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“Do you?” I lick my own lips. “How bad?”
“Really bad,” she answers, her voice husky.
“Hmm… and do you trust me, Bel? Trust me to fuck you however I want. To do whatever I want to your body because it belongs to me, as does your pleasure?”
She’s looking at me now with wide, soft eyes, and I can’t help but stare back, waiting for her answer. It almost burns that it takes her so long to answer, but I guess I deserve that.
Finally, she nods the best she can while in my grasp. “I trust you.”
Her words slice through me, leaving behind little cuts of satisfaction, each one a tiny release. “Good because only I can make you feel this way.” I quickly hit the button to slide the driver’s seat back as far as it will go.
I release my hold on her face and trail my hands down her body until I reach the hem of her dress, which I shimmy up higher so I can feel the heat of her pussy on my slacks. I’ll be inside her very soon, but that doesn’t mean I want to go without feeling her against me.
I glide my hands up her hips, over her trim waist, and higher until I reach her slender throat. Like a cobra, I strike, wrapping one hand around the delicate column, noticing the way her pulse spikes and her breathing increases. She loves it when I play the predator, when I unleash all her wicked fantasies.
“Do you think you could fight me off? Do you think you could escape me?” I whisper against her ear, nipping at it.
She tenses, her entire body trembling with pleasure. I pull back and look into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and she wants this so bad I can feel her leaking on my slacks.
I apply the barest hint of pressure, and her eyes pop open, her pupils blown wide. “Drew…” she whispers.
“You’ll never be free of me, Flower. Never be free of the darkness. I’ll always find a way to possess you, and if I can’t, I’ll hunt you down and fuck you until you beg me to take mercy on you. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine,” I growl the words against her throat, and then suck on the tender flesh hard enough to leave marks.
I want to mark her flesh. Brand her so everyone knows she’s mine, and I want her to brand me in return so everyone knows I’m hers.
“Yours,” she moans, grinding against me, seeking out relief to the pleasure building in her core.
“Do you trust me?” I repeat again.
With a gulp I feel against my palm, she nods.
“Good. If you need me to stop, tap my thigh with your hand, do you understand?”
She nods as much as she’s able, then I squeeze tighter, until her shoulders drop and she leans even forward, her entire body pressing against me. I arch my hips up into hers because I just can’t help it. “A little more, Flower.”
I tighten my grip on her delicate neck, all at once realizing I could snap it so easily. But she is giving this to me —to me— after everything I’ve done. She trusts me enough to make this good for her, to put her life in my hands.
She’s forcing breaths heavily in and out of her nose now, at almost a pant. I can’t hold out much longer. Sliding my free hand down, I nearly moan at the heat of her pussy before flicking the scrap of lace against her cunt aside. She’s dripping, and I sink two fingers deep into her cunt without warning.
“Fuck, Bel. Your pussy was made for me. You clench so tight around my fingers, and do you hear that?” I fuck her with the digits, letting the wet indecent sounds fill the vehicle. “You like this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, letting me choke you while I fuck your pussy.”
A moan slips free from her lips, those full, lush lips I dream about, and with my hand wrapped around her throat, I kiss her. Gently at first, small sips of a kiss until she opens her mouth to me, and I slide my tongue along hers, tasting ketchup, salt, and the sweetness that is just my wallflower, my Bel.
I tighten my hand the tiniest bit, and she wiggles in my lap, sliding forward like she might glide along my cock if she had access. And I fucking want her to have everything she wants.
I tug the two fingers out of her slick heat and bring them to my mouth. I suck the glistening arousal off my fingers and then grapple with my belt, jerking my slacks open. I tug the belt off and release her throat.
She lets out a whimper of displeasure, and all I can do is smile. With my other hand, I take both her wrists and hold them together. This angle causes her to thrust her tits into my face, and I inhale the scent of her, my chin in her cleavage, as I take the belt and wrap it around her wrists, securing her hands behind her back. Then I reach up to cup them gently before sliding my right hand higher and my left hand lower to release my zipper and pull myself free.
She licks her lips and stares at me with hooded eyes. So fucking beautiful.
“You want my cock, Flower?”
She nods once, and I squeeze her neck a little and skim the head of myself along her wet slit, teasing us both. “If you want it, you have to tell me you want it. Beg me, Bel. Be a good girl and fucking beg me to choke you, beg me to fuck you, beg me to make you come.”
She’s panting now, all but writhing against me, and I loosen my grasp enough so that she can get the words out. “Please, Drew. Please. Fuck me.”
“And?” I prompt, not even hiding the deep edge to my tone, the need coursing through me.
