20. Antonio

“Open,” I demand, with my cock at her lips.

She tips her head back and lets her jaw go slack.

“Such an obedient princesa.” I stroke my thumb against her cheek, letting her experience the tenderness with the animal as I push my cock inside her pretty little mouth.

My throbbing shoulder is little more than a fleeting thought. Her mouth feels so goddamn good, my toes curl.

“Breathe through your nose,” I remind her, because she always forgets to breathe.

When I’m satisfied she heard me, I hold her head between my hands and ruthlessly fuck that velvety mouth.

“Such a good girl,” I coo, struggling to keep control. “Such a soft mouth for my cock. Touch your pussy. Light caresses. I don’t want you to come. I just want you needy. For me.”

She loves the dirty talk. So do I. But choppy sentences are all I can manage right now.

I thrust harder and deeper. She gags, and the tears stain her cheeks, until she remembers to swallow at just the right time. Like I taught her.

I’m a man possessed as I plunge into her throat. Consumed with chasing the demons away. Consumed with the fragility of life. Consumed with a pervasive need to possess every inch of her mind, body, and soul. There isn’t a corner of real estate that I don’t want to own. Even her heart—I might want that most.

When my spine begins to tingle, I pull out and drag her to the bed the way a predator drags his helpless prey to the lair. There’s no escape for her.

She’s still gasping for air, panting, as I hover over her to grab the plug I keep in the nightstand. We don’t use it often during sex, but when we do, her orgasms—and mine—are earth-shattering.

My favorite use for the plug isn’t when we’re together, but when we’re apart. When I’m away, I often have her insert it. I demand it. Not so much for pleasure, but to remind her she’s mine. Every time she clenches her ass, she’s newly reminded that she’s not alone to face the world’s problems. That I’m with her—always. And even when she can’t see me, I’ll always take care of her and keep her safe.

But tonight I promised to fuck her ass. And I will. But I don’t trust myself to prepare her well enough to take me. I’ve managed to keep the demons at arm’s length, but once I taste her, all bets are off.

I press the plug to her lips. “Warm it so that it feels good going in.”

Her eyes flare with unbridled lust, and her mouth opens, like a little bird awaiting sustenance. As much as that sassy mouth arouses me, and it does, I enjoy her like this, too: subdued, wet, submitting to my every whim.

I tongue her nipples, blowing gently on each peak until it furls tighter for me. “You’re such an obedient little whore. Maybe it’s time to give you my cock. Would you like that?”

She nods, her face glowing with passion as she waits, patiently, for my instructions.

But I don’t speak. Instead, I guide her knees to her chest and spread her open. My gaze lingers brazenly on her pussy before it moves to her face.

There’s not a drop of shame there. Not a single drop. My dark, cold heart clenches. It wasn’t that long ago that despite how much she wanted this, she would have been flooded with shame, with feelings that she couldn’t explain pulling her under.

She let me guide her to a better mindset. It was a gift I wanted her to have. But it wasn’t always easy—for either of us.

“Such a pretty cunt,” I murmur, swiping my tongue across her wet, pink flesh a few times before easing the plug from her mouth.

It glistens, and I slide it through her slick folds while she whimpers. The strangled sounds go straight to my aching balls.

“Antonio,” she pleads. “Please.”

“What do you want, Princesa?” I ask, spreading lube on her pleated bud.

She swallows hard. “Your cock.”

I brush my mouth across hers, as I insert the plug.

She groans at the intrusion, and my dick leaks.

“My beautiful princesa, my wife, my whore, my partner,” I growl into her throat. “There’s not a man alive who wouldn’t kill to have you.”

The words get lost as I sink into her pussy, sheathing myself fully inside her walls. Before she can catch her breath, I rear up and pull out, before diving back into the heat, my pubic bone catching her clit with each brutal thrust.

She’s pinned under me, unable to squirm, unable to do anything but take what I give her. Every drop of her pleasure is my prerogative.

“I’m going to fuck your ass in this position, so I can see your face while I own that tight little hole.” Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I nearly lose it. “That little bud is going to open for me, like it opens for the plug. It’s going to welcome me inside, even though it knows I’m the devil.”

I tweak her nipples until she cries out. “Come for me,” I demand. “Come around my cock. Squeeze it until it hurts.”

The orgasm is going to rip through her. For long moments, suspended in time, the pleasure and the pain will be indistinguishable. There won’t be one without the other. Not tonight. She knows it, and it’s holding her back.

I slide my hand between us. She doesn’t need to give it up willingly, but I will have her orgasms—all of them—even if I have to yank them savagely from her.

“Come now, Princesa. Now,” I demand, when I’m seconds away from emptying myself inside her.

My fingers are merciless. Finding the very places that drive her to the abyss. No let up. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere. “Don’t think. Just let go.”

With a scream that echoes in my veins, she gives it up, her body convulsing under me.

I don’t soothe her. I don’t fuck her through the orgasm. I wrench myself away, because I’m not done.

Without a modicum of restraint, I pull out the plug. Her eyes widen and she gasps for air. My savageness startles even me. I freeze for a second, before forcing myself to go slow, to check in with her, to lube my cock well—all while wrestling for elusive composure.

My hand strokes the swollen shaft, calming the fervor, as I summon control and decency.

When I find it, I move my cock to her back hole and breach each ring of muscle carefully. Every muscle in my body tightens as I struggle with the urge to sink balls-deep in a single thrust.

She’s good. Precious. Don’t hurt her.It’s a chorus running through my head. My better angels are near.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and she cries out. It’s fuel on a raging fire. “You shouldn’t let me have your ass when I have so little control.”

“You won’t hurt me.” The words tumble from her, with no hesitation. As if it’s the truth.

But it’s not. I could hurt her. Some part of me wants to hurt her. But her faith. Her trust. She’s given them to me. Her love. All things I’m not worthy of receiving.

“I’ve told you not to take that bet,” I grunt, sliding my hand between us, once more, rubbing my callused thumb in circles on her swollen nub. She’s close to coming again, and I’m hanging on by the barest thread.

She closes her eyes as the waves of pleasure surge and crest.

A good man would let her have the moment to herself. But not me. I want it all.

“Open your eyes. Don’t make me tell you again. I want to watch you come apart with my cock in your ass. I want to feel you shudder. I want to feel your tremors as you clench my cock like a dirty princesa. You’re going to milk my dick, because it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, clinging to me.

And I’m done.

My movements get quick and jerky as she digs her nails into my back, drawing blood.

“What’s your name?” I ask, remembering my earlier promise. I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your name.

“Daniela,” she moans.

I rear up and plunge back inside, pinching her clit while she writhes under me.

“Antonio,” she shrieks. “Antonio.”

I don’t let up. Not until her eyes glaze over, and I sense the drop.

“What’s your name?” I repeat, through gritted teeth.

She doesn’t respond.

Her legs twist around my waist, while her body shudders.

The sweat drips off me. I feel the final jerk of my hips and the primal thunder in my chest as I collapse on top of her, the demons at bay.