I flip her onto her back. Her blindfold is still on, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, body marked by my hands and teeth. I pull away the blindfold and our eyes meet.
"Can I not go home?" she breathes. "Can I belong to you forever?"
I stroke her face, thumb brushing over her tear-streaked cheek.
I would keep her forever if I could. I would spend every day making love to her, worshipping every inch of this body until she forgets her own name. Who wouldn't?
I look at her beautiful, desperate face and I feel my still erect dick surge. "Stop looking at me like that, princess, or I won't be able to hold back."
What the hell
I was never supposed to touch her let alone take her virginity. I've already gone too far. I could stop right now. I should stop. But why does just looking at her make me feral all over again? Why can't I even start to imagine letting her go?
"Then don't hold back," she says.
"Princess—"
She leans up and kisses me hungrily, sucking on my lips and biting my upper lip as she climbs on top of me. She moans into my mouth as my tongue enters hers.
Our eyes are locked as she moves, she grabs the end of the belt and presses it into my hand, then reaches down, guides my now rock-hard cock back to her dripping entrance, and sinks onto me with a long moan.
I groan as her tight pussy swallows me again.
"I am your whore," she whispers, kissing my ear as she starts bouncing on my dick, riding me. "Keep me forever, okay? Please…"
She stops moving and looks at me, waiting.
I look up at her flushed, ruined face, then lean in and kiss her breasts, sucking on one nipple.
"Okay."
She moans in relief and starts riding me again, her hips rolling as we kiss deeply, tongues tangled, my hand still gripping the belt around her throat. I feel the soft heat of her skin sliding against mine with every bounce, her full breasts pressing into my chest, her tight cunt gripping me like she never wants to let go.
She owns me now too. No woman has ever made me feel this lost in pleasure. I'm completely fucked.
I grab her neck, fingers wrapping around her throat above the belt, and pull her down harder onto my cock as she rides me. I let myself get lost inside her, ignoring the ache starting to grow in my chest.
Chapter Fifteen
Nathalie
Iwake up smiling even before I am fully conscious, before I have remembered where I am or checked the state of things, my body arriving at happiness ahead of my brain, and I lie there for a moment in the clean sheets and the clean clothes I don't remember changing into and I let it stay there.
He is beside me and he is fully dressed, sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands loosely clasped and looking at me with those pale green eyes.
I remember last night in pieces. I remember what he said about keeping me. I feel the smile pull wider before I can moderate it.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
I reach up and touch my neck. The marks are tender, the belt and the bites. I press my fingers against them and feel the specific pleasant ache of it.
"It hurts," I tell him.
"I know."
"It feels so good though."
He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead and stays there for a moment. I close my eyes and feel him breathe me in, his hand coming up to push the hair back from my face.
