Chapter 49 YOU'RE MINE.
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
Lucien nudges his cock between my tits and thrusts. My hands massage my nipples as the vibrator between my pussy increases speed. Lucien controls the damn thing, and he's torturing me with it.
A sweet torture.
My hands massage my breasts, on either side of his cock. He groans as his precum paints my tits. In no time, he releases on me, his cum shooting its ropes of seed on my tits. His hands dart out, and he massages his cum on me, spreading it around, until my chest and tits glisten with him.
He pulls me to my feet and places me in front of my bedside mirror. Angling me, he thrusts inside me again and forces my neck up. He wraps his hand around my neck as he lifts my right leg, making him go even deeper inside me, until it feels like he's hitting my G-spot.
"Oh!" I moan as his thrusts grow harder and faster.
"Come on, baby. You're a good girl, you can take it." We'd been at it for the past hour, and even as my body longed for rest, I wanted more of him. I wanted to cum at least three more times, I wanted him to keep fucking me until my oussy could only register him, and his cock.
My skin brimmed with arousal and electricity as his cock nudged inside my pussy.
"Look at you. You're so beautiful. You look so good taking my pussy. You were made to take my cock, baby."
He angles himself deeper, until all I can see and feel is him. He sucks on my earlobe, as his other hand massages my nipples. "You smell so good. Look at you, smelling of my cum, such a perfect scent. You want this cock, don't you?"
I nod, biting my lip, as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He spanks my pussy harshly, the sound of his hand meeting my wet center adding another erotic feel to the room. "Words."
"Yes, I want it."
"So what's my name?"
"Lucien."
He slaps my pussy again, this time, it's two smacks to my clit, making my already swollen clit, even more engorged.
"What's my fucking name?" He asks again and slows his thrusts until he barely fucks me again.
"Please," I say, frantically, as I try to fuck myself with his cok. "I was about to come, please. Lucien."
"Not until you say my name, baby." He says as he slows the vibrator.
"Please." I plead, but he doesn't listen; he only smacks my clit again. This time, he doesn't stop.
My legs shake from the force of his smacks, as my inner thighs and pussy grow wetter, until I begin to spill on the floor. My cheeks are coated with his cum, my saliva, and my tears. Lucien had taken so many pictures of his cock inside my mouth, of his cock inside my pussy, of my tear-stained cheeks, of my wet pussy....he had documented everything.
And a normal person would have asked questions, or would have felt scared of someone getting access to them; but all I did was moan, and grow wetter, as the thought of him seeing me in this state at any time he wants, filled my pussy with even more arousal, and I beged him to fuck me with my legs on each of his shoulders.
He obliged me, fucking me hard, with his hand stifling my screams, until I came on his cock again.
"What's my name, Sloane?" He groans before increasing the vibrator to maximum speed.
The force of that causes me to scream, as the one name on my mind falls off my tongue: "Daddy!!"
"Good girl." He groans and thrusts inside me again, rivalling the speed of the vibrator, as he fucks me until I bite down on his shoulder. My orgasm crashes into me again, as I come for the fourth time tonight.
He follows soon after, painting my pussy with his cum.
"Oh." I moan, as my pussy tingles with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and my eyes flutter shut.
"You're so beautiful." I hear him say, and my eyes flutter back open, as I stand with him behind me. He stares at me through the mirror as his hands caress my back.
"Come on, I either fuck you missionary, or I fuck you in the shower." He says, and I shoot him a concerned stare.
"Are you a wolf?"
He chuckles and lifts me in one swoop. Carrying me into my small shower, he places me on my feet, grabs my bottle of shower gel, and lathers a generous amount on my body. He massages the strawberry-smelling liquid on my skin, his hands moving towards my breasts, as he massages my large tits, until I'm trembling again. My nipples pebble again, as my low whimpers fill the silence between us.
My low moans follow suit as the sight of his furrowed brows in concentration stares back at me. His hands travel lower until he cups my mound.
"You feel sensitive, don't you?" He asks, and I nod, as the mere brush of his hand on my pussy lips has me shivering.
I feel so sore, and I shouldn't want this, but for some reason, I want him.I still want him.
"Should I stop?" He asks, his words feeling like acid to my ears, as I shake my head vigorously in the negative.
"No. Please." I whimper, and like that's all he needs, he lifts me and wraps my legs around his hips, before filling me in one thrust.
I yelp at the feel of him entering me again. It doesn't matter how many times he does it; he will always feel big to me. It felt like each time he thrusts inside me, he becomes bigger.
He groans, the sound guttural against my ear, as he tightens his hold on my hips. Using my body to fuck us, he lifts me up and down, while trusting inside me.
He doesn't go fast or hard; this time, he's slow. He thrusts inside me like he's not in a rush, but it doesn't take long for me to come against him.
That night, the sound of him hissing inside me as he tucked me in bed haunted like a sweet nightmare; "You don’t get to decide if you’re mine, Sloane. You already are. Even if you spend a lifetime trying to escape, you’ll only find me waiting at the end of every road. There’s no freedom from me, princess. Only surrender. Run, fight, scream; I don’t care. You’ll still be mine. Not just now,
Not just tomorrow.
Always. I’ll find you in every shadow, every corner, every life you try to build without me. You don’t escape me, Sloane; you belong to me."