Page 39 of Roommate Wanted
She nodded.
“Then turn around. Hands on the bed. Stick that pretty arse in the air.” I said, grabbing the lube from under the pillow.
Her body moved before her brain caught up—obedient from the bond, from the need I’d carved into her. She gasped when I spread her cheeks.
“I told yae, didn’t I?” I murmured, brushing my thumb down to her puckered hole.
She gasped but remained in her kneeling position.
“There’s no place yae can shut me out,” I crooned applying pressure against her arsehole. “This. This right here? This is mine too.”
She tried to twist, to look at me.“Wait—Lyall, I—”
“Shhh,” I crooned, leaning over her back, the blunt head of my cock pressing to her slick folds but not pushing in.“Ye’ll take it where I choose. Ye’r mine, every hole, every inch. I will fuck yae until there’s not a part of yae that doesn’t ache for me.”
When I pressed the first lubed finger inside, she shivered, her moan muffled against the bed. I worked her slowly, but deliberately, letting her feel the stretch.
The second finger made her tense.“Breathe,” I commanded.“Let me in. Let me own ye.”
I glanced down to see cunt dripping. The wet streaks on her inner thighs. I left my fingers in her arse and squirted the lube on my cock. Her thighs trembled as I resumed fingering her asshole. The tight skin around her hole was taut and stretched.
“Whose arsehole is this?” I asked, plunging my fingers in until she clenched her hole.
I pulled my fingers loose to press the head of my cock against her tight rim. Her breath was ragged, and her back arched.
“Tell me it’s mine,” I whispered against her shoulder.
She whimpered, a raw, helpless sound that made my cock throb. But she didn’t say it. Not yet.
I rocked my hips forward just enough for the tip to breach her. She gasped, and her fingers clawed the sheets.
“Say it,” I murmured, dragging my lips down her spine.“Say what yae already ken.”
The bond between us hummed, flaring with heat and resistance as she gasped.“It’s—it’s yours,” she choked out, ashamed, aroused, mine.
“That’s my gud gurl. Keep that arsehole open fur me,” I growled, pushing deeper, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, swallow me, submit.
She sobbed into the bed as I bottomed out, the pressure brutal, overwhelming, but not more than she could take.
“Ye feel that?” I asked, thrusting slow, deep, cruel.“That’s the last part of yae yieldin’. There’s no escape now, Nia. Not from my cock, not from the bond. Yae can hate me all yae like, but yer body’s already loyal.”
She wailed and pushed herself back onto my cock. Sweat broke out as I watched her dark hole swallow me up. With a growl, I fucked her with deep, long strokes until my knot bounced off her ass with each inward thrust.
“Mine. Yer tight wee arsehole is all mine. Ya hear?” She nodded, or maybe she just shook from the force of it. Her face was buried in the sheets, muffled cries caught between shame and unbearable pleasure.
“I said—Do.Yae. Hear?” I snarled, slamming into her with each word, my knot catching harder every time, dragging slick against her stretched rim.
“Y-Yes!” she sobbed.“It’s yours—it’s all yours, just—don’t stop, please—”
That, please, was a victory. Not begged in defiance, not screamed in protest, but given. Torn from the last shred of resistance she thought she had.
I leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder where the bite mark had already healed, my voice a low rasp.“That’s it, ma darlin’. Let me ruin yer arsehole. Tear it up. Let me ruin yae.”
Her body trembled, taut and yielding, shuddering on the edge of another climax.
“Good girl,” I crooned, rocking into her, pressing harder, deeper, letting my knot kiss her again and again.“Now come on my cock while I own the last part of yae.”
As soon as she cried out, her muscles clenched down on my cock and I let go, ploughing into her sweet arse until I filled her up with my cream. But I didn't stop fucking her, owning her, smearing my come over her pretty holes.
