Chapter 51 Mine
Will’s P.O.V.
“You want me deeper?” I ask, biting her shoulder until she whimpers. “Beg for it. Even if I can’t hear the words, I want to feel your body beg for me.”
She pushes her body backwards against me, obeying my command, begging with every move for me to go deeper.
“That’s my girl.” I shove my fingers back inside, harder, fucking her asshole with relentless thrusts while spanking her cheek with my free hand. She’s shaking under me from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
I pull my fingers out slowly, watching her hole twitch and spasm, hungry for me. “Look at you… ruined already, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”
I spit between her cheeks, spreading it over her tight hole as I untie my hospital gown. Lining myself up behind her, I dig my nails into her waist before pushing my tip into her tight little hole. She jerks against the bed, muffling a scream into the gag, but there’s nowhere to run.
“You’ll take this, Professor. You’ll take all of me.” I press harder until the head pops inside.
Her body clamps down so tight around me that I nearly lose control. I grip her tied wrists with one hand, her hip with the other, and force myself deeper, inch by inch, stretching her open until I’m buried in her ass.
“Fuck…” I growl, dropping my forehead on her back. “So tight… made for me.”
God, I want to feel her pussy so badly, but this is her punishment. I have to control myself. I know how much she wants me to touch her there.
I pull back slowly before slamming into her with one brutal thrust. She cries, body shaking, her feet lifting off the floor as she balances on her toes. I don’t stop. My hips pound against her ass, each slap echoing through the room as I fuck her raw and hard.
Even the bed starts moving with my thrusts. The sound of skin on skin, her muffled cries, and the bed hitting the floor make the atmosphere dirtier, more intense.
God, I want her pussy. But this is her punishment. I can’t give it to her. Not yet.
“You feel that?” I smack her ass until it burns red under my hand. “That’s your punishment. You don’t get my cock in that greedy little pussy of yours. You only get me here, until you learn.”
I bite her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her skin as I thrust faster, harder, my cock stretching her, owning her. She writhes beneath me, helpless, her muffled cries turning into muffled moans.
Her ass grips me tighter with every thrust, her body begging for more, even while I deny her what she really wants.
I slam into her again, yanking her back by the wrists, forcing her to arch for me.
“You’re mine. Every scream, every hole, every fucking inch of you belongs to me.” I assert in her ear.
I spank her ass again, then drive deep, grinding against her, holding her there, making her take every inch.
“Say it,” I order, yanking her head back by her hair so she can’t avoid my eyes. Her eyes filled with tears meet mine as I pull the panties out of her mouth with my other hand.
“You’ll never leave me again. Don’t even think about it.” With every word, I thrust slowly and roughly, and she moans in pleasure.
“Say it!” I slap her lightly across the face, tighten my grip in her hair, and grind into her hole.
“Fuck! I’ll never leave you, Master,” she screams, so loud that I’ve to shush her by pressing my palm over her mouth, silencing her, while pounding into her harder.
We both have completely forgotten that we’re in the hospital room. Damn! This woman drives me crazy.
My cock vibrates inside her. I’m so close.
“I’m going to cum,” I whisper against her ear, pressing my palm harder over her mouth as I thrust deeper, faster. Her walls tighten around me, dragging my release out.
“Fuck! You’re so amazing.” I growl, cumming deep into her ass until I know she feels every drop.
I don’t pull out. I grind against her slowly, forcing her to take all of it, making sure she knows she’s been filled, claimed, marked.
I don’t give her what she wants. I don’t touch her pussy. Still, she cums hard.
My fist tangles in her hair as I murmur against the back of her neck, breathless. “Mine. Every part of you. Even here.”
Iva’s P.O.V.
My body quivers. It’s weak, and my every nerve still burns from the way he just fucked me. My face is buried in the sheets, wrists aching from the tight bind, and I can still feel him inside me, his release warm and deep in my hole.
I crave his cock in my pussy, I ache for him to thrust there, but he doesn’t. He punished me so hard. And I love it, his control, his power, his wildness, his punishment—everything about him.
I shake… not from fear, but from being so utterly his. After a month without his claim, this feels like pure bliss.
When his weight finally lifts off me, his hands stroke carefully down my back. He presses soft kisses against my shoulders, against the marks he left, now worshipping the same skin he punished.
Then I feel his fingers on my wrists. The bandage loosens, and with a final tug, my arms fall forward, numb and sore. But he catches them gently and massages my wrists with care. God, I missed his gentle side so much.
“You took it so well,” he praises in his soft masculine voice, sending a different kind of shiver down my spine.
He lifts me effortlessly, turning me onto my back on the bed. Leaning down, he brushes a featherlight kiss against the corner of my lips. I know what’s coming next. His care.
Tears brim in my eyes. Not from pain, but from how much I’ve missed this. Missed him.
He disappears for a moment, then returns with a damp cloth. My heart clenches.
Carefully, almost too gently compared to how he just destroyed me, he cleans between my thighs, wiping away the mess. I hiss and flinch at the sensitivity, but he continues with patience.
When he’s done, he kisses my hip softly, right where he bit me earlier. God, I’m melting under his tender kisses. I sit up slowly, weak but needing him close.
My shaky hands cup his face, forcing his dark eyes to meet mine. “I’ve missed you… and I’ll never run from this again. From you.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you. But I promise, I’ll never give you a reason to leave me again,” he whispers against my lips, his hand threading through my hair as he claims my mouth in a gentle kiss.
For the first time in weeks, I feel whole.
When he pulls back, he picks something from the side table. I stare at him in confusion until he turns back, and my breath catches.
He’s holding the necklace. My necklace. The one he once gave me, the one he himself tore from my neck. The one I refused to wear today.
But now… now I’m ready.
He comes closer, guilt carved in every line of his face. “I’m sorry for taking this away from you, Professor. It belongs to you. Always.”
“Can I make you wear it again?” he asks softly.
I nod, smiling through tearful eyes. This time, my tears are not from pain but from happiness. The happiness of getting us back.
“Turn around.”
As I turn, he brushes my hair over one shoulder, and I feel the heat of his breath brushing against my skin.
The cold metal kisses my neck as he fastens the chain. The soft click of the clasp feels louder than any command he’s ever given me.
“There,” as he says, his lips brush my ear. “Right where it belongs.”
I touch the charm with trembling fingers, overwhelmed. He’s not just putting a necklace back on me, he’s putting us back together.
He turns me back toward him, his gaze instantly falling to where the pendant rests on my chest.
“This necklace makes you mine, Professor.”He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, fixing his eyes on me. “You look complete with it.”
And God, with his words, his love, and his kiss, I melt completely and embrace him tightly.