Wicked fate, p.9
Wicked fate, page 9
“Did you touch yourself?” She pauses. “I did not tell you to stop. I asked you a question.”
Her mouth opens and closes, as if uncertain whether to speak the truth or not. She pleases me when she utters, “No.” Her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment, but she doesn’t stop until she’s once again at my feet.
“Why not?” I push, undeterred. She realizes my intention. I want her to admit that I make the rules when it comes to her pleasure. That I have power over her.
“Because… you told me to.”
“Good girl.” Leaning down, I take her long hair in my fist and pull her head back until her smooth throat is exposed, my fingerprints from earlier gracing her neck. My mark of ownership. I never expected her to be bold enough to demand I choke her, and it took me by surprise. It made the blood rush to my cock, and I kissed her harder than ever before so I could imprint myself on her soul. My restraint almost vanished, and I came so close to just ripping her clothes off and making her ride me. As much as I would have enjoyed it, this slow burn feels much hotter and dirtier.
“Let me see how wet you are, princess.”
Oh so slowly, her hands begin descending to her waist and push into her tiny shorts while I wonder whether or not she’s wearing any panties. Her eyes close on a moan, which makes me tighten my hand still holding her. It only makes her cry out louder, but I can’t let her cum soon.
With my other free hand, I take hold of her left breast and mercilessly pinch her nipple until it throbs. “Did I tell you to rub yourself, huh?” She bites her lips and shakes her head no. I pinch her other neglected nipple and squeeze it with my palm. They feel so soft and spill out of my hand. “Show me the wetness on your fingers. Now.”
When her fingers come in my vision, they glisten with her juices, making we want to know how sweet she tastes. “Your pussy is dripping, darling. Such a filthy girl. Suck them clean,” I growl. She obeys, and I keep pinching and caressing her tits. Another desperate moan slips from her lips. My princess likes her own taste. “Enough.”
“Don’t you wanna know how I taste, Arav?” she taunts while licking her lips, her wickedness turning me on.
“Rub your cunt, but don’t make yourself come until I say so.”
Without waiting for her reply, I push my thumb between her open lips. “Suck.”
Her hand makes its way back inside her shorts while her tongue swirls around my thumb and sucks, the move making my dick throb harshly. I can’t wait to fuck her mouth. I move my thumb in and out of her mouth, and then I push another finger inside until she almost chokes on them. “Breathe through your nose,” I tell her. “My cock is going in there next. It’s going to be harder and bigger to swallow.”
She moans loudly around my fingers, and her own hand moves faster between her legs, the dirty talk making her desperate to come. I tug her head back when her eyes close in ecstasy, something burning inside my chest at the thought of losing the connection. I want her attention on me, so when I finally break her, she never forgets me. The man she shouldn’t have trusted with her heart, much less her body. I slowly pull out my fingers and wipe them on her breasts, leaving them glistening and dirty.
“Please let me cum, Arav,” she cries.
“Beg nicely, princess,” I taunt.
“Ah… please. I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. Please let me cum.”
“No.” At my answer, she tries pulling away, but my grip on her neck won’t let her. And when I hear a hitch in her breath, as if she’s close to orgasm, I shove her away from me and stand up from the couch. Her hands fall free and she stumbles back. I take a step around her so that her back is to the couch, and while looking into her teary eyes, I pull my belt from the loops slowly, making my intention known. By the time my cock is out and pointing at her, precum dripping from the slit, her hands are caressing and squeezing her tits while she licks her lip, yearning for my taste. Waiting for me to fuck her mouth.
Stalking closer to her, I lean down so the head of my dick touches her bite-worthy lips. My hands once again grip her hair so I’m the one in complete control of the face-fuck about to happen, and my other hand goes to the back of the couch for balance. With my legs spread, I’m just as desperate as her to cum.
“Open,” I command. And the brat simply smiles, licks the precum and swallows. How sweet of her to think she can tease me. Returning her smirk, I slap her cheek with my dick. It shocks her, but I don’t miss the way it hardens her nipples and the dilating of her pupils in the low moonlight.
“I said open your mouth. Swallowing comes later. Now obey, filthy princess.” Finally she does, but it’s not enough. I slap my dick on her lips again, harder than before, and bark, “Wider. I want every single inch down your throat.”
“You’re too big.” She stares at the head, scared when just a second ago, she was licking it like a candy she was eager to suck. I’m man enough to admit her confession does something to my pride, even though I don’t let it show.
“You will swallow every inch, Maira. Even if I have to force it down. Now do as I say and I’ll let you cum.”
Her mouth opens wider at my harsh command, and I don’t waste a second before pushing my dick past her lips while her tongue caresses the underside, sending a shiver down my spine and hardening my cock way more than possible. I have never felt such immense pleasure, and I’m not even completely in. She moans, muffled, when my pre-cum hits her tongue. Her hands land on my clenched thighs as if to push me away, but I keep pushing my length inside, seeking the tempting warmth of her mouth. My hands tighten and loosen in her hair to not lose my barely-leashed control, because if it slips, I’m going to fuck her throat raw.
I look down, and the lust I see shining back at me from her eyes undoes my control. She looks breathtaking with her hair spread out beneath her, her neck tilted back against the back of the couch, my punishing grip holding her down while my dick hits the back of her throat. Tears run down her flushed cheeks from lack of breath, and as I pull out painstakingly slowly, spit dribbles down the side of her mouth while she coughs and inhales.
“Keep sucking,” I order when I push back inside just as slowly as before so she feels every inch, and I groan out loud when she does as I ask. “Good girl,” I can’t help but praise. I keep the same pace in my next few thrusts so she can find a rhythm, and also because I’m relishing in her submission to me. This time, when I pull out, I bend slightly and push to the back of her throat in one single hard thrust, my balls slapping her chin, and it feels like heaven.
“Now I fuck your mouth, princess. Let’s see how much you love choking now,” I taunt with a smirk, and her eyes widen, hands pushing against my thighs, but I’m no match for her. I must look like a beast, ready to devour her like she’s my last meal.
I keep my thrusts hard and fast while I play with her nipples with my free hand, twisting and pulling tightly until she moans around my punishing length. All I can feel is the heat of her mouth, her nails digging into my legs, the scent of her arousal and the sound of her choking on my girth. Nothing has ever felt this intense, and I have only known her for two weeks. I feel my balls tighten and pull taut, but I hold back my orgasm, not wanting to finish without her.
“Make yourself cum, Maira. I want you screaming around my cock when I cum down your pretty throat.”
She looks straight into my eyes while her fingers touch her clit and rub circles around it. My gaze becomes heavy and unfocused when she sucks me one last time and loses herself to her orgasm, her cries of ecstasy and pleasure sending vibrations up my dick, and I give myself to the orgasm, jets of cum shooting down her throat. It feels like forever until we are both utterly and completely spent.
Standing up to my full height, my dick slips from her mouth as I take a step back and her head lolls to the side, her breathing as harsh as my own. As I silently watch her, there’s a yearning inside me to hold her in my arms and protect her and put her back together. I shake my head at the absurd thought. She’s nothing but a means to an end. I cannot let myself fall for her.
Her magnetic eyes slowly open and land on me. She has never looked so vulnerable and beautiful. For a second, she steals my breath away as if looking straight to my broken soul, and I wonder if she truly can. I will myself to walk away and leave her just like this to prove that I can and be cruel to her.
“Arav…” she whispers.
That does me in. Like a fool, I bend down and pick her up in my arms, close to my chest, skin on skin. I ignore the sensation in my heart when she curls up against me and wraps her arms around my neck, holding tightly. Once we get upstairs, my feet carry me towards my bedroom on my own with an insane urge to lie with her in my bed, even if it’s for only one night. The lights are still out, so it makes sense to keep her near. I look down to see her passed out from exhaustion and satisfaction. Even when I shove the door open and settle her under the covers, she doesn’t stir. Instead, she sighs and curls up on her side.
I’m still nowhere close to finding out her secrets which will lead to the person I want the most, and every second wasted is a chance for them to run away and hide once again. Maira is the only one standing in my way. My obsession with her alone is the biggest distraction and slowly becoming my weakness. The foreign emotions she stirs in me whenever I’m around her are fucking with my head. Like now, instead of fucking her out of my system like I should, I just want to sleep with her in my arms like she means something to me.
Like she has the power to wake up my dead heart.
Bare my soul.
Heal all my wounds.
If I let her in, it will be at the cost of betraying my son.
And a thought like that is very dangerous for a man like me.
CHAPTER 14
MAIRA
The moment my eyes flutter open, it feels like I’m wrapped in a warm cocoon. One I don’t want to separate myself from. And once the haziness wears off, I feel a heavy arm circling my waist from behind and another gripping my breasts, which makes me realize I’m wearing nothing but my panties. I’m not at all alarmed, because I know it’s Arav holding me tightly and he’s still fast asleep. The urge to watch him unguarded and with his walls down gets stronger, so I silently turn around in his arms until I’m facing him. I still my breath, praying he doesn’t wake up due to my twisting and turning, but I let go when his eyes remain closed.
His rugged and handsome face is etched into peaceful slumber with hair falling over his forehead, making him appear almost boyish and soft. The other times when I have been this close to him have always been in the dark, so I never got the chance to simply take him in. Just this once, I want to soak him in, because I know as soon as he wakes up, he’ll go back to hating my existence and me running away from him.
Like a compulsion, my fingers trace the veins in his arms, slowly etching upwards towards his face. All the while my heart beats too fast inside my chest. There’s stubble on his strong jaw making him look roguish. A small white scar right above his upper lip that somehow compliments his dark features. His nose is straight like a Roman god and cheeks full and sharp. My favorite are his eyes though, because of their unique color and the power with which they suck me into his orbit or make me fall to my knees at the command in them.
My fingers ever so softly ghost over his lips, and it’s such a contrast, how soft they are, to his dark and rough personality. A surprised yelp falls from my mouth when those said lips open and bite my fingers lightly. My wide eyes catch his staring down at me with mischievousness. When I yank my hand back and put some space between us, he lazily takes me in under his gaze, beginning from my face, then down to my naked breasts which I hastily cover up with the sheets.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, princess,” he taunts and then orders, “Drop the sheets. Now.”
I shake my head nervously.
“Don’t make me do it.”
I make a move to run away from him, but like last night, he pulls me back by my elbow and pins me face-down beneath him while he straddles my hips. A low moan slips from my lips when his hardness presses between my ass cheeks. The only barriers between my pussy and his cock are my flimsy panties which he can easily rip, if he desires. The thought makes me wet and my clit throb.
“Why do you always have to make me chase you?” he whispers harshly against my ear. “Maybe I should just tie you to my bed. Keep you locked up. You’d probably get off on that, won’t you, filthy girl?” He punctuates it with a thrust against my hips and pulling my head back by my hair.
Lifting his weight off of me, he twists me so I’m lying on my back and leans down, one hand gripping my throat. “Don’t ever run away from me. I’ll always catch you, princess.”
“Why? So you can hurt me like you always do?” I accuse him, my voice trembling.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He leans down further until our lips touch. “I want to break you,” he confesses in a soft voice and seals it with a hard kiss.
With that, he pushes himself off me and stands up from the bed, leaving me naked and cold. I watch his back while he bends down to pick up his jeans and slide inside them. Without turning, he speaks to me.
“Unless you want me to fuck you, you’d better run to your room, Maira. I can only hold myself back so many times.”
Embarrassed and ashamed that I let this man touch me last night, I control my tears and stand up from his bed with the sheets tightly wrapped around me, skirting past him with my head down. He doesn’t even bother to look up, and that upsets me more than it should. I’m almost out of the door when my feet stop me, and I sharply turn around to face him.
“My father had an affair. He had another child with another woman and hid it from my family for years.” Silence falls once I speak those words out loud. Arav stays still as a statue and listens to me with a tic in his jaw while I continue. “He only confessed to this when my step-sibling showed up after all these years with the hope to rekindle the relationship. This dirty little secret ripped me and my mom apart, because we never saw it coming. Everything I thought I knew about my father felt like a lie. Like I don’t know the man he is today. Everything fell apart after that. My life as I knew it was over, and in its wake, only tragedy was left. I still haven’t come to terms with the new reality of my life, which is why I came here, hoping something would again make me feel alive the way I used to. But then I met you. So I hope that satisfies your curiosity. Maybe now you’ll leave me the fuck alone.”
This is the first time I have said the truth out loud, even though it’s to Arav, who is the last person on this earth I would ever bare my secrets to. I kept it bottled up for so long that it was eating away at me inside. Now it’s like a heaviness has been lifted off my shoulders and I can finally breathe a little easier. It’s only the tip of the iceberg though, because there’s so much else I need to deal with.
I wait for Arav to say something, but when he looks away, I turn around to leave. I have only taken a few steps when his voice stops me once again.
“I had a son who died last year. His name was Aryan, and he was the sweetest and the most loving kid you’ll ever find. His smile alone lit up my world, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. It was the first time I believed in love at first sight when I instantly fell for him the moment I saw him, held him in my arms, and he took ahold of my finger in his little hand,” he confesses in a broken voice with a sad smile on his face. It’s the first time he’s willingly let his walls down. The tears blur my vision, knowing he lost his son. It pains me to see him like this, and he’s not even finished. His stare is unfocused as if he’s reliving every moment.
“Aryan had a condition called mucolipidosis II. It’s a very rare and inherited disorder that affects many of the body’s systems. So when I found out he had this rare condition, it only made him all the more unique and special to me. It hurt me that it couldn’t be treated and it was always going to affect his life, but I was more than ready to fight for him and love him just the way he is. And now he’s gone, and I’m left with an emptiness in my soul that can never be filled.”
His voice is heavy with anguish, and my heart breaks for him and his child. I can never imagine losing my kid to a condition I could never heal him from and expect to live without him. All his anger and brokenness makes sense now, and why he is always so mean and cold, but it still doesn’t explain why he hates me so much and blames me as if I did him wrong. Even now, I sense a distance between us. Even though the pull is still there.
“I can never imagine living with the pain of losing your son, Arav. I’m so sorry it happened to you. He must really be special, because you loved him so much. I wish you didn’t have to go through this.” My voice trembles at the end, and for a second, I’m taken aback when I see same hatred flash in his eyes just before he completely shuts down and turns away from me.
