CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

RAYLEE

IDON’T EVEN try to think about how I got myself in this position twice in less than twelve hours. Or the fact that I should want to knock his head off, not let him fuck me.

Colt knows what my body wants, and I refuse to withhold pleasure from myself. If this is the only time we’re not killing one another, then so be it.

He pulls his lips away from mine, and I suck in a breath. My eyes burn, I’ve got wine up my nose, in my hair, and my dress is soaked. I’ve taken a wine bath.

My body is physically shaking, and my pussy is throbbing. “Colt.”

“I know.” He pulls his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side. I reach up and run my nails down his bare chest. The defined muscles tense at the pain it causes, and he hisses in a breath. I smile, satisfied at the red marks I just left. Then he rips his belt free from his jeans and orders, “Lie on the bed.”

I quickly remove my dress, underwear, and bra, and then scoot onto the side of the bed, lying across it. Bringing my heels up on the edge, I spread my legs for him. He slaps my inner thigh, making me cry out, and I slam my shaking legs shut.

He grips my hands and brings them around my legs, securing my wrists with his belt, keeping them restrained behind my knees. My arms are pulled tight, and I rock back and forth to try to loosen the tension, but it’s no use.

Then I feel him step away. I lift my head off the bed to try to see what he’s up to, but my legs restrict my vision. “Colt.” I start to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here like this, would he? Of course, he would; he’s done worse. My head falls back onto the bed, my neck getting sore from holding itself up. “Colt?” I shout when I don’t get a response, then jump when I feel something cool pour over my pussy, and I know it’s from the wine bottle. Fuck, the UTI this is going to give me be damned.

His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed. My ass hangs off it so far that I feel like I’m going to fall to the floor.

“Try to be quiet, princess.” He gently kisses my pussy, and I pull against his belt that has me tied in a knot. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. And then I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”

I lick my lips just thinking about it.

His fingers dig into either side of my pussy, and he spreads my lips as wide as they will go. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the pain. Then I feel his warm tongue push inside me, and I close my eyes, a mumbled moan escaping my lips.

Letting go, he squeezes an arm between my restrained arms and legs and pulls me closer to his face. Half of my back now hangs off the side of the bed, and I can feel it slipping. Or maybe that’s the alcohol. I almost finished that entire bottle of wine myself at lunch.

He licks up my pussy before sucking on my throbbing clit, and I start shaking. My eyes roll back into my head. It takes a lot to get me off, and Colt knows this. He’s the only guy I’ve consistently fucked who can make me orgasm. He knows my body better than I do, and I hate that about him.

“Fuck, princess,” he growls before shoving two fingers into me this time, and I can’t help but let the cry out.

I feel like I’m falling, then realize that I have. My back is on the floor, the breath knocked out of me, and he’s kneeling, shoving my legs away, forcing me to lie on my side since my wrists are restrained underneath them. He widens his legs and takes his dick into his hand before shoving it into me without any warning.

His free hand comes up, grabbing a handful of my hair, and I whimper when he pulls it back. It’s hard to breathe at this angle. My arms are being yanked forward because my wrists are restrained under my knees, which happen to be in my chest, and I’m on my side. Almost like I was that night with the guys on the kitchen table.

He shoves two fingers into my mouth, gagging me while he fucks my wine-covered pussy on the floor of my bedroom at our parents’ house.

He pulls his fingers out and drool drips down my face as he drops his hand to my breasts, and he pinches my nipple. I try to fight him, to pull away, but I can’t. He’s got me locked in place. “Colt—”

He shoves his fingers back into my mouth, his free hand still holding my head back by my hair. My eyes are watering, and I can hear his grunts while his cock slams into my pussy.

“Does my dirty slut want a dick in her mouth while I fuck her tight cunt?” he growls.

His fingers run up and down my tongue, making drool drip out the corner of my mouth and onto the floor where I lie.

“Would you like that, princess?” he asks, pulling his cock free from my pussy and then slowly pushing it back in. Teasingly, inch by inch, knowing I want it rough. “Your pussy is telling me you would. It’s getting wetter just thinking about it.”

I whimper, trying to suck in a breath through my nose.

“Open wide,” he orders, and adds a third finger into my mouth, forcing it to stretch farther than I thought possible, and tears fall from my eyes down the side of my face. “You looked so pretty that night you had three cocks using you.”

I moan, followed by the sound of me trying to slurp up the drool on his fingers when he pulls them out. I manage to suck in one deep breath before he slaps his hand over my mouth and begins to pound into me.

“But that’ll never happen again,” he tells me, gripping my cheeks and pulling the side of my face up off the carpet, forcing me to look up at him. “No other cock will ever fuck you again but mine. Do you understand?” To further his point, he pulls back and pushes into me painfully slow this time.

My heart pounds harder at his words. This is a whole new level that we’ve never played before. Colt doesn’t lie, but he is a very good manipulator. He knows how to get me in vulnerable situations that require his help to get me out of.

Removing his hand from my mouth, I manage to suck in a breath while shaking my head.

Again, he moves his hips slowly, making me want to claw his eyes out. He has more patience than anyone I know. “Yes. You belong to me and only me now.”

“No—”

“Open your mouth and leave it open.” He shoves his hips forward at his command this time and pauses, forcing a whimper out of me. I do as he says, knowing he won’t move again until I obey.

Leaning down, he lets spit drip from his lips into my mouth. I stick my tongue out for him, showing him what I know he wants to see, and he runs his knuckles down my wet cheek. “Beautiful.”

My pussy tightens on his hard cock that still rests inside me. Gripping my chin, he drops his lips to mine and kisses me while his hips start to move again.

I close my heavy eyes in what I can only know as relief. I need to come. My body craves it. Demands it. And Colt knows that. No matter how big of an ass he can be, he knows how to please me.

I can’t tell if I’ve lost my vision or if my eyes are still closed, but all I see is blackness as a rush of heat comes over me. My entire body tightens, my hands fist, and what feels like a burst of energy leaves me sagging on the floor.

He removes his lips from mine and leaves me gasping for air. My body is shaking, sweat covers every inch of my skin, and my eyes are too heavy to open.

“I’m not done.” I hear him say, but it’s as if I’m in a tunnel. The sound echoes in my head, and I whimper.

His hand tightens in my hair, and he yanks me to my other side, flopping me over like a fish, and holds my head in place against the floor. “Open wide, princess.”

I lick my lips and do as I’m told. He pushes his cock into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. He shoves it down the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

“I’m a little disappointed. I know you can handle more.”

Colton Knox has a very big dick. It’s the largest I’ve ever had. I have a love-hate relationship with it as much as I do him. My jaw already hurts from his hand, and now it’s full of his dick. Saliva pools in my mouth and runs out the side as he fucks my mouth like he did my pussy.

The sound of me slurping on his dick fills the room, but I don’t even care enough to be embarrassed. At this point, there’s nothing that he hasn’t already done to me since our first time together.

“That’s it.” He yanks on my head; the side of my face is going to have a rug burn by the time he’s done with me. “Open that smart mouth up for me.”

I stick my tongue out, and he slides down the back of my throat. His balls hit the side of my face with the angle he has me in. I keep my eyes closed and try to suck in a breath any chance he gives me.

Then he pulls out, and I’m gasping for air as tears spill down my cheeks.

“Let’s try something different.” He sits me up by my hair, and I hiss in a breath. He moves me to where my back is up against the side of the bed.

He crouches down, eye level with me. My lips are parted, drool running down my chin, and my body is still shaking.

“So beautiful.” He reaches up and pushes wet strands of hair from my face, and I whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess.”

“Co … lt.” I can barely get his name out. My body is wound so tight I feel like I need another release.

“Beg for my cock, princess,” he softly orders, his knuckles running down my wet cheek and over my jawline. “Beg for me to fuck this pretty face, and I’ll give you what you want.”

My shoulders shake. I know, after last night, we’ve crossed a line that we can’t undo. It was never like this. Not this far. We fucked but kept our distance. I changed the dynamic of our relationship—whatever you want to call it—and now, he’s making me his. I went too far when I burned his car. Now he has to make a point. To me. To everyone who saw it. His previous words about only ever fucking his cock prove it.

He’s claiming me. And a part of me is going to beg for it.

I swallow and lock eyes with him. “Please, Colt—”

He slaps me across the face, not too hard, but it catches me off guard, and my already soaked pussy tightens.

“Try again,” he commands.

“Please?” I cry, finding myself leaning forward when he pulls away. “Please fuck my mouth, Colt. I—”

He raises his hand, and I stop begging, the motion making me flinch. I hear his laughter follow, and my face heats with embarrassment. “It’s okay.” He stands with his hard cock right in front of my face. He grips the base of it and slaps my cheek gently with it. “Only bad little sluts get slapped. Are you a bad slut, princess?” he asks.

“No.” I manage to whimper out.

The thought of what Nate called me enters my mind, and I push it away. I am a whore. Just like he said. But Colt is offering me an out. Either I can fuck ten guys and possibly never be satisfied or I can fuck just one and get everything I need.

“No, what?” he demands.

I look up at him through watery lashes. “I’m your good little slut. Fuck me, please. I want to taste you.”

He smiles down at me, nothing but triumph on his face. This is what he wants. Me, on my knees, begging for him. If it gives me what I want, then so be it.

I open my lips, expecting him to slide it in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs it along my lips. I feel his precum, and my tongue darts out to taste it.

He moans. “Such a greedy little slut, princess.” His hand goes to my hair, and he grips hold of it, forcing me to look up at him. He’s wearing thin on patience.

Good.

He widens his stance, a leg on either side of me, and leans forward, his hand pushing the back of my head into the side of the mattress. I’m going to have nowhere to go. He’s going to hold me captive while he fucks my face, and my mind is screaming fuck yes.

I’ve always preferred to suck dick rather than a man go down on me. A man with a head between your legs makes you vulnerable. But his dick in your mouth? That gives you control. Even if he thinks you have none. I assure you, that’s not the case.

I love pleasing a man. And nothing is more satisfying than watching the guy you hate turn to a puddle in front of you because of what you’re doing to him.

“Fuck me,” I say, opening my mouth wide.

He groans, pushing his cock inside. Both of his hands are in my hair, and he’s standing in front of me, pinning my head to the side of the bed. He’s got me locked in place. All I can do is open my mouth and let him have his way with it.

He starts off with slow and deep thrusts. I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me. A look of hatred mixed with pleasure in his green eyes, and I swallow while he’s down my throat, forcing it to tighten around his dick.

“Goddamn.” His hands tighten in my hair, making me cry out from my stinging scalp just as he pulls out. Giving me no time to recover, he shoves it down my throat again.

My entire body aches, and my abs are sore. He picks up his pace, his thrusting becoming more and more forceful while his drool-and-cum-covered balls slap my chin.

I try to fight him, gasping for a breath, but I’m unsuccessful. My hands are still tied behind my bent knees shoved into my chest. I feel dizzy, light-headed. Spots dot my vision, and just when I think I’m about to pass out, he pulls out of my mouth. A trail of drool falls from my mouth to my chest and knees, and I close my eyes, knowing what’s coming.

His warm cum hits my face, and I try to pull away, but he still holds my head in place by my hair.

COLTON

I TAKE Asecond to catch my breath, standing in front of her while she sits on the floor doing the same. Her eyes are tightly shut, and my cum covers her face. Some drips down her chin onto her knees shoved into her chest.

Taking a step back, I bend down, pick up her shaking body, and place her gently on the bed. Rolling her onto her stomach, I lift her hips until her ass and pussy are up in the air. “I promised to give you what you want.” I run my fingers over her wet cunt and up to her puckered ass, smearing her cum. “Good sluts get rewarded.”

She wiggles back and forth for me, a silent beg not to make her wait. I wish I had all day, but we don’t. Eventually, our parents’ phone call will end, and they’ll wonder where we went.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick up the empty wine bottle. I place the neck against her pussy and spin it around, letting it wet the glass.

She gasps and pulls away. I slap her ass, forcing her to cry out. “You’ll come however I allow it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whines. Her ass lifts higher while she tries to adjust her wrists tied between her legs.

“Then stay still,” I order and place the bottle back on her wet lips and repeat the process, getting it ready.

Once I’m satisfied, I spread her lips open wide and press the tip against the opening. She shoves her face into the bed to muffle her moan when it enters her. I hold it there, letting her get used to the feel of the cool glass.

Then I twist it, pulling it out. Her body shakes uncontrollably, and I press it back into her, giving her about an inch this time.

I smile when she pushes herself back onto it a little more.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, running my free hand over the red spot on her ass cheek from her spanking. “Fuck it, princess. Back and forth—ride the bottle as if it’s my cock.”

She’s crying. I can hear her sniffles even though she has her head shoved into the mattress, and I wish I could yank her head up, but I can’t while standing behind her holding the bottle. I don’t want her to hurt herself.

So I let her wallow in her own self-loathing at the fact she’ll do whatever I say in order to get off.

I run my knuckles over her ass cheek, picking up some cum from before, and smear it over her ass, getting enough to push my finger into it.

Her rocking picks up, and I watch her come alive again. It’s like her body is a fire—always burning. But when I touch her, it roars to life, burning bright and all-consuming. And I’ve decided that I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one else gets to fan her flames.

She’s all mine. Even if I have to keep her chained to my bed, satisfied and too exhausted to walk away. I don’t have to love her to want her. No. Love is simple. People fall in and out of it every day. It’s like the wind, changing its direction at any given second.

This is different. This is control. It’s taking what I want and making her love it.

Her cries grow louder, and I watch the bottle go in and out of her pretty cunt, and I can’t keep it still anymore. I start moving it with her back and forth, harder and faster. The glass is soaked, and it’s dripping off her pussy to land on her legs.

I slip a second finger into her ass. “I wish you could see yourself fucking this wine bottle,” I tell her, knowing she likes being treated like the cheap whore that Nate accused her of being. The only difference is he didn’t do it right. I saw the way she flinched at his words. I didn’t stop him because I wanted him to hurt her. It was an opportunity for her to see who he really is and that he’ll never be me.

I can hear her sobbing into the bed. Her body is covered in not only wine but sweat, and I want to lick it off. I swear there’s nothing this woman could do that would make me think twice or turn me off. My hard cock is standing at attention, begging me to replace the bottle with it.

“Hmm, princess? How fucking desperate you look.” I remove my fingers from her ass and spit on it, watching it run down to her pussy.

She’s got the entire neck inside her, and I push it a little farther, forcing the shoulder in.

Her body stiffens in place, and she cries out, coming all over it. “That’s it,” I say, slowly pulling it out and holding it up to my face while she falls onto her side.

I stick my tongue out to lick it but stop myself. This isn’t for me. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a selfish lover.

Lying on my left side, I prop myself up on my forearm, facing her. I push the wet hair from her face. She’s smeared all my cum on the bed along with what was left of her makeup, but it’s still wet from tears. “Look what you did,” I say, holding the bottle in front of her. “You made another mess.”

She manages to calm her cries, looking at me. “Colt, please.” Sniffing, she adds, “I need to stretch my legs.” Her eyes are red and puffy, nose running.

I wish I had recorded that. I’ll make her do it again another time and record it so we can watch it together while she’s tied up sitting beside me. She’ll beg me to touch her, and I won’t until I’m ready.

I run my thumb through the fresh tears running down her face. “Lick this clean, and I’ll untie you.”

She nods once and sticks out her tongue. I hold the bottle in place and make her shift around, smiling while she struggles to get the right angles as her tongue curls around the neck of the bottle, licking it clean.

“That’s it,” I say, pushing hair back from her face, and her eyes find mine while her lips close over the top, and she sucks it into her mouth. I groan, my hard cock reminding me that I could use her mouth again. Or her ass. It’s been a while since I made her beg me to fuck that.

Instead, I pull the bottle from her mouth with a pop, grab her face, and slam my lips to hers. She opens up for me and lets me taste her.

I deepen the kiss, shifting position and forcing her onto her back. Head tilted to the side for me to devour it. Pulling away, I don’t say anything. I just get up, untie her, get dressed, and grab the wine bottle, leaving her lying there.

Making my way downstairs, I enter the formal dining room and see our parents haven’t returned yet. I frown at that. I’m curious as to what the fuck that phone call was about. And I wanted them to catch us. I’m ready for the world to know that Little Miss Raylee Adams belongs to me. Just because I know it’ll piss her off.