Page 71 of Tethered Souls
She makes a little noise, but she doesn’t answer. I slap her ass as I enter the bathroom. My eyes go to the mirror above the sink, and I think about fucking her in front of it. My cock hardens as I set her down on the marble counter, her legs hanging over the side.
“Take off your dress, little monster, before I tear it off you.”
Not trusting myself to touch it, I step back and start to strip out of my own clothes and gear. Her eyes darken as she watches me, and I go slowly despite wanting to remove everything in seconds.
“Tell me how you made yourself come,” I say as I undo the buttons on my shirt one by one.
Her eyes latch onto my fingers. Her lips part.
“I pulled up my dress,” she murmurs as she slides the red silk of her skirt up her thigh. The hem of it rises up her shin. “And I bunched it around my waist.”
She wiggles as she keeps pulling her dress up. Until her bare ass is on the counter. A low growl emits from me as I think about her making contact with the marble rather than my face.
With the last button on my shirt undone, my fingers buzz with the urge to shirk it off, but I fight it. A flash of defiance narrows her eyes, wanting me to go first, but then she’s continuing her story.
“I spread my legs.”
Rewarding her, I let my shirt fall off my shoulders. Her breath catches, and she parts her thighs.
“Wider,” I growl when her legs still, not quite far enough to open her pussy lips.
She doesn’t move. “Take off your pants first.”
“Micha,” I warn.
“Then go fuck one of your whores.”
She starts to hop off the counter. My hands go to my waistband, stilling her.
“I don’t have any whores,” I say as I flick open the button on my pants.
Her eyes harden with pain that quickly turns into anger. But she doesn’t say what’s on her mind. I pull down my zipper, then kick off my shoes. Stepping towards her so I can reach her face, I cup her chin. “There’s only you, little monster.”
She sucks in a breath, and I like that I got it right. That I could ease a bit of her pain like she does mine. My chest tightens, and as I stand here with her cheek in my palm and her looking up at me like she wants to believe me, trust me, allow herself to…love me, I realize I might want her for more than just a womb.
We stare at each other, breathing the same breath.
My cock jerks with needy attention, but all I want...is right here. Just touching her like this.
She reaches a hand up to entwine with mine. My heart skips a beat as I watch her. But just as she’s about to make contact, I drop my arm and step away.
My pulse hammers in my skull.
I can’t cross this bridge with her. Can’t tell her about what will happen if our child is born without magic. She might not even conceive. Then telling her, giving her that pain and stress, would’ve been for nothing.
So I hold her gaze, ignoring the hurt there, and strip off my pants. I step out of them and toe off my socks. “Now wider,” I demand, my gaze dipping to her pussy, away from those eyes that ask me for things I can’t give.
Micha hesitates a second, then slowly spreads her legs apart. But as beautiful as her pink pussy is, as hot as it is to watch her lips open for me, the sight can’t compete with the look she gave me just seconds ago. Like I could be her entire fucking world if I just let her in.
Suddenly restless, I yank down my boxers. In the same movement I step out of them, I move forward and grab her hips. I yank her to the edge of the counter, to me, and as she sucks in a breath, I push in deep. Or try to. But she’s too fucking tight, the toy in her ass blocking me, pushing the walls together, filling up the space so I can’t. The vibrations of the toy feed into my tip, and my balls draw tight with the need to sink into her, to feel her clenching around me.
So I rip the plug out and toss it. Then line my cock up with her gaping hole and push in deep. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as her breasts arch into me.
I pull out, then slam back in. Grunting and groaning, I pick up the pace until I’m hammering into her. Until I’m fucking out my frustration as she pants and writhes against the counter and me. Her nails scrape trenches into my back, and I growl at the feel of the pain. Dipping my head, I bite her neck. She cries out again as her legs wrap around me, her ankles locking as she bounces her ass up and down on my cock.
I release her neck and push her back until she’s leaning half against the mirror, half on her hands. “Show me how you came for me,” I demand as my eyes dip to her pussy.
Shifting her weight, she reaches forward with one hand. She presses her fingers against the outside of her pussy, applying hard pressure as she lifts her hips. I bring a hand up to join her, trailing two fingers back and forth between her lips.
