Page 12 of Our Darling Isabelle

“I’m going to bring you to the edge over and over until you beg me to fuck you, darling.” He says, and my anger makes me brave.

“How about you go fuck yourself, Alec?” I say sarcastically. The sound of his belt cracking my ass fills the room before the stinging registers. I suck in a breath just in time for the second smack and I cry out, burying my face in the bed. Pressure builds low in my body, making me rub my thighs together as I crave release. Alec’s cool hand strokes softly, easing the pain in such an intimate way it catches me off guard.

“Coffee.” his voice is husky as he leans over my body. I turn my face towards him as much as I can.

“What?” I ask.

“If it’s too much or you need me to stop, say the word ‘coffee’. Have you ever used a safe word before?” he asks, genuinely sounding curious.

“No.” I say and he looks disgusted.

“Sounds like you’ve never been fucked by a man who knows what they’re doing. You should always have a safe word.” Alec says, reaching between my legs and slapping a hand against my wet skin. My nipples tighten almost painfully as he continues tormenting me. A moan slips between my lips as he rubs slow circles over my swollen clit before slapping it again. He alternates between slipping the tip of his finger inside me and swirling it around my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please,” I whisper, the pressure building until it hurts. Alec slips two fingers inside me, while reaching down and unfastening my cuffs. My breath is coming out in pants while he curls his fingers torturously slow. I bite onto the sheets to stop from begging and giving into what he wants.

“Please what? I want to hear you.” he says, sliding his hand along my ribs to grab my breast roughly and pinching the nipple so hard I jerk back against him. The motion causes his fingers to drive even deeper my mouth fall open as a guttural moan rips from my chest. He reaches over my shoulder to grab my throat to drag me back against his chest, positioning me so that my head is thrown back over his right shoulder. He continues to use his fingers to torture me, as if he knows my body better than I do and how to make me tremble in his arms.

“Please Alec, I want you inside me.” I huff out and his chest rumbles behind me as he pulls his fingers free suddenly, making a wet sound that heats my cheeks in embarrassment. He kisses my neck below my ear and whispers, “Look to your right,” while he gently positions me down on my elbows and knees. He kneels between my thighs and anticipation grows in my core when the head of his cock presses against me. Fog clouds my head as I try to press back against him, but he pulls away.

“Isabelle, look. Now.” His deep voice commands and I do it. My eyes go wide as I look into the mirror sitting on his long dresser beside the bed. I stare at my reflection with my ass in the air as he gives me a wintry smile before shoving the head of his cock inside me. I gasp and drop my face to the bed, my body struggling against the burning feeling of stretching tinged with pleasure. He massages my hips, slowly pushing deeper while I adjust to accommodate him. Just when I think I’m going to break in half, he pulls back and thrusts forward slowly. Unable to stop myself, I push back against him, matching the movement and forcing him deeper.

“I want you to watch me become the beast that ruins this perfect little pussy, so no other man will ever be enough.” He growls, and I lift my head to look at him as he pulls back just enough to grip my hips and slam into me all the way. I cry out as the sensations overcome me, pain and pleasure combined.

“Coffee?” He asks, his breath coming faster, and I shake my head from side to side and he grins down at me. “Grab onto the bed, darling.” He warns me and I clutch at the sheets. It was futile. Alec pulls his hips back and begins pounding into me harder and the sheet pulls away from the bed. I throw my head back while he chases the pain away with pleasure so intense that I’m crying out to him. My heart is racing, the thrill of knowing I’m at the mercy of a man with enough power that he terrifies the entire city, somehow excites a part of me.

“Fuck, yes Alec.” I cry out his name and his fingers dig into my hips as he lifts them higher, hitting right where I need him. I fall forward into the pillows when he reaches around to rub against my clit, bringing me to the edge. The sensations become almost overwhelming with every movement, but he never slows. Even as my throat grows raw with my cries of pleasure, I don’t want him to stop.

“Look at me.” Alec demands, and I meet his eyes in the mirror just in time to cry out his name over and over as my climax rips through me.

“Watch me fill this tight pussy. Mark you inside and out as mine.” He growls possessively. His thrusts become faster and more punishing as I try to keep up while he chases his own release and drawing my pleasure out. Suddenly, his hips shudder and his moans shoot straight to my shaking legs as he fills me with his cum. His fingers bite into my hips so hard that I can feel bruises bloom. I won’t admit it, but fuck, I want him to make more marks on my body.

Heat rushes into my chest as he blankets my body with his own, his chest pressing to me as he catches his breath and his hands slide across my body. The fog clears in my head and I bite the soft skin inside my lip while peeking at us in the mirror. Embarrassment adds a bitter taste to my happiness as he drags out of me and evidence of what we just did drips down my thigh.

“Hold still,” he says softly, grabbing his towel and gently wiping my sore pussy clean. I take the towel and put it under me as I sit up, cringing at the feeling of what is dripping out of me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, walking over to his mini fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He cracks the lid off and holds it out to me. Without answering, I gulp it down while he grabs a blanket and wraps it around my shoulders. His rough and commanding side is gone, and in its place is a sweet caregiver. This man is giving me whiplash.

“I feel swollen. Also, I’m not on birth control.” I whisper. He opens his dresser drawers and pulls out a pair of boxers before yanking them on. He sits on the bed beside me and pulls out his phone as if he didn’t hear a word I said and I bristle at being ignored.

“Alec,” I say a little louder and he sighs.

“I still have a business to run. Let me finish this email.” He says kindly, and I bury my face in my hands. The bed shifts as he leans over to grab me and drag me up next to him. I freeze, still untrusting of this kind side of him.

“I have a breeding kink, Isabelle.” He says nonchalantly while rubbing my hip under the blanket and I look at him in horror.

“You have to be fucking with me.” I say under my breath. “I can’t be a mom.”

“You aren’t ovulating, I checked your app.” He says confidently. His words sink in and I stand up too quickly, stumbling on my unsteady feet.

“Excuse me?” I snap. He tilts his head as if I’m just confused by something obvious.

“Your period tracker, the one on your phone. I know everything about you, including that your period will be here in the next few days. We should get you some supplies before then. Whatever you need, just let Mimi know. Are you sore?” He asks, pulling the blanket up to look at my pussy. I was fidgeting on my feet from the throbbing between my thighs, but I jerk the blanket away from him in humiliation.

“Don’t change the subject!” I snap at him, “You don’t own me, I get some fucking privacy here!” I shout and he gets up, storming towards me and I back up against the huge window behind me that is covered by a curtain. He pushes me against the cold glass and peeks around the curtain while my heart races. I can hear a car pulling in and for a moment, fear laces through me.

He taps his phone and lifts it to his ear without looking down at me.

“Send everyone away from my window. Driveway side. Look up.” He says, before clicking the screen and tossing the phone away. I decide to step around him, not interested in whatever this is, and he grabs my sore cunt in a painful grip, making me fall against his arm as I cry out.

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