Page 35 of Ends of Being

She shifts on the bed, drawing my gaze to her face, and I can’t help but mirror the small smile on her lips. She sighs, and I sigh, and then my sigh turns into a groan as she turns her body just so, and I get a glimpse of my cum leaking out of her pussy.

My beast likes that, the sign of ownership, the primal sign of possession over her body.

She shivers slightly, so I stand, then crawl up onto the bed at her feet. I stroke my hand over her ass, my fingers ghosting between her ass cheeks, and then dipping into the wetness of my release, pushing it back into her body. She gasps and then moans softly, her hips squirming as I push two fingers up inside her as far as I can.

I pull my fingers from inside her cunt, moving up her body to smear the wetness across her lips, my beast practically purring as her tongue peeks out, licking around her mouth.

I go back to the trunk, picking out a different set of restraints, softer and more delicate. They also have a quick release on the off-chance that I get her exactly where I want her and I need to let her go quickly. I want to push her physically and emotionally until she’s begging, pleading to be closer to me.

I pick up one of her arms, wrap the band around her wrist, and then ease her onto her back as I do the same with her other wrist. Moving both of her arms over her head, I connect her wrists together, then move to the head of the bed and secure her bound hands to the headboard. I tighten the straps until her arms are pulled up over her head just enough so her torso is bowed, her head back, and her neck presented to me.

I’m still wearing my clothes, mainly as a small barrier to keep me from going entirely animalistic on her. It’s been quite some time since I gave in to my urges, and it’s difficult for me to rein in my pent-up desire to consume her.

I know she’d enjoy it; that’s what she wants, but this isn’t about giving her what she wants. This is about getting what I want. I know I can have her body, that physically, she would be mine whenever and however I choose, but I want more than the physical, more than just her body. I want her mind, her emotions. I want her entire fucking soul.

I decide not to restrain her ankles, allowing her free movement of her lower body. I shift back down between her legs, spreading them wide, then bending forward and inhaling the scent of our mixed arousal. I know some men are scared of their own cum, but I’m no such man.

I softly flick her clit with my tongue, slowly licking along her pussy lips down to her entrance, where I fuck her a few times with my tongue. Her little noises increase in volume, and I know the exact moment she comes awake enough to comprehend what’s happening. Then her voice breaks through the silence, “What the fuck are you doing, Dare?”

The question is breathless, and she pulls on her restraints as I give her a pointed look and reply, “Taking my turn.”

I don’t give her time to respond. I dive into her pussy, my hands sliding under her ass to raise her up, giving me better access. I suck, lick, and nibble every inch of her swollen, glistening flesh, allowing her legs to come up over my shoulders, her feet digging into my back. She’s doing everything she can to grind against my face, so I bring one hand around, swiping two fingers along her wet entrance before pushing them inside her.

“Oh, god,” she sobs, her gasping breath catching in her throat as her body winds tighter. I feel her climbing toward release, her body vibrating with need, her pants and gasps increasing in intensity the faster I work her over with my mouth and fingers. I twist my hand, pushing my fingertips up against her pelvic wall, and she freezes, her body strung tight as she reaches for her peak, her broken sobs quickly escalating in what I can only imagine being a well of pleasure.

And then I stop.

She screams in frustration, and I revel in the intense satisfaction that rushes through me. She thrashes on the bed, and it’s only my quick reflexes that save me from the kick she directs up at my chest.

I grab onto her foot, squeezing her ankle tightly as I say, “Now, now, baby girl. Don’t make me strap you down.”

She glares at me, snarling, “Fuck around and find out. Right, baby?”

My eyes widen, and I’m sure I’m giving her an intensely smug look when I retort, “That’s fucking right, and you’ve been fucking around for ages, so it’s about time you find out.”

She thrashes about once more, her arms pulling on the restraints with such force that, for a moment, I fear she may actually bust out of them. I question my decision not to restrain her entirely, but I want her to be able to fight; I want her to be able to lash out.

I turn my head, biting her ankle sharply until she flinches, then I move down her leg, biting into the meat of her calf until she cries out. I release her, looking at my bite mark with a growl of approval. I want to mark her everywhere. I want to leave my teeth marks on her neck, her face. I want to smear my cum all over her body so that all anyone will ever smell on her again is me.

My beast rattles in my chest again, and I grit my teeth, pushing back against my primal need to force her to my will because I know it would be a detrimental mistake. She’s not the kind of woman you can force into anything; she has to be handled with care, tricked, and coerced into believing the end results are a result of her own making.

I release her ankle, lying flat between her legs and pressing my face into her pussy. I don’t bother easing back in, instead driving three fingers into her and twisting them while working my lips and tongue against her clit. I’ll have her bucking beneath me in no time. I carry on licking and sucking until I feel her feet pushing into my back, her thighs squeezing my head to keep me in place as she moans and curses, and I find myself smiling against her slick flesh as she attempts to force me to let her orgasm.

But it won’t work.

Just as soon as her moans shift to keening cries, I tear myself away from her, this time moving off the bed to avoid her attempts to kick me again.

My cock throbs in my pants, so I unfasten them, reaching my hand in and squeezing my erection until it’s almost painful.

She’s beyond pissed, her eyes flashing at me and her teeth bared as she snarls like a feral cat.

And I fucking love it.

I shift up to the head of the bed, kneeling beside her, reaching a hand out to stroke her cheek. I barely manage to yank my hand back as her teeth snap at me in an attempt to bite me.

I chuckle again, taking her head between my hands and jerking her up so she can look nowhere but at me. I lean over her, my tongue lapping her upper cheek for a second before my teeth sink into her flesh, and she flinches. I lick my way down to her lips, swiping over her mouth before taking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down until she sobs and the bitter taste of copper hits my tongue.

I pull back slightly, just enough, so my lips still touch hers as I whisper, “I can do this all night, baby girl.”

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