Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Chelsea

I woke up feeling warm, but tired.

On the upside, I could move now. Sort of. Storm lay beside me, one arm draped over my stomach. He'd helped me take a quick bath before dressing me in a pair of his track pants and a Smashers T-shirt. Both were too big for me, but comfortable enough.

He started to stir. “Morning.” He was dressed in a pair of grey track pants which did nothing to hide his morning arousal.

“Hi.” I pushed myself until I was sitting up and swiped stray hair off my cheek. I grabbed my phone from where he'd put it on the table beside the bed and looked at the time. I didn't start work for a couple of hours, thank fuck. Oversleeping and being late would not be a good look.

“I should get going.” I yawned and stretched, enjoying having my full range of motion again.

“Not yet.” Storm rolled over, pushed me back down and straddled my legs. He grabbed my wrists and held them up above my head. “We have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“Do we?” I asked sweetly. “I thought we sorted out everything last night.” As if I didn't know exactly what he had in mind.

“We came to an understanding,” he agreed. “But my cock remains unsatisfied. I promised him we'd fuck you last night and that didn't happen.”

“Because you decided to bring me back here.” I met his gaze. “You were a gentleman, instead of taking me in the back of Frost's car like you could have.”

He pressed his growing erection into the side of my leg. “I was tempted. Your pussy was right there, begging to be fucked.” He rocked his cock against me. “I could have pushed down my jeans, climbed on top of you and slammed right on into you.”

“Why didn't you?” I asked. “I couldn't have done anything to stop you.”

He held my wrists with one hand while sliding the other up the front of my T-shirt and over my hardened nipples. “I should have. You belong to me. I could have shown you then and there.” He pinched one of my nipples hard.

“Yes, you could have.” The pain from the pinch shot through me, making my clit throb. “You could have done whatever you wanted and I would have just laid there and taken everything you gave me.”

He pinched my other nipple. “Next time, I will.”

He wouldn't have done it last night, knowing there was no way I could consent to him touching me. But this conversation? He was taking this as my consent if the situation ever arose again. Unless I told him otherwise, he'd fuck me while I was drugged and helpless.

He pushed up the front of my T-shirt and scooted down to lick and suck first one nipple, then the other. “These are mine. Both of them. They belong to me.”

He moved slowly down my body until he reached the waistband of my track pants. He let go of my wrists and dragged the pants down to my ankles and off over my feet.

I pulled off the T-shirt and let it join the track pants on the floor beside the bed. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

His gaze wandered up and down my body, eyes dark with hunger. “Yes, I'm going to fuck you.” He rolled over and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer in the table beside him. He took my wrists again and cuffed me to the head of his bed.

“Much better.”

He pried my legs apart with his hands, opening me out to him. He slid his thick fingers slowly up and down my thighs before tracing circles over my clit with the pad of his thumb.

“This belongs to me too. I own this pussy.”

“You think so?” I asked teasingly.

He raised an eyebrow at me before leaning over to pull something else out of the drawer. A long strip of fabric. He pressed it between my lips and tied the ends around behind my head. “Now you can't talk back.”

I gave a short laugh around the gag and let my eyes smile at him.

“If that's how you want to play it.” He grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach. He brought his hand down to slap my ass hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. The sting of pain made me wetter than hell.

He slapped me again, harder this time, before switching to the other cheek.

“They look perfect with my handprint on them,” he said. He pinched my ass a couple of times, hard enough to leave bruises. “I want you to think about me every time you sit down. I want you to remember the way you talked back to me. A few bruises and you might learn to behave yourself.”

He pushed my legs open and ran the side of his knuckles up and down my pussy, grazing my clit. “This piercing makes you more sensitive, doesn't it?”

I made a sound of agreement through the gag. Every time he touched my clit, the piercing bobbed against it, arousing me more and more.

“Are you going to be good and come for me, or do I have to smack you again?”

How did I answer that question? Either way, I was winning. With his fingers rubbing me, more determined now, I couldn't keep myself from coming. The world exploded around me, into a thousand twinkling lights. I arched my back and cried out through the gag. All I knew for at least a minute, was pure, lasting bliss. A place I didn't want to come back from.

I barely started to come down when he straddled my legs and positioned his cock outside my entrance.

“I've been waiting too long for this,” he whispered. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, he pushed himself into me from behind. He took his time, savouring every moment and giving my muscles time to get used to his girth. He was bigger than Frost. Big enough that I wasn't sure I'd be able to take all of him, until he was seated inside to his balls.

“Fucking hell, you feel good,” he groaned. “Just like I knew you would. How many men have seen this pussy? Hundreds? Thousands? But I'm the one who gets to fuck you right now. I'm the one who gets to claim you and your body. I'm the one who gets to own you.”

He was still for a couple of minutes before starting to thrust slowly, taking his time. He slid all the way out me, and all the way back in, over and over as if he had all day to fuck me thoroughly. Big hands gripping my hips, he drove in over and over.

When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and pushed back into me. This time, when he slammed into me, he touched me all the way through, hard, painful, perfect.

His thrusts were firmer now, relentlessly pounding, giving me everything he had. Making me take all of him. Holding nothing back.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I looked up, locking my eyes on him. Watching the big fullback as he fucked me. His whole body was muscular, chiselled, glorious. Every thrust made me aroused again, pushing me quickly towards the edge of the cliff.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I want you to watch me come inside you. You're going to take everything I give you and you're going to be grateful for it. Understood?”

He grabbed the side of the gag and tugged it down, out of my mouth. “Understood?”

“I understand,” I said. “Give me everything. Come inside me.”

I thought he might put the gag back in place, but instead he thrust harder until he went still, his orgasm making him groan and grind into me.

At the same time, I came again, muscles tightening around his throbbing cock. I forced myself to keep my eyes locked on him while blood raced around my body, drowning me in a wave of pleasure.

“Storm!” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“That's it, come for me,” he said, his voice tight with tension before it started to ebb away. “Take my cum.”

The second orgasm was more intense than the first, lasting longer and taking my breath for several seconds.

Finally, reluctantly, I came back down to earth.

He slid out of me, lowered my legs from his shoulders, but kept my knees apart, his eyes on my pussy. “I can see my cum inside you. So fucking beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth to my entrance and licked me clean of his release. “I wish I could bottle the taste of your pussy. I'd make a fucking fortune.”

He scooted up the bed and pressed his mouth to mine. “Taste yourself.”

I kissed him, and licked his lips, savouring the taste of both of our releases. “Delicious.”

“Later, we'll talk about getting rough,” he said. “Unless you want me to surprise you.”

“Surprise me,” I said after a few moments of careful thought. “I'll be ready.”

I was surprised he wanted to give me the choice. He'd given me every indication he was aware of the need for consent, but he'd push those boundaries as far out as they'd go. I suspected he was like this in all areas of his life. Always testing the borders around him and seeing where they might be stretched, or broken.

He didn't get where he was by sitting back and waiting for the world to give him what he needed. He was many things, but complacent was not one of them.

As far as I could tell, none of the guys on the team were. I had yet to meet a lot of them, but if they were anything like him and Frost, I couldn't wait.

He grinned. “No you won't, but that'll be half the fun. When I'm ready, I'll show you the rest of myself. I'll use you the way I want to, like you deserve to be used. We'll need a safe word.”

“Yes, we will,” I agreed. “Something easy to say, but that can't be mistaken for anything else. Something like…unicorn.”

He grimaced. “Unicorn will remind me of Jay. I don't want to be thinking of him while I'm fucking you.” When I gave him a funny look, he added, “Jay has some weird fetish about unicorns. I don't think he got hugged enough as a kid.” He didn't look like he sympathised very much.

Jayden Lang was one of the players I had yet to meet. From what I could see, there wasn't much love lost between him and Storm.

“Not unicorn then,” I said. “What about thunder?”

“As in thunderstorm?” Storm looked amused. “That sounds like something you should be shouting when I'm buried inside you. What about watermelon? Not too many other words sound like that, and it's probably not going to slip out of your lips when you come. Probably.”

He rested a hand lightly on my stomach, fingers moving up and down the smooth, flat expanse of my skin. The gesture was more intimate than I would have suspected he was capable of. He was a complicated man. Sometimes gentle, sometimes harder than a rock. He could break me into a thousand pieces, but then he could also put me back together.

I smiled and shrugged. “Works for me.” I couldn't wait to see if he'd push me far enough to need a safe word. My limits might be further than he realised. I suspected he'd show me they were further than I realised.

Yes, please.