5. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Ian

She's daring me.

So much for the scared little bird I thought she'd be. Instead, she's a lioness, isn't she? Ready for an attack, ready to be attacked. Mae holds all the power and when she's ready, she pounces.

It's a quality the darkness in me craves.

Yes, that's it. It's her I've been craving.

She's going to satiate me.

"You have no idea what you're offering to me." I stand between her legs while she slides her fingers between her slick lips, teasing her clit.

Mae is so wet; the light reflects off her sweet cunt.

"Would you rather take it?" she whispers, her lips pouting a violent red.

I crawl on top of her, gathering her arms and pinning them above her head. She gasps, tugging them, wiggling that hot fucking body under mine and all it does is make me hungrier. "What if I did? What would you do? Would you fight me, Mae? Would you beg me to stop? Would you cry? What would you do?" My fingers dig into her thighs as I force her legs apart. My cock heeds at her entrance, the weeping, untouched cherry just dying for me to steal it.

Steal.

Because she was always meant to be mine.

"I wouldn't cry a tear for you," she bites through tight teeth, lifting her head until her nose is touching mine.

I chuckle, wrapping my hand around her delicate little throat to pin her down. "I bet you'd cry rivers for me, Mae. I bet—" I press against her windpipe harder, and her mouth opens to inhale air. "—I bet, rain would pour from your gorgeous eyes and this pussy would mourn me in return."

"You're so full of yourself." She spits.

Literally.

Her spit drips down the side of my mouth and whatever game we are playing, whatever hate she's giving, I'm lapping it up like a man in need of water.

Because as much as she can't stand to admit it— she doesn't hate me.

I flick my tongue out and gather the sweetness she's gifted me, my eyes rolling back as her flavor soaks into my tongue.

"You're sick." She pushes her hands against my chest and the movement causes my cock to inch inside her.

She falls silent, staring down where I'm disappearing between the price she must pay and the debt collected.

I bite her lip, sucking it into my mouth harshly until I let it go with a hard pop. "You have no idea just how sick I am." Not wanting to waste another second, I ram inside her, ripping away the barrier in one quick thrust, owning the part of her no man has touched.

She cries out in pain, in agony, and I watch as tears brim her eyes, and her nails dig into my shoulders to break skin.

"I told you you'd cry for me." I pull out, leaving nothing but the tip in, and slide forward, moaning at how good she feels.

"I hate you," she moans, holding onto me tighter.

"No you don't." She's warm, squeezing me so tight I forget to breathe. "You hate yourself for loving this, for wanting me. You hate you needed to be saved." I pull out of her and flip her over, smacking her ass just to watch it shake. She tries to get up, but I pin her against the bed by placing my hand between her shoulder blades and sink into her, only this time, there's nothing in my way.

"And you love the fact that your savior is me." I pound into her cunt, clutching her ass for leverage and I get the gift of watching my cock vanish inside, over and over again. There's a bit of blood tinting my skin and something about that revelation has me curling over her, pushing her head into the bed while I hold onto the back of her neck.

The headboard pounds against the wall, a savage beat only a good fuck can create, and I growl low into her ear, the whines and pants falling from her lips are songs a dying man would love to hear.

"Tell me this cunt is mine. Tell me you're mine."

"Why?" She presses her ass against me, seeking more. "Fuck," she curses. "You're so big."

"And you're taking me so well. You're so good. What a good girl you are, Mae. You saved this pretty pussy for me, didn't you? You knew you'd have to give it to me, didn't you."

She says nothing, keeping her lips closed and her eyes locked onto mine, the passion, the connection casting from her eyes. The longer we say nothing, the more we feel everything.

"Tell me," I growl, only this time, I sound desperate, my voice strained, needing her confirmation that she's giving herself to me.

But not because of a debt, but because she wants to be mine.

She could have fought me harder, she could have begged for her life, she could have run. That has to mean something.

"Mae." Her name is thunder rolling in my chest as I move faster. She's the best fucking woman I've ever felt.

And from this moment on, the only woman I'll ever continue to feel.

"I'm yours, Ian. I've been yours. I've been waiting for you to find me," she admits, her hand cupping my cheek and my hips stutter.

It's been so long since I've been touched with care, that I've almost forgotten what it was like. I let my guard fall and with my hand wrapped around her neck, I slide out, leaving her empty and needy.

"Ian!" she protests, her hand reaching behind her to grip my cock, to guide it back into the place it belongs.

I'm changing our positions, but I also need a minute to calm down. I want to come. I want to fill her up. I want to breed her. I want Mae dripping of me, but not yet, not this soon.

She needs to come first.

First and always.

I spin her around, her palm-sized tits bouncing, and I bend down, sucking a nipple into my mouth. I can't fucking wait until they are full of milk for our children. Images of her peaked beads leaking as she rides me, causing a fucking mess only for me to clean up, makes me come unhinged.

I lift her legs and wrap them around my hips. We moan in unison when I fill her again. "Fuck, Mae. Fuck, you make me crazy. All fucking mine. No one has ever felt so good." With one hand on her thigh, I move the other to the top of the headboard, gripping it for support, needing to sink every part of me inside her.

The further I get, the higher the chance of my come soaking into her womb.

I'll bind her to me.

"Ian! More. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. You're so thick. Oh, God." She tilts her head back, lips parted, and her arms stretch out on either side of her.

"One day, I'm going to tie you to these hooks and have my fucking way with you. All day, I'll make you take me, have my come dripping from you until your thighs shake and you beg me to stop. And even then, I won't. You'll be my whore, my good little slut who will take her husband's cock."

"We aren't married."

A grim chuckle has me pausing my thrusts. "We will be tomorrow. Make no mistake, Mae. When I say you're mine, I fucking mean it. There is no way out of this. You can't escape me." I dip my hand between her legs and pinch her clit, a high-pitched sound leaving her, as if I'm playing a string on a harp, plucking a delicious song from her depths.

"Ian. Don't stop. Oh, fuck… I… I'm close."

"Come on my cock. Squeeze me. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me what I do to you." I moan when her pussy flutters around me. My sack slaps against her with every hard, unforgiving, and abusive stroke.

I say abusive because I'm so fucking angry at her.

I'm angry at her for existing for so long and I had no idea. All this time she could have been mine. All this time, I could have been fucking the woman made for me.

But no more time will be wasted.

I gather her in my arms, kneel on the bed, and lean back. She's on my lap now, rocking against me, our tongues dueling, our breaths mixing, and time stands still.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Mae. Look at you riding my cock, taking me, moaning for me. You're my little slut, aren't you? You'll always be hungry for me. You want my come so bad, don't you?"

She pouts her lips and whimpers, nodding as her hips roll.

"Say it," I sneer, slapping her ass so hard she yelps.

"Yes! I want it. I want it so bad, Ian. Please."

"Are you on birth control?"

She shakes her head. "No. I never needed to be."

"And you never will."

"Ian…" her eyes widen when I roll her over and lift her legs onto my shoulders, our skins slapping in an unsteady beat the closer we get to coming.

"You're going to take every fucking drop I give you, Mae. You're going to drink me in."

"Ian, I don't know—"

I silence her mouth with my hand and growl. "You'll fucking take it, Mae. Don't act like you don't want to."

She bites down on my palm, screaming so loud not even my hand can silence her. Her orgasm quakes her entire body, come streams from her cunt, and soaks my cock. Her thighs tremble in overstimulation as I continue to fuck her as hard and deep as I can.

I grunt and groan, biting her leg as the first shot of come leaves me. "Fuck!" I shout to the ceiling, unable to contain the best orgasm in my life. "Fuck yes, Mae. Take it. Take me." With every spasm, I push myself deeper, my thighs pressing against hers, my sack against her ass, her wet cunt against the base of my cock, and it still isn't deep enough.

I want more.

I'm not sure how long I come for, seven, eight, nine streams later, I'm still rocking into her, pushing my come further inside her.

I collapse on top of her, snatching her face by her jaw and lightly kiss her, easing my lips against hers. The tips of our tongues touch and I can taste her sweat, the ecstasy on her breath, the exhaustion of being sated.

She tries to move, but I stop her, wanting to keep myself locked inside her sweetness until I know nothing will go to waste.

"Not yet, Mae."

She looks between us and blushes, staring at the base of my cock as the other nine inches stay buried.

"This is only the beginning, Mae. The world you knew is a world that is dead. This is your life now. You need to understand something…"

She blinks her orgasmic-crazed eyes at me, listening like the good girl she is.

"I'm in your debt now." I place her hand on my heart. "Do you understand?"

She smiles, leaning on her elbows to give me a kiss. "An item no one has ever dared to buy before."

"I wouldn't let them."

She brushes her knuckles down my cheek and I relish in the gentleness, the one woman who can send me to my knees.

"Priceless," she whispers over my lips before kissing me again.

Nothing can buy this.

All the money in the world and I'd give it up if it meant feeling her touch one last time.

I'm taken.