Chapter 79 Taste like pride
Ira’s POV
“When I’m done with you, your body will never desire another.”
Ruel's words replay in my head.
I should fight him. I should keep my dignity and storm off.
But I don’t move. My gaze stays glued to his gray eyes, dark and stormy, pupils blown wide with hunger and something far more dangerous.
His voice is laced with jealousy when he speaks. “The way you looked at her… Like you were begging to be touched, like you forgot who you belonged to.” He grabs my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin. “These lips are meant for me.”
Heat floods my cheeks. Shame, fury, desire all twisting together until I can’t tell one from the other.
“You don’t own my eyes,” I snap, my voice trembling. “Or my mouth.”
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.
“Oh, Ira.” He slurs as his hand slides from my hair down my throat, resting there like he owns it. “Your gaze belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. And you’re going to learn that right now.”
“You’re delusional,” I hiss. “You think one jealous fit gives you rights over me?”
I catch his cruel grin a second before his mouth crashes back onto mine. He devours me like he’s been starving for days, and I let him, until my head spins and my knees threaten to give out.
When he finally tears his lips away, I’m breathless but he doesn’t let me recover.
His hand slips past my thighs, sneaking to the damp heat between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut, mortified.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I don’t.
With a sharp strike, his palm cracks across my bare ass.
My eyes fly open on a choked cry.
“That’s better.” He says with satisfaction. “Eyes on me, Ira.”
“You don't tell me what to do!”
Another spank, harder this time. The pain shoots straight to my core. I whimper, my hips jerking forward against his firm thigh. I hate how my body answers him, hate how the sting twists into a throbbing ache.
“You think you can give those looks to anyone else?” he growls. “Think you can let someone else see you like this, flushed, needy, fucking dripping for touch?”
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” I bite out, even as my voice wavers.
His hand moves, his fingers gliding through my slick folds, finding me shamefully and humiliatingly wet.
He groans, deep and guttural. “Goddess, you’re soaked. Just like I knew you’d be.”
My face burns and I try to close my legs, but his body blocks me, his fingers circling my clit, slow and teasing.
Biting down on my lip I try to hide my face.
“Don’t hide from me,” he warns, his hold on my jaw tightening.
I cry out, my back arching against the tree as two thick fingers push inside me without mercy. My fingers curl tight around his hand on my face when he curls his fingers perfectly, stroking that spot that makes sparks explode behind my eyes.
The words die in my throat. All the sharp comebacks in my head vanish. Pleasure floods me so completely that speech becomes impossible. My mouth opens, but only broken sounds escape.
“Hmmm…” I moan helplessly as he starts to move. Slow, deep thrusts at first, then faster, more punishing strokes. His palm grinds against my clit with every stroke.
“S..slow down,” I stutter, my words falling into a whimper.
Another spank lands on my burning ass, timed perfectly with a deep thrust. Pain and pleasure collide, stealing my breath.
“You want to fight me?” he rasps. “Go ahead. Tell me to stop.”
I try, I open my mouth again, but his fingers curl harder and all that comes out is a desperate “Ahhh…”
Ruel laughs again, the sound dark and sinfully triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”
His fingers speed up, curling harder, his thumb pressing my clit the best way possible. My thighs shake, my entire body coiling tight.
“You’re going to cum for me,” he says with restraint obvious in his voice. “And when you do, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
I shake my head weakly, tears pricking my eyes. Not because it hurts, but because I want it too much. Because even as he degrades me, claims me, I can't stop myself from arching into his touch like I was made for this.
He gives another brutal spank. Then another. Each one forcing a cry from my throat, each one sending fresh heat flooding through me.
“Cum, Ira,” he commands against my ear. “Show me who this body answers to.”
And I shatter.
My orgasm hits like a sudden and violent storm, ripping a scream from my lungs.
“Ahhh… R..Ruel!” I clench around his fingers, pulsing hard. My wetness floods his hand in a humiliating rush. My legs buckle. Only his arm around my waist and the tree at my back keep me upright.
Ruel doesn’t stop.
He works me through it, drawing out every spasm, every aftershock, until I’m a sobbing, oversensitive mess.
Only then does he slow, his fingers staying buried deep in my cunt.
“Good pup,” he murmurs, lips brushing the tears on my cheek. “But we’re not done yet.”
And just like that, he starts again, slower this time, less desperate, building me back up with cruel patience.
I whimper, my head falling to his shoulder. “Ruel…”
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you’re mine.”
I bite my lip stubbornly even as my hips roll into his hand.
His palm cracks down again, hard enough to make me see stars.
“Say it.” He insists.
“I…” The word breaks on a moan as he curls his fingers just right.
Another spank. Another thrust.
“I’m no one's,” I sob, hating myself for how thirsty I am for him. “Please don't stop…”
He groans like I’ve wounded him. His pace turns ruthless, fast, deep, perfect. His mouth finds my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
I close my eyes, mortified by how terrible the mark will be with such harsh sucking.
I come again, harder than the first time. “Hmmm… oh god… ahhh!” My whole body convulses, squirting helplessly around his fingers, soaking his hand, soaking my thighs, soaking the ground beneath us.
Tears stream down my face. I can’t stop the broken sounds spilling from my throat. I can't stop the raw emotions splitting open in me.
Surprisingly Ruel holds me through it, murmuring filthy praise against my skin.
“So fucking good,”
When the waves finally fade, I'm left feeling utterly wrecked.
He eases his fingers out slowly. Brings them to his mouth. My cunt clenches on nothing as he locks eyes with me, licking his fingers clean.
“You taste like pride,” he says quietly.
My mouth opens but I'm unable to speak, breathing hard and fast.