novelxo Unhinged Desires: Chapter 21
I can’t believe they fucking put her in a cell like a common thug. Fucking Lucy Christianson in a cell. My fucking Little Bee locked up behind bars.
I was livid when I got the call to inform me my house was broken into and by whom. The fucking officer then went on to tell me that the culprits were currently locked up in a holding cell, waiting for my decision on whether or not to press charges. The only ones I wanted punished were the fuckers who touched her. When she walked—or should I say stumbled—out I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and carry her away. Take her home.
I didn’t do that. Instead, in true Lucy stubbornness, she stood and went toe to toe with me. Arguing about not wanting to leave her friend. I would leave the whole fucking world behind and walk away with her and her alone. And never look back. Not once. I know it’s not reasonable to expect her to do the same. To forget everyone else exists and have her whole fucking world revolve around me. I shouldn’t expect that, but it’d be fucking nice if things happened that way.
I left her there with her brother. It was either that or make a fucking scene by taking her by force and dragging her into my car. I figured leaving was the smarter option. Which is why I now find myself sitting in her living room, waiting for her to walk through the door. Her driver was meant to be bringing her home—by my calculations, she should be here any minute now. My knee bounces up and down, as nervous energy rolls through my body in waves. When the door opens and she walks in, I flick on the light. Then without saying a word, I stand, run my eyes up and down her body, and start checking all of her rooms and cabinets so she doesn’t need to do it herself.
“You can stop, you know. There’s no point in looking for the bogeyman when he’s standing right in front of me,” she says.
“You think I’m the bogeyman?” I ask her, my head tilted to one side as I await her answer.
“If the shoe fits.” She shrugs.
“You say you’re afraid of me, but your body says something else entirely. Your actions contradict every one of your pretty little protests,” I tell her.
“Oh yeah, and what does my body say?”
“Right now, your body is begging for me to touch it. Everywhere. You want me to lick you from head to toe, spread those creamy thighs of yours, and open your pussy right up for me.” I take a step. She’s already in arm’s reach as my hand rests gently around her neck, “You want me to fuck you until you forget your own name,” I say in her ear.
She takes a deep breath. “And what if I said I want that? Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Fuck me until I don’t know who I am?” she clarifies.
I move my head back to look her right in the eye. “If I fuck you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop. I don’t think once will be enough,” I warn her.
“What if it is? What if you find out the reality isn’t half as good as the fantasy you’ve built up in your head?”
“Doubtful.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Her fingers grip the hem of her shirt and she lifts the material over her head, revealing a pair of perky fucking C-cups covered by a white lace bra.
“This is a dangerous game, Little Bee.” I watch as she takes a step to the rear, reaches behind her back, and unhooks the bra.
“I think you already know the way to my room,” she says, turning around and walking away before dropping her bra on the floor in front of me.
I don’t hesitate to follow her. I pull my own shirt over my head, tossing it in the hall right before I cross the threshold to her room. Lucy unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Her fingers curl under the lace of her white panties.
“Stop. Leave them,” I tell her.
She spins to face me, raising an eyebrow in question.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to unwrap your pussy. Let me.” I step up to her and push her down onto the bed. “Fucking perfection.” I look down at her, her chest rising and falling heavily as she stares back at me. I tug her panties along her thighs, down her legs, and scoop each foot out of them before I bunch up the lace in my hand and shove them in my pocket.
“Adding to your collection?” she asks.
“Something like that.” I smirk.
“Oh my god. You’ve been pinching my undies, haven’t you? I thought the cleaners had some kind of weird kink when things started going missing, but it was you all along.” She gasps.
“Don’t act like you’re surprised.” I climb onto the bed, spreading her legs apart. I stare at her. My hands hover just above her skin—they’re shaking. I want to touch her so bad I’m afraid if I do, I’m going to be too rough. I’m going to hurt her and not be able to stop myself.
“What’s wrong?” she finally questions after a few moments of silence.
“If I hurt you, you have to stop me. You have to tell me.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Dominic,” she says with a blind faith I don’t deserve and she shouldn’t have.
“I don’t know where to start. I want to mark every inch of your body so there is no doubt in any other fucker’s head that you belong to me.” I pick up her left leg and graze my teeth over her ankle. When I sink in harder, deeper, she squirms but doesn’t pull away. My gaze shifts between her eyes and her pussy that’s glistening at me in invitation.
Sucking over the indentation, I move up her calf and repeat the process. As I work my way along her leg, I bite harder and harder as I go. By the time I get to her inner thigh, I sink down so hard the taste of copper coats my tongue. Blood. Her blood. I pull back and inspect her thigh. Tiny droplets of red pool above the freshly made dental impression.
“Dominic… I need…” Lucy’s voice is hoarse. I look at her face. It’s flushed.
“What do you need, Little Bee?” I ask her.
“I need you to make me come,” she says.
“With pleasure.” I lick the little bit of blood from her leg. “You taste fucking amazing,” I tell her right before I run my tongue up the centre of her pussy, the taste of her desire and blood mixing together. I growl as I suck on her cunt, trying to lap up as much of her juices as I possibly can. I shove my tongue inside her tight hole, in and out, around in circles, before I move up and show her hard little bud the attention it’s craving.
Flattening my tongue, I lick her clit over and over. She screams my name, while her hands grip the sides of my head as her hips buck off the bed. I shove a finger into her while she’s mid-orgasm, drawing out her pleasure. When her muscles relax, I move up her body and wrap my mouth around one of her hard pink nipples. My fingers pull and twist at the other one as I lavish her fantastic fucking tits.
“I can’t wait to fuck these,” I say.
“How about less talking and more fucking?” Lucy suggests.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, tossing it on the bed before I sit up, undo my jeans, and chuck them onto the floor. Lucy stares at my cock with a look of pure terror.
“As much as it fucking kills me to admit, I know you’re not a virgin, so why are you staring at my cock like it’s going to hurt you?” I ask her.
“Because I think it might just break me in half. This might not be my first time, Dom, but that is not the average college guy size.” She points at my cock.
I laugh. “What the fuck about me says average college guy, Little Bee?”
“Nothing.”
“Right.” I pick up the condom, rip open the foil, and roll the latex down my cock. “You know now is the time to back out if you’re having second thoughts,” I tell her.
“No. Just… go slow,” she says.
But I don’t know if I can. I line up my cock with her entrance and start to push in. She’s fucking tight and it takes all of my restraint not to just thrust all the way inside.
“Oh god!” She closes her eyes and I can’t hold back anymore. I piston into her, bottoming out, then hold still.
Her eyes open up and I see the flicker of pain on her face. “Don’t do that,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Show me the pain. I fucking like it too much and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to fuck me, Dominic. I want you to fuck me how ever you want. I can handle it,” she says as her pussy clenches and unclenches around my cock.
“Fuck,” I curse out, withdrawing my cock and slamming back again. After that, I’m gone. I’ve lost any sense of control I thought I might have had.
My fingers wrap around her throat, pinning her to the mattress, while my other hand scoops under her ass, lifting her hips slightly off the bed. I thrust in and out, my eyes locked on her face. Tears form in the corner of her eyes as I continue to fuck her, using her body for my own pleasure. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she meets each of my thrusts with one of her own.
Fuck, she’s fucking me from the bottom.
I roll us over, landing on my back with her above me. “Move that pussy up and down my cock, Little Bee,” I tell her.
I hold one of her wrists behind her back, while my free hand grips her face as she starts to bounce up and down on me. Then I slowly glide my fingertips down from her cheek to cup each of her breasts, one at a time. I twist and pull on her nipples, hard. Her head tips back and a gush of wetness coats my cock.
Interesting. Does my Little Bee get off on pain as much as I do?
I need to test the theory more. I shove her off me. “On your hands and knees. Put your ass in the fucking air for me.”
Lucy looks over her shoulder as she follows my every command. Her ass high up in the air, she rests on her forearms with her head on a pillow.
I line up behind her, holding her hips still before thrusting forward again. “Fuck me, the only place left for me is hell, because I’m about to fucking destroy heaven.”
“Oh fuck, yes,” she screams out.
My hand lifts before slamming down on her right ass cheek. She screams louder and her pussy tightens right before I feel the wetness coat my dick again. She likes it a little rough.
Fuck, that knowledge has me on edge.
I lean over and scoop her up, bringing her back flush with my chest. My mouth latches on to her shoulder before biting down hard. My fingers twist her nipples and she comes. Her body seizes in my arms as her orgasm shoots through her.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock. I can feel your cunt milking me.” My balls tighten, and before I can stop myself, I’m spilling my seed inside her. Well, inside the condom anyway. “Fuck,” I hiss out, falling onto the bed and bringing Lucy down with me.
“Can we do that again?” she asks while sucking in lungfuls of air.
“Give me two minutes and we can,” I tell her. I stand, walk into her bathroom, and dispose of the condom before turning on the shower and waiting till it gets hot. Walking back to the bedroom a moment later, I pick her up.
“What are you doing?” she squeals.
“We need to shower.”
“I can walk,” she insists, though her attempts to wiggle free are weak at best.
“I know.”
“Okay then. Just as long as you know.” She grins.
“There isn’t much I don’t know about you, Lucy Christianson,” I tell her.
“And yet I know practically nothing about you, Dominic McKinley,” she counters.
“You know more than most.”