Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Gunner

My cock pulses, demanding to be unleashed, preferably in one of her holes. Every time Cash is near, I want her naked beneath me, writhing with lust.

But as my body covers hers and her soft, warm eyes stare up at me, my heart’s passionate desire outweighs my cock’s carnal need. “Stay with me tonight. I hate the idea of you all alone in that big-ass house.”

Her body shifts against mine, putting every one of my nerve endings on high alert. Her soft curves beg for my touch.

“I’ve spent a lot of nights by myself,”—her words are soft—“and you’re the only one who’s ever mentioned it. The record label always booked me the penthouse. It was so lonely, so I went straight to the hotel bar. It was the only place I could get the hum of life in my ears. I’ve written so many songs on bar napkins, it’s a joke. I’ve never even had a relationship. Sure, I’ve had sex.” She gives me a pained look. “But it was more of a business transaction than anything else. The label agreed to that because they could control it… until they couldn’t. No one has taken the time to understand, encourage, or care for me. I didn’t realize how much I craved it until I got to this town.”

As much as I hate that Cash has never had anyone, I love that she’s never had a genuine relationship. We’re on the same playing field in that respect. Two fucked up people who fuck a lot, and that’s it.

At that moment, I feel ten feet tall. Our heartbeats sync as I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her lips close. “This town is pretty small. I’m not ashamed to say my bar is the liveliest place you’ll find within twenty-five miles of here, but as long as I have something to say about it, you’ll never be lonely again.”

“You’re only a call away?” She grins and warmth resonates in her dark-brown eyes.

“Or less,” I whisper in her ear as my hands circle her thighs and hike her onto my hips. Her ankles lock at my waist, and her core presses against the tip of my cock, radiating heat like a fucking beacon.

My need for her vibrates in every atom of my being. The pull to her is like a junkie craving heroin in his veins. Everything about Cash is tempting, from her soft smile, warm eyes, beautiful voice, and banging, full-figured body that makes my mouth water and my cock ache. She’s so alive, sparkling with energy and music and happiness. And I’m addicted.

“I mean it, Sparrow. Stay with me.” I cover her lips with a kiss before she can answer, letting her off the hook but planning to convince her with my hands, tongue, cock, and anything else I can think of. If I have to, I’ll tie her to my bed and render her speechless with orgasm after orgasm.

Her arms lock around my neck and desire blooms as her hips rock subtly against me. She is so fucking turned on that she doesn’t even realize she’s humping me, and it only makes my cock throb harder.

I stumble up the stairs and go straight to my bedroom. I can’t help thinking how much she belongs in my bed as I stare down at her dark hair feathered around her face.

I open my nightstand, grab the handcuffs, and snap them on her wrists, connecting her to the headboard. Rising, I gaze down at her, helpless and at my mercy and so fucking beautiful. “I’ve wanted nothing in my life like I want you. I’ll do anything, Cash, even if it means handcuffing you to my bed.”

“Gunner,” she whispers against my lips.

Her small pants turn to breathier moans as my fingers slip between her legs and rub her warmth through the thin material of her skirt. I speed up, determined to make her come for me before I have her naked.

“Instead of forcing you to stay because you’re cuffed to my bed”—her legs shudder and her muscles tense as her hips rock in search of relief—“I plan to fuck you so completely you’ll be chained to my dick.” I catch her lips in a hard kiss, forcing our tongues together as she shakes and comes unglued around my fingers. Warmth spreads across the front of her skirt, and satisfaction fills the caveman inside me. “Remember when you said the only time you’ve cum is through rough sex?”

“Yes,” she incoherently mumbles, basking in the afterglow.

I smile smugly. “Not anymore.”

Cash freezes as her eyes search my face. “That’s never happened before. I didn’t think it was possible. My whole life, I thought I was broken.” Her lips twitch as she recovers from her trip to the stratosphere. “How come you didn’t fuck me like you usually do?”

“You’re already addicted to my dick, Sparrow, but I also want you addicted to my heart. I love it rough and dirty, and most times, our sex life will be just that. But I need to show you tenderness, too. I want you to feel special, beautiful, and powerful. It’s important to me that you know without a doubt that I want all your pieces, the broken ones, and the beautiful ones.”

I push her skirt up and outline her plump pussy lips. She bucks and arches when my cool fingertips slip between her lips and brush her swollen clit. “I like the lack of panties. Think I’ll make you go commando regularly, so I can fuck you whenever and however I want.”

The bed shifts as I move between her legs. “Such a good little slut,” I growl into the wetness of her cunt, licking my lips in anticipation of her delicious cum flooding my mouth. “Does it make you hot when I look at you?” She bucks, teeth clamped down on her lip. “Does it make you hot knowing how fucking hard you make me? How I can’t think about anything but you? It only took one look to get me addicted to you, sweet sparrow.”

“Gunner,” she moans. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want, Sparrow. I want to hear the words.”

“Please, fuck me, Gunner. Please. My pussy is so wet, and I need you.”

“How do you want it, darlin’?”

“I-I want it to hurt. I want you to force me to do whatever you want. Treat me like you don’t care about me. Make me your worthless whore.”

“Jesus, you’re so hot and silky.” I kiss the inside of her thighs as my finger glides through her wetness. “You’re going to scream for me, Cash. I want your pussy red and swollen from the depraved acts I’ll throw at you. I want to hear you begging for me to whip this cunt until you think you’re going to pass out from the pain. I want to fuck you until my dick is raw and soaked with your cum.” My fingers speed up, working her to the edge of another orgasm. “And then, I want to fill every one of your sweet holes and take you to the brink of insanity until you can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.”

“Gunner, oh my God, your words are so… You have no idea what you’re doing to me when you talk so…”

A cocky grin lifts my lips. “Filthy?”

“So filthy.”

Bending over, I grip her jaw and make her wince. I know I’m being rougher than I should, but I’m giving my girl what she wants. She craves the roughness because it gives her peace. She needs the loss of control to gain a sense of worth. My violence is her relief, my words of humiliation are her calm, and the pain my hands inflict allows her to release her fear.

I cup her mouth and nose with my hand, limiting her ability to breathe. “Shut the fuck up and spread your legs.”

Cash presses her legs together, doing the exact opposite of my request.

A smirk forms on my lips. My sparrow is ready to play. The little brat. “You’re going to regret that, whore.”

I rise and unbuckle my belt, pulling it from the hoops of my black jeans. Wrapping the leather around my hand, I gaze down at my girl and smile. “I’m going to give you two options. You can open your legs willingly and only get five strikes on your pussy, or you can refuse, and I’ll pry your legs open and strike you ten times.”

“Neither,” she says defiantly.

I grip her shirt with one hand and tear it off her flesh, exposing her big tits in a white lace bra. My free hand dips into the cups, pulling out her giant tits. Without warning, I strike her with the belt on one nipple and then the other.

Cash cries out, arching her back, almost begging for more. “Oh, darlin’, you seem to be under the impression you have a choice.”

I hold her gaze as I undo my pants and unleash my cock. It points directly at her like an arrow. The bed squeaks as I get on top and straddle her. My ass is above her head, my dick pointing at her mouth with my piercing hovering over her lips. Cash moans, desperate to hold her resolve. I dip down, rubbing the tip of my cock along the seam of her lips. She pushes her head up and sticks out her tongue, licking my piercing.

“Such a cock whore, aren’t you, Sparrow? You’ll do anything for a taste. You want my dick in your pathetic mouth hole?”

“No.”

The tip of her tongue licking my cock tells me she’s a liar. Cash wants me to make her, force her, take what I want.

I turn my torso and squeeze her nose, holding her nostrils firmly to force her mouth open before ramming my cock down her throat.

“Fuck,” I moan, holding myself back.

In this position, in the wet warmth of her mouth, I could blow in less than five seconds. With her mouth preoccupied and hands indisposed, I grip her thigh and force her legs open. Her cunt is wet, her clit hard and ready for anything I see fit. I pull my arm back and flick the belt directly to her center.

Cash’s scream vibrates through her throat and makes my cock twitch in her mouth.

“That was one, slut. You’ve got ten more to go.”

Her hips lift on the bed, and I snap the belt on her clit, counting with every single strike. Her pussy is red and swollen, where all the blood has risen to the center. She’ll be sensitive, and that excites me.

As soon as I administer the last strike, I bend and take her clit in my mouth. My fingertip breaches her entrance, twirling and spinning her into oblivion before she crashes in waves around my hand. Wetness gushes and soaks my bed. Her cries are a symphony that would put Beethoven’s Ninth to shame. I pull out of her and release her hands from the cuffs.

“You didn’t come,” she huffs.

“I know.”

“Why? I want you to come.”

I pull her toward me and wrap her in my arms. “Oh, I’ll come, Sparrow. But I need to take care of you first. That was a little intense.”

Cash nods and cuddles into me.

“Was that too much,” I ask, worried I went too far.

Not all the strikes with the belt were hard, but some were. I’m a little ashamed that the louder and more anguished her screams, the more turned-on I become. Cash liking pain is a discovery I relish, but I need her to know she’s safe. My deviant actions are for her because it’s not attractive to me if she’s not into it. But the fact that Cash is a little freak is something I like very much.

“It hurt,” she whispers against my chest, “but I liked it. I know if I used my safe word, you would’ve stopped.”

I sure as fuck would’ve. Guys who push past their partner’s comfort zone are straight-up monsters. I’ll push my luck, but Sparrow is the one in control. She’s the conductor, and I’m her orchestra, performing only for her.

My lips brush her forehead. “Good, but use that safe word if it’s too much. Maybe next time, we’ll go through the light system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go. I think I hit you harder than I should have a few times.”

She nods against me.

“I’m gonna draw you a bath and make you something to eat.”

***

I feed, bathe, and bang her again in the shower. Now we lie naked in bed and holding her in my arms feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“So…” I whisper, sucking at her neck as her heartbeat returns to normal beneath my lips. “I take it you like it filthy?”

“Gunner…” She’s still breathless, and knowing I have this effect on her does things to me. Real things scare me a little. I’m not used to healthy relationships involving feelings, but with Cash, I feel like I can build something that’s just mine. Something better than what we’ve both known.

“Cat got your tongue?” I tease as I crush her to my side.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she gazes up at me, all soft and sweet and thoroughly fucked. “I’m at a loss for words, Gunner Shaw.”

“Good.” I yank her hips closer to mine. “Step one of my plan to make you addicted to my dick is complete.”

She shakes her head as her laughter echoes off my bedroom walls. “This sounds like a ride and a half you’ve got planned…”

“Buckle up, baby.” I spank her bare ass cheek. “This ride’s about to get wild.” I kiss her deeply then, already obsessed with the taste of this woman on my tongue.

Her hands trail over my cheeks, eyes hovering on mine as our breaths mingle. “You don’t realize what you’re in for with this. I’m so fucked up.”

“You’re not fucked up, Cash.”

“It’s not normal to have these urges.”

“Rape fantasies? Being degraded? Hate to tell you, Sparrow, but those things are popular with women. It’s just that most are too scared to ask for it or don’t have anyone they trust enough to fulfill them.”

“It’s not just those two. There’s another one.”

“Oh?” I raise my eyebrow and coax a smile from her lips.

“Do you know what free use is?”

Fuck, yes, I know what it is, and so does my dick. It rises to full mast as if nestled in her pretty pink cunt. “Um, yeah.”

“I want that. I want you to fuck me any way you want, where you want, and I want absolutely no choice...”

I smirk. “To be my fuck toy.”

She nods. “Yes. I want to be treated like your fuck toy.”

I smack her round ass cheek again, enjoying how it bounces and makes my dick throb like it has its own heartbeat. Everything about this woman seems hard-wired to my dick. I’m not complaining, but it makes conversations like this more difficult. I can treat her like a fuck toy, bang her brains out, and have her coming back for more. But I don’t want that to be the reason she wants me. Which is why I’d need to take it out of the bedroom if I have any hope of getting this woman addicted not only to my dick but to me.

I nudge her legs apart and push my dick into her as I place kisses on her face. Her pussy hugs my cock, and I groan, fighting back the need to thrust. This isn’t about me fucking her body right now. It’s about using what she loves about my body to win her damn heart.

“I want to sleep like this, with me inside you.”

She smiles, dragging her leg over my waist to pull me closer, and drifts off.