Page 35 of Ravaged
“I do. More than you think.”
She looked at me then, her eyes heavy with tears. She pulled at the straps on her ankles but couldn’t move. Then she screamed again, in frustration, in anger, in hate, and pounded her fists into my chest. It didn’t hurt, not physically.
“Listen,” I said. I grabbed her shoulders. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m here, Teagen. I’m here. I want you, Teagen.”
I grabbed her face, and before she could spit at me, I pressed my lips to hers. A jolt of energy surged through me. Her eyes widened, and she bit my lip. I gripped her hair, pulling her into me, and I forced my tongue in her mouth. Her lips went from tentative and impulsive, to surrendering to her own desires. She loosened, letting me explore her. I raked my hands across her body, reaching inside of that robe, flicking my thumb across her tender nipples. A quiet moan escaped from her lips, finding its place in my mouth. I pulled her closer, but the damn ankle restraints got in the way.
I pulled a pocket knife out of my pants and cut the ties, the cords of rope dangling from her feet, then heaved her hips over to my lap. Her eyes were glazed, deep in lust, and I licked her lips. I locked eyes with her, holding back for a moment.
“Do you want me?” I asked.
Despite the question, this wasn’t about me. This was about her. She had been molded since she was of age to want sex for pure financial benefit, to boost her self esteem through giving and receiving pleasure, and I wanted her to be aware that if we were going to do this, it couldn’t be because she needed to be desired. This had to be about whatshewanted, deep within herself.
“Do I want you?” she stammered. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes,” I said. “Or say no.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I held my breath, waiting for her answer. When she opened them, she nodded at me. “Yes,” she whispered.
I ripped open the robe and sucked her nipples, swirling my tongue over her areola, worshipping her like a beggar at the feet of a forest nymph, yearning for her to quake into submission. To surrender to her pleasure, to her desire, to not care about anything but whatshewanted. She sucked in, and I squeezed her hips, pulling her in closer, grinding my dick into her.
No… I couldn’t fuck her like this. I had to keep that barrier. I might have wanted her, but that didn’t mean she was no longer a prisoner. I held her, carrying her as we kissed, my tongue swirling with hers, her nails scratching my back. I let her feet down on the ground, then pushed her shoulders until she was kneeling. I unzipped my pants.
Because if I gave in to her pleasure, she would end me. I had to do itmyway. Force her to take my pleasure.
But only because she wanted it.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
Compliant, her bottom lip opened, hungry for my cock. I unbuckled my belt and pulled the zipper and fisted my cock. Teagen licked her lips, and I pulled her hair, using the silky strands as a grip to help me fuck her face. Slow at first, her molten tongue caressing my shaft, moaning each time her tongue flicked over a throbbing vein, then deeper, and deeper still until my cock stretched out the curve of her throat. She gagged. I pulled out completely, long enough for her to gasp, then I rammed in again, hard and fast, pressing her into the log, going even farther than before.
She had her hands on her pussy, touching herself. She couldn’t help herself. Even when I was fucking her like this.
“Such a dirty little slut,” I said.
She moaned, her eyes watering, this time, not from sadness, but from being forced to take every inch of my hard, thick cock. I pulled her hair, wrenching her back and forth until she was nothing but a mindless fucking machine, meant to be used, to be made mine. Because she wanted this too. She wanted me.
Teagen might have broken down the walls to get me to this point, but I didn’t care. Because right then, she was mine.
