Page 24 of Lock Me Out

Her squeals rise in pitch when I lift her off her feet, which she kicks uselessly in the air. “Where’s your bedroom? Let’s get reacquainted.” She won’t stop screaming behind my hand, tiring herself out when there’s nothing that’s going to stop me. Even if Colt walked in this very minute, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me. Not now I’ve started. I’ve gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit that’s been held back from me all this time. Like whetting my appetite. I only want more, right this minute.

Their bedroom is down the hall, and I’m happy to see the headboard with its iron bars against the wall. It’s perfect for what I have in mind. I feel like I’m living out a dream right now, which I guess I am. A dream that’s been growing for a long time. Having her like this, totally at my mercy, with no one calling the shots but me. Nobody telling me how to touch her or where, just me following my needs.

Dropping her on the bed, I reach behind me to pull the coiled length of vinyl rope from where I tucked it into the back of my jeans. Her gasp fills the room when she sees it, and right away, she tries to scramble backward. “No! Not like this! Why are you doing this?”

I barely hear her, completely focused on what’s about to happen. She manages to back away a little bit, but all it takes is grabbing one of her ankles and pulling hard to make her slide back toward me over the silky striped duvet. “That’s right, keep fighting,” Iurge, my heart pounding in anticipation. This is already so good, and it’s only going to get better.

“Please!” she sobs, but she should save her energy. Nothing’s going to stop me now.

It takes no time to grab a hold of her wrists, binding them together with the rope, making her wince in pain when I cinch it tight. “That hurts! You don’t have to do this! Why are you doing this, Nix?”

“I already told you.” Does she think the answer is going to change? I honestly don’t care. I’m having too much fun. “I need this, I need you, all of you,” I confess, not knowing if she is even listening to me.

She’s still kicking and twisting, though, as I move her closer to the head of the bed. She even tries to fight against me, raising her arms so I can’t tie the rope to the headboard, and all I can do is laugh. “All you’re doing is making this take longer than it has to,” I warn, laughing again.

Deeper fear touches her eyes—she might as well be licking my cock. It’s so enticing and exciting to see. “I don’t want to do this. Please, stop!”

I don’t care. It’s never mattered what she wants, not when it comes to this. Nothing has changed. I’m in control of her when it comes to sex. I need that from her, the monster inside me hungers for it.

Once she’s secured, arms over her head, I take a second to admire what I’ve missed out on for too long. Her soft, plaid pajama pants and thin tank top hint at what I’ve already touched, tasted. Her chest is heaving—after all that fighting, her tits have almost worked their way out. Her nipples stand outhard against the cotton, and the sight of them makes my mouth water.

That’s what I want first, leaning over her and pulling the shirt up to her armpits. Her pert nipples are begging to be licked, so that’s what I do, bending down to drag my tongue around one while squeezing the other tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers while she writhes and squirms.

She tastes so good! I can’t help but rub myself through my jeans, aching, dying for the pleasure of being inside her. So hungry for her body, moving down to her navel and back up again with my tongue, nipping and licking, painting her skin.

“You… You shouldn’t do this!” She bucks and rolls like a wave, harder the further down I go. “What if Colt comes back? He won’t be gone long. You have to stop!”

Who does she think she’s kidding? There’s not as much fight in her voice anymore. Already, she’s weak for me. She knows she wants this as much as I do. She can’t help but give in when I make her feel this good.

“If you don’t stop,” I whisper, lifting my head. “I’m going to have to fill your mouth to shut you up. Is that what you want? Are you hoping I’ll give you my cock?”

She closes her mouth, pressing her lips together, shaking her head. Her nostrils flare with every sharp breath, and those breaths only come quicker when I climb between her legs and work my fingers under the waistband of her pants.

“I’ve missed your pussy,” I confess, pulling the pants down along with her thong in one quick motion that makes her gasp louder than ever. A tiny squeal sounds in her throat when I lift herlegs and spread them open wide so I can look down at her pink perfection.

It’s even better than I remembered. Shaved smooth, glistening, her little clit poking out from under her hood. “Maybe I’ll just jerk off, staring at this,” I whisper, staring down at the heaven I’ve missed so much. “I could paint your pussy with my cum, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”

Looking into her eyes, I snicker. “But I wouldn’t want to deprive either of us. I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

“Nix…” she moans, eyes welling with tears. I don’t know if I like the sight or the sound more. “Not like this. Please.”

“Your pussy doesn’t feel that way. You should see how wet it is.” I can’t help but reach down to drag a thumb over her bald lips, picking up her essence and bringing it to my tongue. The taste explodes there, turning my mind into a blazing inferno of need. Nothing will satisfy it but the grip of her muscles around me. She’s right—Colt could be back anytime, so this is dangerous. As much as I would love to take hours making her scream, I need to finish what I started.

That means unbuckling my belt and dropping my jeans to my knees. “Remember this?” I ask, laughing at the way she groans with her chin quivering. “Relax. You’re already dripping wet. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

When her cheeks flush and her eyes dart away, I know I’m right. Her body loves this, even if her brain tells her she shouldn’t.

She tries to push herself away from me, heels on the bed, when I touch my tip to her core. “That’s right, keep fighting,” I urge with a dark laugh. I barely recognize my own voice. It sounds more like Dad’s than mine, something that should bring all ofthis to an end. I can’t be like him, yet here I am. Maybe I need to embrace it. “It just makes me want you more.”

“You’re better than this!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I whisper before pushing forward, making her cry out in surprise, in pain, I don’t know which. I only know the sound is music to my ears that makes me drive myself deep and hard, grunting in pleasure once I’m buried to the hilt, and she’s gripping me tight with her hot, tight cunt.

It only gets hotter and tighter when I pull back and go deep again, hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall in a quick rhythm. Her teeth are gritted, eyes closed, but she loves it. “Stop fighting it,” I say breathlessly, taking her legs and spreading them wider, grinding my base against her clit.

Her face is red, tight with strain, but she can’t lie to me. Not to the man who’s balls deep inside her heat.

“Too… hard…” she grunts, but I ignore her. This is the way I need it, the way I’ve dreamed of it. I am not going to miss out on this.

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