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But Dean is measured and exact, in control completely, just like everything else. He doesn’t need me to count, doesn’t need the verbal assurance of my submission to him, because it’s assumed. He’s the lord of Blackmoor after all, in title if not in reality anymore, and this is hisright. This is what he’s owed.
He owned me once, and even now that I’m free, he knows that I was made to be his.
What he never knew until recently is that he was made to be mine, too.
I can see that in his face as the belt strikes me, how it’s different this time. The blows aren’t placed for the most pain anymore, but also where he knows they’ll pleasure me, the snap of the leather striking my nipples every few strokes, sending electric bursts of pleasure out over my skin. His face is taut with need, his eyes raking over my body hungrily, and there’s no detachment in his face any longer. I can see his chest heaving, his muscles flexed and taut as he moves the belt to my thighs, striking the soft insides of them. I can see the way his cock lurches, pre-cum dripping from the tip of it, and I know he’s holding himself back with the greatest effort. This is an exercise in self-control for him as much as it is in submission for me, reminding himself that he hasn’t lost all of it just because he’s rebelled with the rest of us.
Once upon a time, I was his gift, his trophy, his slave. I was hisright, a virgin given to her lord like some medieval tribute. But now if he’s a fallen lord I’m his fallen queen, and I can see the reverence in his face as he lashes me, the way he’s burning up for me, as overcome with need as Cayde and Jaxon are in their own ways.
“God, Athena,” he groans, and I shudder, because I’ve never heard him say my name in here exactly like that before.Petis what he usually calls me, his nickname for me like Cayde’s islittle Saint, but when he breathes my name it sounds like nothing I’ve ever heard from his lips before. “Christ you’re so fucking beautiful.” He brings the belt down higher on my inner thigh, once on either side, and I can see him panting, his cock so hard that it’s almost visibly throbbing, reddened and nearly touching his abdomen it’s so stiff, and I know that he’s desperate to be inside of me. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this, bound for me.” He’s close enough now that his words are low and quiet, meant only for me, and I stop watching the others, stroking themselves as they watch Dean belt me. The room narrows down to the two of us, and I can feel myself breathing faster too, my body shuddering with something that isn’t quite an orgasm but is so close that I can hardly tell the two apart. “I’m going to fuck you like this,” he whispers. “While you can still feel my belt on your skin. I’m going to fuck you and Cayde isn’t going to fucking stop me. I need you on my cock, Athena, I fuckingneedyou—” his icy eyes are bright with need, desperate with it, and he brings the belt down on my thighs again, his body shuddering with the effort to hold back.
“Fuck!” he groans aloud, and the belt comes up between my thighs, cracking over my swollen pussy, between my folds, against my clit. He strikes me again, his hand going around his cock, stroking himself with his left hand as he brings the belt up against my pussy for a third time. “Fuck, Athena, two more, god—”
I can see his self-control cracking, and it’s driving me wild too, because I’ve never seen Dean like this, except for the night that we burned down the club together. This is the man underneath the carefully curated façade, the one that his family did their best to beat down and chain and imprison under arrogance and duty and formalities and a carefully planned and plotted life.
This is the man that’s mine. The one who told his father to go fuck himself, who torched a building with me, who fucked me out in the open while it burned up against his car. The one who broke his engagement, who has hurt me and pleasured me and made me into something altogether different before either of the others did.
Another. And another. And then, just before I can’t hold back any longer, when my body is trembling and shaking, welted and red from his belt, my skin burning and the orgasm on the verge of bursting the seams of my skin with no way to hold it back, Dean throws the belt aside, surging forward.
“Fuck Cayde,” he snarls. “Fuck them all.”
And then his hand is on my chin, hard, dragging my mouth to his as he steps between my legs and shoves his cock into me in one long, hot, hard slide, his other hand on my hip as he presses me back hard against the frame.
“Come for me, Athena,” he growls, low and hotly against my mouth, and then his teeth sink into my lower lip as he starts to thrust.
Oh god.I scream as I come apart, the orgasm I’ve been clinging to exploding with a force that threatens to make my vision go dark. The pain of his teeth in my lip and the pleasure of his cock inside of me combine and explode in a conflagration of hot, sweeping ecstasy, his fingers digging into my hip, his pelvis grinding against my bruised and swollen clit, and I want to cling to him, want to wrap my arms and legs around him, but I can’t. I’m bound to the frame, unable to even touch him anywhere except my stinging, burning, oversensitive skin, lashed until I’m a raw and open nerve, and it’s all pleasure. I can feel him rubbing against every spot where his belt struck, my reddened and welted ass scraping against the wood, his muscled thighs slamming into my lashed ones as he fucks me hard and fast, with violent punishing thrusts that hit the very depths of me every single time.
His fingers are digging into my jaw, prying my mouth open, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with every stroke of his cock, and somewhere in the kiss I can hear him moaning against my mouth, his body shuddering as he drives himself towards his own climax.
“Fucking hell,” I hear Cayde mutter from somewhere. “Can’t fucking tell him anything—” but if there’s more or if Jaxon replies, I don’t hear it. I don’t hear anything else, because Dean is whispering against my mouth as he plunges into me, whispering words I never thought I’d hear him say.
“I love you, Athena,” he murmurs, his body pressed hard against mine, his cock surging inside of me in hard thrusts that fill me, open me, bring me shuddering and gasping towards the edge of a second orgasm. “Fuck, I love you, I don’t know what you fucking did to me, but god, I fucking love you, I love you—”
He’s repeating it over and over like a mantra, growling it against my mouth, between kisses, and then he lets go of my chin, both of his hands squeezing my hips until it’s almost painful, holding me in place as he goes up on his toes, driving into me harder than ever in quick, short thrusts that keep him inside of me, grinding against me, his mouth never leaving mine as he gasps out his pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, come for me again Athena,fuck—”
He’s grinding against my clit, and I feel it rise up sharp and fast, hard on the heels of the first one, my body still quivering with the aftershocks of the first. I’ve never known Dean to come so fast. He must have been painfully close too, because as I clench down hard around him, screaming my pleasure into his mouth, I feel him go rock-hard, and then the hot rush of him inside of me, a groan tearing from his lips as he comes. He jerks against me, holding me in place with a grip stronger than anything I’ve ever felt, his hips bucking against mine as he tears his mouth away from mine, and then his lips are on my neck, his teeth in my throat.
He sucks hard on my flesh, his teeth sinking into my skin as he shudders, his cock still throbbing inside of me, filling me, his cum already dripping down my thighs as pleasure ripples through him. The noises coming from him are like nothing I’ve ever heard, as if his soul is being ripped out of him, and I’m not entirely sure that his teeth in my neck haven’t drawn blood before it’s over, his muscled frame trembling against me.
And then, to my utter shock, he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Christ, Dean,” Cayde mutters, and Dean makes a sound that’s almost a snarl, his hands still on my hips.
“Fucking wait your turn,” he snaps. “You made me wait too fucking long. You two can fight over who gets her next, but I’m not fucking done yet.”
And then, before I can fully process what he’s doing, his mouth is between my legs.
It’s not gentle. This isn’t him licking my pussy to a slow and sweet orgasm. This is him forcing more pleasure from me, sucking it out of me, demanding my body’s submission to him in pleasure as much as in pain. His lips are fastened around my clit, drawing it into his mouth, bruised and swollen and sensitive from two orgasms already, and I know this is only the beginning. Dean is going to make me come for him until I can’t anymore, and then there’s two of them still to go, determined to wear my body out until I can’t give them anything else. His tongue lashes at my clit, his fingers thrusting up into my already used entrance, and I feel the vibration of his moan against my flesh as my pussy convulses around his fingers, his cum dripping out of me over his hand.
He’s not eating me out, he’s devouring me, and I know he’s the only one who’s going to do this to me tonight. I very much doubt Cayde or Jaxon are going to wind up with their mouth between my legs with Dean’s cum already inside of me, and I arch forwards, wanting all of it, the hot lash of his tongue and the wetness of his mouth. It’s so fucking good, almost too much, and I arch my back as the orgasm hits me, straining at the straps holding me to the frame as I buck against his face, coming hard on his tongue. I want to squeeze my thighs around his face, grind against him, but there’s only so much I can do. He has two fingers thrusting inside of me, curling, rubbing at the sensitive spot that pushes me even higher, and I’m nearly crying with the pleasure of it, the sensory overload almost too much.
He keeps going until it’s not so much an orgasm anymore as a full-body tremor, shaking in the bonds holding me to the frame. Slowly, Dean pulls back, running his tongue over my quivering clit once more before rising slowly to his feet, an arrogant smile on his face. He’s half-hard again, his cock hanging thick and swollen between his thighs, and I know he’ll fuck me again before the night is over, and I know exactly where it will be.
“Your turn, boys,” he says, backing up and giving them the same arrogant, lordly smirk. “See if you can follow that.”
Jaxon laughs, his hand still lazily grazing his dick. He’s on the sofa, watching and willing to wait his turn despite how hard I can tell he is, but Cayde looks pissed. “I told you to fucking wait until I told you otherwise,” he snarls at Dean, looking as if he wants to deck him. “I didn’t tell you you could shoot your load in her yet.”
