Page 44 of Twisted

She cried out, but he set a punishing pace, fucking into her holes with abandon, the squeeze of her ass and the rippling of her cunt egging him on, his eyes feasting on the beauty of her surrendered to him and taking her punishment like a beautiful little devil.

“Jaeg…Jaeger…” she moaned as he pounded into her.

“Learn your lesson, baby?” he gritted out, curling his fingers in her pussy and hitting the hidden spot he’d already found the day before.

“Ahh!” she cried, burying her face in his pillow. He loved it, the way her knuckles blanched as she fisted the sheets, the way her back bowed and her ass curved up to take his cock, the way her wavy, dark hair fanned over her shoulders, the way she wore his shirt and it rode up, exposing her golden, sun kissed back.

“Is that a yes?” he growled, pulling all the way out, staring at her gaping hole before he dripped more spit into it and rammed his cock back in. She leapt forward as best she could, but she was planted to him, his fingers deep in her cunt and his cock equally as deep in her ass. He could feel himself through that thin wall, and he was about to come unglued.

“Yes,” she sobbed into the pillow.

“Good. Be a good girl and come for me,” he demanded. Her breathing ceased as he pounded into her, their slick skin slapping, his balls clenching. Feeling her walls beginning to ripple, he knew she was close. Flicking his thumb up and over her clit, she fell apart on contact with a garbled scream.

As soon as he’d ridden out her orgasm, he withdrew his fingers from her cunt and gripped both her hips in his big hands, slamming into her harder than before, spearing her with his cock over and over, claiming her as she cried and tried to pull away, so sensitive now after two climaxes. One pump, two pumps, and on the third, he sank himself as deeply as he could into her and exploded his hot, sticky come, rope after rope coating her insides as he roared his ecstasy.

She was his now. He’d been everywhere that mattered, and he would erase her memories of her past, covering them with the primal sex he gave her. She would never desire anything in this life, not anymore. He would give her everything, from love and compassion to a steadfast hand to keep her errant outbursts in line when need be.

Slow, he pulled out, but before she could sag beneath him, he scooped her into his arms, holding her from behind. Gentle, he buried his face in her hair and pressed his lips to her cheek, nuzzling her as her harsh breathing began to calm. A few whimpers escaped her plush lips, but he was there to swallow them, to drink her fear and consume it so she felt safe to enjoy this moment, to allow herself to be bonded to him in such an intimate way.

“You my girl, Mais?” he whispered huskily. “You gonna trust me to take care of ya when you can’t?”

Through a sniffle, she turned her face more to his, barely able to catch his eye, but she nodded, eyes swollen and puffy from tears, cheeks flushed from all her emotions. Jaeger’s heart gave a lurch at the sight of her, so submissive and subdued beneath him. Yeah, she was fully his, now.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, pressing another kiss to her temple.

“Jaeger?” she mumbled, cheeks darkening.

“Hmm?” he mused, still leaned over her, hugging her from behind.

“I don’t get it, still,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. He knew what she meant; she didn’t understand why he wanted her, she didn’t understand why she wanted him, why she liked the pain and the pleasure and the fear and the safety he presented.

“I’m fucked up, ain’t I?” she whispered, so forlorn. Rising up to flip her over, he settled between her thighs, blanketing her body with his, knowing how much she needed that weight of him to keep her grounded, to keep her anxiety quelled.

Cupping her blushing cheek, he pushed his fingers through her hair and gazed deeply into her glacial eyes.

Finally, a small smirk lit his features.

“Nah, baby, you ain’t. You aren’t what happened to you. You owe it to yourself to be free, to try things that scare ya. You lived too long in a fuckin’ dictatorship.”

She frowned at this, quirking her head to the side.

“And what’s this, then?”

His smirk grew.

“The most straightforward relationship you’ll ever have, Mais. You give up control here in the bedroom if you wish, but outside…you’re my equal, my demon queen, and ya let me protect you and love ya the way you always deserved it, right?”

Tears glossed her eyes, her lip trembling. Dropping his chin, he pressed a kiss between her breasts.

“I…I don’t wanna think anymore, Jaeg,” she mumbled, affectionately shortening his name. “I just wanna…I want to…” she fumbled as his smile grew. He could see it, how she was thinking, how she wanted that freedom he had to offer. He let her sort it out aloud, though, for he knew it would mean more if the decision was ultimately hers. When her big blue eyes found his, he couldn’t help the foolish grin that stretched his face.

“I don’t know why the fuck I trust ya and want ya so badly…but dammit, I do…and…”

A few tears slipped loose and ran down her temples into her hair.

“I can’t forget what happened…and I want my revenge more than I want this…but if you can give me that, then I’m yours,” she finally breathed. His wolfish grin grew.

“I don’t need to give ya revenge, baby. But I swear I’ll help ya get it, and when all’s said and done, you’re mine until the end of the fuckin’ world.”

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