Page 64 of Savage Desires

I tsk. "This pussy is mine now. I own it. I own its pleasure. I own every orgasm. You don't come without me," I grind out, fucking her harder and faster until we are both panting.

"S-sorry… I won't do it a-again…" She gasps out each word between moans.

I sit up, fist her hair, and crush my lips to hers. She buries her hands in my hair and kisses me back hungrily, bucking on my lap, chasing that orgasm she wanted to steal. She's close, her pussy clenching around me. I release her hair so I can grip her hips, stilling her movements.

She whines, writhing in my hold. "Please… I'm sorry!"

I nip her lip. "From now on, if you need my cock, you ask nicely."

"Yes, sir," she says.

Her calling me 'sir' snaps my control. I pull her off me, my cock leaving her heat for the first time in hours. A rush of our mutual releases drips down her thighs when I pull her to her knees. The sight is so fucking hot. I want to take a picture to look at it whenever I want. Another time. I need back inside her too badly to waste time taking pictures. I push back inside her, bottoming out in one hard thrust. She cries out, clenching around me.

"Don't you dare come until I tell you," I grind out as I fuck her hard and fast. Plunging into her with so much force, she loses her balance and falls to her chest. The position tilts her ass higher, allowing me to go deeper with every thrust.

She's moaning and whining. Her pussy fluttering around my cock. She's fighting her body's need to come so she won't disappoint me. I want to deny her and see how far I can push her until she breaks, but that will have to wait for later. We've got time to test her limits since I'm never letting her go.

"Your cunt is squeezing me so perfectly. You want to come, don't you, love?"

"I need to. Please, sir!" she begs.

"Come," I say through clenched teeth as I fight off my own orgasm.

Her entire body locks up, her pussy clenching so tight I can barely move inside her. A rush of wetness pours past my cock. She fucking squirted. That's all it takes for me to lose all control. I force my cock in and out of her still fluttering pussy until I come so hard I see stars. I swear to Christ, I black out for a minute because when I come to, I'm lying on top of Willow's prone form, my cock still twitching inside her.

I slowly pull out of her pussy, another gush of liquid sliding down her slit. Her pussy is puffy and dark pink. She looks well fucked, and the primitive part of me is rejoicing. My cock twitches even though it's spent. Jesus, this woman is going to kill me. I drop a kiss on her shoulder and stroke her back. Her eyes are closed, and she looks totally blissed out. I can totally relate because that's exactly how I feel.

"You okay, beauty?" I ask gently.

She makes an incoherent sound that must be to the affirmative because her lips twitch up in a smile. I can't pull my eyes away even though we need to shower and start the day. We only have a few days to prepare, and Willow is right that she needs to train. I'm also going to take her to the firing range and teach her how to shoot. Shooting people isn't as satisfying as beating them with your fists, but it's safer when they are twice your size. A gun will level the playing field, and that's what I'm after.

I tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing my finger down her neck. Her eyes flutter open, and the air is stolen from my lungs by the look in her eyes. Her blue eyes are soft and trusting… if I didn't know better, I would say there's love in them, but that can't be. If she knew half the things I want to do to her, there's no way she'd be looking at me like that.

Unable to help myself, I steal a kiss from her. A huge miscalculation on my part because every brush of her lips against mine tells the same story as her eyes. It's like she's telling me without words that she loves me, and it's fucking with my mind. I accepted a long time ago that love just isn't for me, but this woman has stormed into my life, and all I can see is a future with her. I didn't think I was capable of loving someone the way they deserve; now that I've met Willow, I know differently.

I push away those thoughts. We need to focus on getting through Saturday, then we can explore our feelings more fully. Right now, I need to focus on keeping my promise to let Willow help while keeping her safe. That's my highest priority. Her safety is everything to me because there is no longer a me without her. I will burn this whole fucking world to the ground if even one hair on her beautiful head is harmed. It's irrational because the risk she will take just being involved in the takedown is huge.

"We need to get cleaned up. We've got a busy day," I say.

"Will you shower with me? I really like it when you wash my hair," she asks shyly.

I can't hold back my happy smile at her confession. I knew she enjoyed me messing with her hair, especially when I brush it, but she is confirming how much she likes it. She'll never wash her own hair again. I'll wash it and brush it from now until the day I die.

"Of course, love."

I drop a kiss on her forehead, then stand from the bed. She groans when she moves to get up, and I almost feel bad for being so rough with her, but I know she loved every second and begged for more. I have mercy on her and pick her up, carrying her into the bathroom. The water heats quickly, and I step under the spray, setting her on her feet so the hot water is to her back. She lets out a low moan of pleasure as the water rains down on her.

"I could live in here. I've missed the hell out of hot showers. They were only allowed before big parties or events like the auction. Not to mention the water pressure. This is heavenly."

Every time she reveals another piece of her captivity, I get even more pissed off, and it just reaffirms my desire to spoil and pamper her like a princess. She'll be my spoiled princess by day and my cock warmer by night. Sounds like the perfect fucking life to me.

I wash Willow's hair, massaging her scalp as I shampoo and then condition it. I pour body wash into my palm and meticulously clean every inch of her body. She reaches for the soap, and I take it from her hand. If she so much as touches me with wet, soapy hands, I won't be able to hold back. I'll have her pinned to the wall with my cock balls deep before she knows what hit her.

She pouts a little but doesn't argue. She also doesn't look away as I wash myself. Even though I'm being quick and efficient, she's still watching me like I'm putting on a sexy show. The temptation to stroke my cock while she watches is huge, but I manage to hold back. I need to control myself and remember my purpose beyond claiming Willow. Protecting her must come first.

Once dressed, I make simple cheese omelets with toast and strawberry preserves for breakfast. She eats nearly everything on her plate this time, which pleases me. Even though only a few bites are left, I finish what she didn't eat. That soft look is in her eyes again as she watches me. I'll lick every crumb from her plate at every meal to keep her looking at me that way. Despite telling her she doesn't need to, she helps me clean up the breakfast mess.

"What are we doing today?" she asks while drying the last plate.

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