Chapter 44

Landon rolled off the bed, and for a terrible minute she thought he was going to leave.

He had every right to take a minute. For her, his touches had both soothed and excited. She wanted hot, messy sex, now that she'd finally released the dark ghosts that had slipped into her soul.

She wasn't naive enough to think that never again would her heart beat fast in remembered fear. But right now, what she wanted was to feel like, and be treated like, the woman she'd been before.

Still, Landon had every right to step back. Process.

Colette sat up. "If you want?—"

Landon grabbed her knees, turning her ninety degrees and hauling her ass to the edge of the bed. Apparently he hadn't been leaving, he'd been repositioning. "What I need," he growled, "is to fuck you until you don't remember your own name."

"You think you can?" Her taunt was laughable, because the words came out breathless and needy.

Landon pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. Then he gripped both her ankles in one hand, propping them on his shoulder. "This isn't a scene. No kink, no power exchange."

He reached down and smacked her exposed ass.

"You say that…while spanking me?"

He smacked her other ass cheek, the sound bouncing off the hard walls. "Vanilla people spank."

"I truly think we don't know what vanilla is…" Her words became a moan as he spanked each ass cheek twice more.

"I know I'm going to fuck you hard, and I expect you to give as good as you get." He jerked her legs apart, hiking her knees up around his hips and forcing her hips up off the mattress.

"You want me to spank you?" she gasped.

"No." He released her legs to unzip his pants, and she squeezed her knees around him to keep herself in place. "But I want to have nail marks down my back when we're done."

Landon pulled his cock out, and Colette whimpered with need. Dicks weren't objectively aesthetically pleasing, but when her pussy was wet, the sight of a hard cock did things to her.

Grabbing her legs once more, he put her ankles on his shoulders, one on either side of his head, and gripped her hips.

He pulled her up, until her calves rested on his shoulders and the only part of her still touching the bed was her head and shoulders. Colette lay her arms flat, grabbing the edge of the mattress for leverage.

"Spread your thighs so I can see."

She did, hooking her feet together behind his head.

The fat tip of his cock slid up and down her slit, notching in place at her entrance. Landon stroked her sides, from her knees, down to her ass, then along the angled line of her torso.

"I should tease and kiss every inch of you."

He'd said this wasn't a scene, so she swallowed her instinctive "Yes, Master."

"You should fuck me," she said instead, pushing against his shoulders with her legs in an effort to work his cock into her.

Landon grabbed her hips, holding her still. "I should make you come on my fingers and tongue until you're pink and swollen." He reached around her thigh and between her legs, spreading her pussy lips.

He was staring down at her pussy, and the raw need on his face made her feel beautiful.

"Desperate for my cock." One finger traced an arch over her clit hood.

"I'm desperate now."

"I could make you more desperate."

"You could," she whimpered. "If you told me to crawl on my hands and knees and beg you to fuck me, I would."

"Fuck, Colette."

"Yes, fuck. Fuck me, Landon."

His hands gripped her waist, the added support allowing her to relax her legs, which she'd been using to hold herself up.

"This is either going to go fast, in which case I'll play with you until my cock is ready for round two, or this is going to take a while, and I'll have to fuck you raw."

Both options sounded delicious.

His fingers flexed against her, and then he pulled her onto his cock. They both moaned once he was all the way in, his balls resting against her ass.

Then Landon pulled all the way out, before slamming his cock into her. She swore she could feel him in her throat he was that deep, and a small, shivery mini-orgasm rippled through her.

"Did you just come?"

Her reply was a low moan.

Landon found his rhythm. Each time he both thrust his hips, driving his steel-hard cock into her, and pulled her onto him, his hips slapping her ass.

He was in complete control. All she could do was cling to the bed and try not to let her legs slip off his shoulders.

Long, hard strokes where his cock pulled almost all the way out became short, fast ones. She was being bounced on his dick, her body arched up as little ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. Her scalp prickled, and under the bandages, her nipples were hard with need.

"I want you to come again before I flip you over."

He phrased it as if she could choose, but the instant his thumb grazed her clit she screamed, the orgasm tearing through her. Her body was his instrument, and he knew how to play it.

"That's it, love. I can feel you clenching on my cock." He held her hips tight, grinding their bodies together with his cock deep inside her as she pulsed and fluttered around him.

Colette went limp as the orgasm faded, her legs sliding down until they were hooked over his elbows, her back bowing.

Landon gently eased her down onto the bed, only to hook his arms under her armpits and pull her to her feet.

She swayed into him, wondering why she was standing.

She didn't have long to wonder.

Landon guided her hand to his still hard, now very slick, cock.

"I want you on the floor on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind."

Phrased not as an order, but a request. But Colette was helpless to do anything but obey, her mind a pleasant warm hum.

She sank to her hands and knees beside the bed.

Landon nudged her legs wider apart before stripping off his pants and kneeling behind her. He stroked her ass in long sweeping circles, then paused.

"I forgot how short you are."

She looked back, watching as he grabbed pillows off the bed.

"I'm not short. You're a giant."

He stacked four pillows—two for each leg, and with his help she shifted so she was kneeling on them. Now her ass was slightly elevated compared to her shoulders.

"That's better." He stroked her clit a few times. "You'll tell me if your vagina gets sore."

"You think you'll be able to fuck me that long," she taunted, post-orgasm making her brave.

Landon growled a little, and then his hand was on her neck, his body bent over hers as he forced her head and shoulders down. She gasped, fingers splayed against a wood floor worn smooth with age.

With her knees elevated by the pillows and head down, her ass felt incredibly exposed.

Landon knee-walked around to her side, bending to look at her. He gently touched one hanging breast. The tip rested on the floor.

"Does this hurt?"

"No."

"It might, if I fuck you hard enough your tits start bouncing. If it does, I want you up on your elbows."

"Yes…" She swallowed the "master."

He arched a brow.

"I don't even feel that submissive," she said archly.

While kneeling on the floor, ass up, head down, waiting to be fucked.

Landon flicked his eyes over her body. "If this is you not submissive, just imagine what I'd do to you if you were."

Colette's toes curled and her sex clenched down on nothing.

"Less imagining, more fucking," she breathed.

He tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hands under your cheek."

He got back into position between her legs as she stacked her hands, resting her cheek on them.

Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread her open, cool air touching hot flesh.

"Good thing we're doing vanilla sex, otherwise I'd be really fucking irritated that I don't have my kit, and therefore don't have a nice fat plug to fill you up while I fuck you."

"That would be?—"

Colette choked on her words as he buried his cock hilt deep in her pussy in one thrust.

Another little rippling orgasm gripped her abdomen and danced up Colette's back.

Landon made a pleased noise, clearly having correctly read her response to that thrust.

"Another one like that?"

"Please."

He gave her what she needed, slamming into her with hard thrusts. She had more leverage in this position, and was able to push back against him, and then, when he held himself still inside her, grind on his cock.

"Enough." His voice rumbled through her. "Hold still so I can fuck you."

The taunt she readied never made it past her lips, because Landon gripped her hips and fucked her.

He was fast and brutal, the sound of it both crude and erotic. He felt like an iron pole inside her, and his balls tapped against her wide-spread pussy and sensitive clit on the deepest thrusts.

Her breasts rubbed against the floor, the movement slight, the sensation muted by the bandages.

The stimulation felt good. Colette teared up with relief—part of her had worried her nipples would no longer be an erogenous zone. Rolf had assured her she'd heal fast, and though she was still sore, now she could look forward to letting Landon suck and lick and twist the tips of her breasts, knowing it would be sexual and pleasurable.

"Up on your elbows."

She wondered if she'd said something about her breasts aloud, and that's why he wanted her to change position. Colette pushed herself up, forearms flat on the floor.

It had nothing to do with her breasts. Landon reached forward, wrapping her hair around his hand. His fingers closed into a fist and her scalp prickled with sweet pain.

Still fucking her, that slap, slap, slap, filling the room, he pulled her up by the hair.

Now she was on her hands and knees, back bowed, head up and back. He controlled her with his cock in her pussy and his hand in her hair.

She panted through arousal-swollen lips, wishing he had his kit so she would not only have a plug in her ass but a cock gag in her mouth. Normally she avoided gags, though she'd never made them a hard limit. With Landon, she wanted that experience of being completely filled and controlled.

Landon's other arm slid under her, and he brought her fully upright, her hands leaving the floor. He used her hair to pull her all the way back, until her head rested on his shoulder, her body still curved in an arch that thrust her breasts out and kept her pelvis tilted at the right angle for his cock.

He licked the side of her neck before gently cupping her throat from the front, his forearm between her breasts. Colette raised one hand, tangling it in his hair.

"Reach down and feel where I'm sliding into you. Don't touch your clit, but feel how wet you are, and how hard I am for you."

Colette stretched and spread her hand over her own wet flesh, middle and ring fingers straddling his hard shaft. He was thrusting slower now, each one shallow due to the change in position. Her pussy was hot, her labia puffy, his cock both soft and hard as it pistoned into her.

"Shhh, I've got you love. I've got you."

She hadn't realized she was making small, almost sad sounds until he whispered in her ear. Soft hair slid through her fingers as she tightened her hold on him.

His hand joined hers between her legs. With a gentle tug he moved her hand up, pressing her fingers against the upper, puffiest part of her labia.

"Spread your pussy open for me. That's it. Good girl." Fingers danced over the sensitive skin around her clit, teasing but not touching. "Can you spread yourself wider?"

Colette tried, but her slick flesh slid from under her fingers.

"Again." Instead of coaxing, now there was a hint of command in his voice.

She wiped her fingers dry on her thigh and then spread herself open for him.

He stroked her clit with a quick flick that made her jump.

"I'm going to rub your clit until I come." He dipped down, gathering up wetness from around his cock and sliding it up to her clit. "You may come… You should come as many times as you want."

Her smile at his self-correction from giving permission to come to suggesting she come, was short lived. His finger made a soft circle around her clit. Then he started moving again, cock rocking in and out in time with his finger movement. His breathing was unsteady and loud in her ear.

Hearing him slowly lose control, feeling it in the uneven pace of his thrusts, was the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced.

"One hand down," he growled.

She wasn't sure what he meant until he bent her forward, her body weight on his forearm until she slapped down the hand that had been in his hair to brace herself, her elbow locked.

He continued to circle her clit as she held her pussy lips spread for him, their arms tucked together against her lower abdomen and hip so they could both reach her pussy.

He surged into her, the head of his cock rubbing her G-spot at the same time that his finger made the perfect tight circle over her clit.

Colette screamed through her teeth as the orgasm gripped her, almost every muscle in her body clenching. This wasn't a wave. It was an unraveling, unmaking who she'd been before he loved her and she loved him, to remake her into who she would be.

She went limp, and started to ease herself down, planning to rest her head and shoulders on the floor, but he hauled her upright against his chest, his hand tight on her throat, tight enough that she felt her pulse pushing against his fingers.

He'd briefly stopped thrusting, instead holding himself still deep inside her as she came, but now he started again. And with the thrusting, he went back to teasing her clit.

Colette tensed, shocks of sensation flooding through her. She tried to shove his hand away, but he bit her earlobe.

"No," he scolded softly. "Keep yourself spread for me."

"Landon, please…"

"Say stop and I will."

Colette opened and closed her mouth, then made a frustrated noise, because she didn't want him to stop. Even as her body trembled in aftershocks.

She felt him smile. "You think I don't know that you're sensitive?" His cock didn't stop its seemingly ceaseless thrusting in and out of her channel that still fluttered with residual pressure. "I know. And I'll be gentle."

Colette was still gripping his wrist in her attempt to stop him from playing with her clit. His hand covered her pussy, two fingers tucked between her labia.

Slowly, she released him, sliding her hand under his and spreading herself once more.

"What a good girl you are to let me play with your pretty clit."

Each word out of his mouth was like a tongue sliding over her most sensitive places. She realized now how comparatively quiet he'd been during their first scene. They hadn't trusted each other, not enough for this.

"Keep talking," she pleaded, then whimpered as he stroked her clit. It felt like he touched her exposed nerves, the sensation was so acute.

"You like some dirty talk?"

"Yes. I want to do it too, but—" She stopped speaking to gasp as he pressed hard on her clit at the same time he thrust deep. "—I don't know how."

"We'll have lots of vanilla sex like this and practice."

Her laugh was breathless, and she felt his lips curve against her shoulder as he smiled. Then his breathing changed, and his teeth closed down, not exactly biting, but holding her, his tongue flicking over captured flesh in a frantic rhythm that matched the way he pounded his cock up into her.

And the way he flicked and stroked her clit. It was almost painful, and delicious because of that. She could stop him, if she wanted. A word was all it would take.

But she wanted this sweet agony. It was a pleasure all its own, so much more complicated than the little death of orgasm.

Landon bent her over, this time forcing her head and shoulders to the floor. She kept her hand between her thighs, kept herself spread for him though he was no longer touching her clit.

He pulled out, and the emptiness of not having him inside was a terrible ache. But it wasn't for long.

Landon grabbed her hips, then jerked her back onto his cock.

His balls slapped directly against her clit, causing a little shock of pleasure.

Once, twice, and a third time he thrust into her, making a deep guttural noise as he finally came.

She didn't move when he finally pulled out. She was limp and pliant in his arms—in part because she was exhausted from holding the various positions.

Landon helped her up and laid her on the bed. Though she was tender, she didn't protest when he spread her legs, bending to check her pussy. He kissed the top of her slit before walking away. She watched his naked ass flex as he exited and crossed the hall to the small bathroom he'd showed her earlier. There were no scratches on his back—because she'd never been in a position to reach his back.

Next time.

The washcloth felt rough as sandpaper against her clit and labia as he cleaned her, but he kissed away the ache, his slightly parted lips cupping her clit in a gentle caress.

He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and when he came back, he pulled on the covers. She crawled to the side, then onto the soft cotton sheets once he exposed them. He started to join her but stopped, frowning.

Confused, she sat up in bed, watching as he crossed to his suitcase. When he returned, he had something black in his hands.

Restraints? Sleeping in them was generally considered a very bad idea, but she trusted him. Still, she'd prefer to just…be with him. Have the option of holding him the way he would no doubt hold her.

Landon knelt beside the bed and reached under the covers, pulling out her leg. He shook out a large black athletic sock, and shoved it onto her foot.

"A…sock?" Maybe it was meant to be padding for ankle straps.

"Other foot."

She stuck it out, watching in bewilderment as he shoved a sock on that foot too.

He nudged her legs back under the covers and stood.

"What… Why?"

"Because your feet are freezing," he grumbled. "Even if the rest of you is hot."

Was this why she'd woken up with one sock on from one of her many naps the other day? She'd thought in her exhaustion maybe she'd slipped them on because he was right, her feet were always cold.

She blinked at Landon, then laughed in surprise and delight. He was taking care of her.

This is what it will be like to be with him.

"Are these to keep my feet warm, or to protect you from them?"

"Both. Scoot over."

He pressed against her back as she lay on her side. Colette slid her foot back between his calves.

"How the fuck can I feel your cold toes even through the socks?" he yelped.

Colette started to laugh. Even when he admonished her for laughing at him with a solid pinch to her backside, she couldn't stop.

She wasn't really laughing at him. She was laughing because she was happy. Maybe for the first time in her life, she was truly happy, because she was truly loved.