Seize(72)

“All your pretty holes exposed for me to use,” he murmurs, rolling me around on the floor like a toy. He positions me so that I’m facing a mirror, and then settles behind me.

I gasp for air when his index finger slides down my pussy. Just once.

“So sensitive …” he says, biting his lip. “I wonder if this pussy of mine wants more.”

“Yes, please.”

He smacks my ass, making me squirm, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

“Beg.”

“Please, touch me, Mister Brand.”

He grins, and then I feel his finger slide up and down my folds again, ceasing all thoughts in my head. I’m a sinner for wanting his touch, but I don’t care anymore.

“So wet …” he says. “Purr for me.”

I moan as he pushes a thumb inside, swirling it around. He plays with my pussy, sliding and slipping his fingers down and up, coating everything in my wetness. He toys with my clit, rolling it between his fingers and gently tugging before circling around it. I’m in complete delirium, desiring only him right now. My senses are on high alert as my muscles are constricted, and it adds to the intensity of his play.

He thrusts his finger inside, first one, then two. A hard smack to the ass has me groaning as he keeps fucking me with his fingers. He’s merciless, and I love every second of it. I’m getting close, so close to bursting that I moan out loud and cry when he hits me again.

“No coming.”

“Please …”

He slaps my other ass cheek. “Not. Allowed.”

He pulls his fingers from my pussy again, the emptiness it leaves overwhelming as I struggle to breathe. God, he has me. He truly has me.

“This is my pussy and I will say when it can come.”

“Yes, Mister Brand,” I say, licking my lips.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, dipping out his tongue to lick them. “Hmmm … delicious.”

He lowers his fingers to stroke my clit again, causing me to pant.

“Do you know what gets harder every time I do this?”

“What?” I ask.

“My cock.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat as he scoops up my wetness and smears it over his cock. I can’t see it in the mirror, but I can see his hand moving and his eyes are incessantly watching me from under his eyelashes, which is enough for me to know what’s going on.

He licks his lips and moves closer to my ass. Swiping his cock against my entrance, he makes me moan from need.

“Please …” I beg.

“What?” He pushes the tip in.

“Oh, fuck me, please …”

He muffles a laugh. “Oh, I will. I’ll fuck you so hard that I’ll have you screaming.”

He plunges in without warning, causing me to gasp for air as he claims my pussy with just one thrust. His fingers dig into my skin as he grasps my thighs and rocks against my body, fucking me as hard as he promised. He growls out loud, slapping my ass while thrusting, riding me like he truly owns me. It’s like he puts all his rage into this. The rage that I caused by whipping him. The rage he asked for.

We are one messed-up couple, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now more than ever do I realize that I belong to him. No matter which way I spin my words, it always comes down to this. Love, need, lust, affection, greed, desire, power, and freedom. It’s what keeps us both going, what binds us to each other.

As he fucks me rough and deep, I watch him in the mirror, admiring the lines on his forehead, the bite marks on his lip, his rugged face, and bare chest, thinking to myself that I’m lucky this man is mine.

I’ve truly gone insane.

His fingers find their way to my clit again, and I’m squirming underneath him when he starts flicking it. He’s pushing me over the edge with all his kinkiness.

“I can’t …”

“Beg, Lillith. Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, can I come?” I cry.

“Harder,” he demands.

“Can I come, please?” I yell.

He smirks at me in the mirror. “No.”

I sigh as he keeps circling around, agonizing me, fucking me senseless. He’s really pushing it now, and it’s almost impossible for me to hold back.

Suddenly, he takes his finger off my pussy again and takes out his cock.

I’m on the verge of exploding, and then he just stops?

“Can you feel it, Lillith?” he says.

His finger caresses my ass, sliding down to my slit but barely avoiding it.

“Can you taste it?” he whispers.

“What?” I mutter.

“Come.”

My eyes widen. His command is simple, and yet the gravity of it shatters me and my resolve. I lose control, my body coming apart at the seams. Wave after wave I tremble, collapsing onto the ground as I come from his voice alone.