Page 15 of Meating Dalton

“You’re pregnant, little bird. I don’t want to hurt you. But I like playing like this,” he says, thumb rubbing up and down my carotid artery.

“Zaiden—” His growl cuts me off.

“On the bed, Sarah. If you want me to stop, say ‘Daniels.’ Got it?” Mouth dry, I nod eagerly, strands of hair brushing my cheek.

“Good girl.” His head jerks toward the bed and I don’t wait for him to give the order again, jumping to my feet. I want him to fucking wreck me and forget all about my sister’s words.

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ZAIDEN

A man with no skin stands near the head of the bed, leering down at Sarah’s prone form—hips raised off the bed like I asked—with a toothy grin. I blink once. Twice. He’s still there, shooting me a wink from an eyeball that sits like an over-easy egg in his skull.

Deciding to ignore his presence, I walk toward one of the cherry wood dressers. My Sarah wishes me to punish her. Her pulse sped up against my palm when I suggested it, beating like those pink rabbits on television with a drum. Who am I to deny my raven?

Leather slides against my palm as I pull a belt free from one of the drawers she assigned to me. I’ve never done anything like this but instinct and a strong desire to please my Sarah guides me. My hands slip a thin camisole from the drawer before I stride back to my raven. Dark lashes rest on her cheeks.

Upon hearing my approach, emerald eyes pop open to follow me to the bed. They widen when they land on the belt, but I don’t provide an explanation as I climb onto the bed and loom over her stretched out body. Leaning down, my lips trail along her cheek.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” A shaky breath slips from lush lips and she nods, letting her eyes drift closed again.

“Say ‘Daniels’ when you want to stop,” I remind her, sliding my hand down to gather up the silky shirt. She doesn’t fight me as I loop the front around her eyes, craning her neck back so I can tie the back to make a rudimentary blindfold. The woman in one of those romantic films she had me watch with her appeared to enjoy being blindfolded.

Sarah’s pliable, slumping back to the mattress after I obscure her sight. Shuffling down until I’m straddling her hips, my fingers slide into the crevice of her thighs and push her shorts and panties aside so I can stroke her slick folds. Already, she coats my fingers, offering soft moans as I caress her tender flesh.

My other hand snatches up the belt. Trepidation zings through me and the skinless man leers closer. Ignoring both, I pull my hand back and let the leather kiss her ivory skin. Her gasp mingles with a moan as I slide a finger into her wet channel. It grips me, pulsing around my digit. She likes this.

So I do it again, cock twitching upon receiving the same result. Her moans glide around my cock, stroking the feverish flesh. I keep it up until she cries out loudly, body jerking beneath me. Her pussy clutches my finger tightly and I keep stroking her walls and circle her clit while letting the leather belt turn her skin a pretty shade of ruby.

When her moans subside to weak whimpers, I slide my finger free and bring it to my salivating mouth. Her taste lands on my tongue, making me groan. My cock jerks impatiently, eager to slide into my raven’s slick hole. She’s more than ready for me.

I toss the belt to the floor and shove my sweats down until my cock can slide through her folds.

“Dayton,” she moans, lifting her hips to ease my entry. We both groan when my cock eases into her soaked pussy.

“Oh, Sarah,” I groan, dropping my forehead to her neck. Sweat dampens her skin. I won’t last long inside her and she shifts beneath me, hungry for my cock to stroke her insides. My hips retreat and her whine urges me to slam back into her, sending our flesh slapping together.

“Ung,” she grunts, taking my hard thrust while her walls spasm around my cock. Fuck, she likes this too. I’m a goner, pulling my hips back and repeating the action.

“Dayton!” she cries weakly and pushes her hips back. My cock twitches with the need to release, but I need to make this more than just good for her. She wanted to be punished. She doesn’t get to come again, but I don’t know if I can stop it. My cock slides in and out of her at a rapid pace, her moans spurring me on.

Pleasure tightens my balls and I groan on the next thrust, fitting my hips flush with her ass cheeks and emptying my seed. She moans, wiggling, milking my cum. My eyes roll slightly and I pant heavily, holding still as she slides back and forth on my softening cock until a weak orgasm causes her pussy to tighten.

“Sarah,” I groan, collapsing on top of her. A muffled laugh jostles me and I slide off of her, cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. I land on my back next to my raven, curling a strand of hair around my finger.

“No more secrets, little bird. Promise?” I ask, tugging on her hair. She shoots me a dazed smile, eyes unfocused. Her head nods in agreement while her palm slides to snake up and down my chest.

“Promise,” she reiterates. My body loosens. She promised, and she’s never let me down before. Sinking into the soft mattress with her juices drying on my exposed cock, I blink lazily up at the ceiling. Life with my Sarah keeps getting better and better despite the apparitions haunting me.

And now she’s carrying my child. It’s more than I could have hoped for all those years ago when my mother urged me to find my brothers.

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She’s beautiful. I want to carve up her face so it can’t tempt me to continue testing the softness of her lips, the texture of her tongue and the sensitivity of her neck. My first kiss from her lips still haunts me. And so does the taste of her pussy. I shouldn’t have gone to her that night.

Her head rests at an angle, arms strapped at her sides. Metal restraints encircle her ankles and loop around her slender neck. Pretty as a doll, all chained up.

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