Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

Phoenix

W hy wasn't she giving in? Every signal her body gave screamed of needing my touch, yet still she held back.

I'd have to push my pretty little ember a bit further. Get her to need me as fucking insanely bad as I needed her. My patience for waiting for her to be ready was being tried with every stroke of her skin.

The bedroom light glowed yellow in the inky black of night, Laura's shadow passing the occasional dark shape against it. Using my boot, I kicked a few stones aside before bending down to pick up the flattest one I could find. With a grunt, I flung it out over the calm water, watching it skip four times before disappearing into the depths.

All afternoon I'd avoided the cottage, trying to suppress the need raging through me. Laura had ground her wet shorts against my face and nothing had ever made me feel as feral. The faint scent of her, the tiny whimpers peppering me from above, the feel of her soft thighs against my cheeks.

Fuck, I'd have spent the day with my face pressed between her thighs had she only relented from her determination to hate me.

The next stone lay cold in my fingers, so cold where Laura had been so warm. Discomfort roiled under my skin, and it only calmed in contact with her. Like a thousand angry ants crawling beneath my skin, only placated in direct contact with our queen.

They screamed at me to go to her. To hold her. To drag sweet please from her perfect pink lips.

I ignored them until I couldn't stand it any longer.

The crunch of my feet on the rocks brought me closer to her. The warmth of the cottage enveloped me the moment I walked in, and I kicked off my boots before grabbing a loop of rope from the tiny, overly stuffed cupboard beneath the stairs.

Laura moved around the bedroom upstairs, her feet padding against the wooden floor above me.

Closing my eyes, I took a slow breath before ascending the stairs.

Laura sang, her sweet voice drifting down toward me, wrapping me in her spell. I kept moving toward her, drawn by an invisible compulsion, a sheer obsession to give her more pleasure than she could stand. To make her want me despite my deformities.

The door flew open, and Laura's song cut off with a gasp.

There were so many things I wished I could say to her. So many words I wanted to whisper into her ears. I hated myself for my limitations. I'd seen enough movies of women crying out with a man tongue deep in her cunt to crave doing it to her.

The sexual limitations had never truly bothered me. I fucked women and paid them well. They didn't look at me, and we completed a transaction. But with Laura? I wanted to make her thighs quiver as I drove her to lose her mind with pleasure.

And I would.

I'd just have to get creative.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the blanket on either side of her soft thighs. She must have seen something in my expression, as when I took a step forward, she rolled herself back on the bed, eluding my grasp.

Her eyes darted to the rope and she made for the door, shoving me hard.

I wanted to laugh.

Oh my fiery one, there's no escape. If I have to trace you across the island and fuck you in the heather, I will.

I caught her around the waist and tugged her toward the bed, throwing her down on the rumpled sheets.

‘Phoenix, let me go,' she screeched as I straddled her, pushing her arms up over her head. Like a little hellion, she bucked and writhed, almost unseating me. I wrapped the end of the rope around her wrists, strapping them together, before attaching them to the metal railing of the headboard.

She stopped wriggling momentarily, blowing her hair out of her face.

‘So this is it? You've finally had enough and are just going to take what I won't give you?' Laura spat the words at me, but there was an unmistakable glint of excitement between her dark lashes.

Not until you beg.

I spelled out the words slowly against her throat, delight egging me on as she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against my fingers.

‘I'll never beg for you to touch me. I don't want that from you.'

Sliding my fingers around her throat, I tipped her face up roughly and applied pressure as she glared at me.

Her pupils dilated, her lips parting.

She was fooling no one.

My breath heated against my mask.

She's so fucking beautiful.

The soft curves of her chest as she panted between my thighs. Those big doe eyes narrowing at me. The light smattering of freckles across her nose.

Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers and I slid off of her, a laugh bubbling in my throat, trapped there as she tried to kick me.

I grabbed one flailing foot, attaching it to one end of the footboard. She kept struggling until the other foot was similarly detained by my rope, her legs spread wide across the bed.

Fucking delicious.

My rucksack sat neatly between the dresser and the wall, and I fished out a pair of scissors. There were far too many clothes between my girl and I.

Her chest rose as I laid the metallic edge of the scissors against her stomach, snipping through the hem of her shirt.

‘What are you doing?' she whispered when I set my hands either side of the cut and tore the shirt from base to collar, the ripping noise echoing through the bedroom.

The need for there to be nothing between her and I flooded me, and I ripped her shorts off while she bucked against the bed.

‘Phoenix, stop.'

I paused, taking in her panicked eyes. My girl needed to feel. To give in.

Kneeling between her thighs, I pressed my knee against the crotch of her panties, satisfaction gripping me when she moaned.

Already soaked. My dirty fiery thing.

Grasping her hips in my hands, my fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh, I moved her against my knee. Her mouth made a delicious little O shape.

‘I'm not going to ask for it,' she said, despite arching her hips when my hands stopped guiding her against me.

I grazed my fingers over her stomach, her breath hitching. Her face softened as her hips gyrated faster, her panties in disarray.

Picking up the scissors, I cut through the straps and banding of the sports bra she wore, freeing her tits. Fuck, she was beautiful. The pink raised scar on her chest stood out, inciting rage deep inside me. Massimo hurt her. Left his mark on her. I wanted to leave a similar mark right in the middle of his forehead.

I twisted a pert nipple, making her quake against me as she let out a little squeal.

A red flush covered her chest, and she tipped her head back into the pillows, her hands gripping against the ropes restraining them.

I stood .

‘No. No! Oh you fucking asshole!' Laura cried, her cunt grinding against nothing but air.

Watching her rage was nearly as delightful as watching her lost in pleasure. Her cheeks practically glowed red as she thrashed on the bed, unable to even press her thighs together with the way I had her tied.

Reaching into my rucksack, still discarded against the wall, I grabbed a black marker pen and popped off the top.

Pinning Laura down to the bed with one hand on her pelvis, I wrote BEG in large letters across her stomach.

‘No,' she huffed out, her eyes saucer wide at the black marks on her skin.

I hummed to myself, running my fingers along the length of her torso, circling around a nipple. She scowled at me, her brows creasing in the cutest way.

My dick strained against my trousers, every little expression on her face making me harder by the second. What I wanted was to climb on top of her and sink fully into her wet cunt. To have her look up at my face as she fell away from the world in bliss. To feel every single tremor of her pleasure right against my dick.

Holding off physically hurt. But I needed her to want it so badly that she demands I fuck her. To have her know she wants it as badly as I do.

Using the scissors, I snipped off her soaked underwear, holding them up so she could see the evidence of her need.

My dirty girl.

Fuck, I wanted more than ever to be able to talk to her. To taunt her with words all well as my touch.

I had so much I needed to say to her.

Dropping her panties on the bed, I slid my fingers down into the warm, wet welcome between her thighs.

Fucking soaked. All for me . Her mind might not have accepted me yet, but her body had. It craved my touch.

‘Oh god,' she groaned when I hooked my fingers inside her.

I'll be your god, if it means you screaming my name out to the universe .

Taking my wet fingers from her, I wiped them over her lips, her tongue darting out to lap at my fingers. Lust laced her eyes before she blinked and turned her face away.

Tsk tsk. Still trying to fight her needs.

Picking up the pen, I wrote across her perfect tits. MINE.

She struggled to read the text, but when she figured it out, she actually growled, much to my amusement.

‘I'll never belong to you, no matter how long you keep me on this fucking island.'

Pressing my fingers back inside her soon had her changing her tune to a rich tapestry of moans.

My sweet, angry little thing.

Gripping her chin in my other hand, I forced Laura to look at me, each lusty groan bringing another wave of embarrassment into her reddening cheeks.

If I wasn't careful, I'd get carried away. Seeing her crave me was addictive, like a drug I hadn't realised I'd been missing all my life.

Her stomach quivered with each jerk of my hand and when she opened her mouth, I thrust a thumb inside. Like the perfect little sex fiend, she sucked on it instantly, her eyes fluttering closed.

Within seconds, her pussy fluttered around my other digits. It actually pained me to remove my hand. Her eyes flew open and she let out a sob.

Tears escaped down into her hair as she thrashed against the bed.

JUST ASK

I spelled out the words against her cheek, my fingers still wet with her saliva.

‘Fuck you,' she panted.

OKAY

I pulled my trousers down, kicking them off to the side. Laura's eyes fixed on my dick, it was almost purple at the tip, as desperate for my girl as I.

A groan rumbled in my throat as I threaded my fingers around the head, pumping up and down slowly. She followed every movement. Her eyes on me during the salacious act sent a thrill coursing through me. I'd spent enough years with my dick in my hand, but never for an audience.

She licked her lips when a bead of moisture gathered at my tip. Kneeling next to her head, I stroked the length of my cock right next to her pretty face.

Her mouth opened, and I couldn't resist, leaning forward and smearing my precum over them. Shock crossed her features for a moment, but then her tongue darted out and licked me from her lips.

Yes, my little cock whore. Atta girl.

My balls tightened, my desire for her making me like a fucking virgin again. Sinking into her mouth would be divine. Empty my balls deep in her throat would be a dream.

But I needed her to give in.

Moving down the bed, I knelt between her spread legs, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under her hips to raise them.

Fuck, she was perfect. Laid out for me like my own personal fun fair.

Her clit was swollen; pink, glistening. More than anything, I wanted to taste her. To bury my face there and make her come against my tongue.

Not possible.

Using the tip of my cock, I grazed it against her clit, rapt at the way it made her eyes roll back.

Using my fist, I gripped my cock, running it up the length of her pretty cunt. Her entire body shuddered as it slipped over the entrance.

ASK

I drew the word against her thigh, her eyes dilating at another graze of my cock against her clit.

She shook her head, lifting her hips to try and push my cock into her eager little pussy.

Such a brat. Fuck, when she gave in it was going to be glorious.

I let go of my dick, pressing myself over her, the length of me pressed right between her lips. Arching my back, I slid along her, nudging over her clit then back to her wet heat.

‘Holy shit,' she moaned, pulling hard on her bonds as she tried again to slide me into her.

Temptation burned at me. Ate away at my willpower like a hungry fucking beast.

I wanted her so fucking much.

Each time I thrust, my body berated me at the denial of sinking into her.

My breath caught as I ground against her, both of us struggling to battle our own desires to give in. My desire to throw away the need for her admitting she wants me, and her desire to stay steadfast in her denial.

I buried my face against her neck, breathing her in. Her pulse thundered against my cheek, her hips thrusting up to meet my dick with full-bodied desperation.

All I needed was a please . A do it . Something. Anything.

I was going to lose it.

I knelt up, and fucked my fist, making her watch me.

Give in.

Give in.

Fucking give in Laura .

It was too much. Her wet cunt splayed open where I'd thrust between her lips. Her tits rising as she panted against the bed. The rock solid nipples crying out for teeth marks.

Tension gripped me between the legs as I slapped a hand down just above her cunt. My vision blurred and my balls emptied, sending great white ropes of cum splashing against her splayed pussy. Laura watched me lose control, anger filling her eyes as I slowly pumped at my cock, determined not to waste a single drop.

‘No,' she whimpered, ‘You weren't supposed to come yet.'

I dragged my fingers through the mess, stroking over her clit as she trembled.

Gathering up my cum, I thrust my fingers into her, pushing it deep inside her. It felt dirty. Delicious. Like marking my territory. All mine.

‘You can't do that,' she whispered. ‘You didn't even fuck me.'

Her body quaked with every thrust of my fingers.

SAY PLEASE

She turned her face away from me, and I laid a sharp slap against her sticky cunt, making her gasp.

My feisty, bratty, slut.

LAST CHANCE

She lay there still on the bed, the fight gone from her. With a sigh, I untied her.

Laura sat up and slapped her hand hard across my masked cheek. Pain blossomed. I'd have taken a million slaps if it meant her skin willingly on mine.

She stood from the bed without another glance at me and stormed from the room. The bathroom lock clicked downstairs and the pitter-patter of the shower drifted up toward me.

She'd been a hairsbreadth from giving in. If I could have contained myself, she could have been in my arms rather than furious.

The bed squeaked as I threw myself back on it, my head thrumming. Tiredness flooded my veins in my post nut state.