’ve resisted. Was going to keep resisting, you’re Henry’s daughter, after all. But you fucked that all up when you rubbed your pussy on that pole out there for every pervert to see.”

“Stop,” she whimpered, her tongue running along her bottom lip. She knew her safe word. “Please.”

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