Reckless, p.20
Reckless, page 20
"I like that name. Finnick. It's sexy," I admit, unashamed.
He chuckles against my stomach before bending my legs and kissing along my thighs.
"I hate when people call me Finnick," he says against my leg.
Regret fills me. I'm about to start apologizing for upsetting him when he speaks again.
"But I like the way it sounds when you say it. Makes me want to pin you down and fuck you blind." He's so crass. So Finn. "So, I'll make an exception for you and only you."
His mouth latches onto my clit. My body arches in response as he takes what he wants, licking, sucking, taunting.
"Fuck," I moan.
He releases and quickly moves down to my slit, shoving his tongue inside me.
My eyes fly open in shock as he rams his tongue in further before pulling it back out.
Is he really doing that when he knows I'm on my period?
I'm not afraid to earn my red wings.
I guess he really isn't.
"Finnick!" I cry out and my wrists jerk against the leather. His eyes snap to mine before he roughly spanks me.
"Who am I?" he growls before moving back to my clit.
"Daddy, oh, oh, fuck!" The way he touches me, the way he takes me with his tongue, makes me want to grab him by his hair and pull him closer into me, but my hands are bound. I'm completely at his mercy.
"That's right. Don't you fucking forget it, babygirl," he growls before concentrating back on my clit.
I thought the shower orgasm was explosive, but this one has my whole body humming with satisfaction and still anticipation. My body goes numb from the vibration, and my senses are on fire at the same time. Finn moves up my body and kisses me hard, my essence coating his tongue. My taste on him is euphoric. The combination of his natural taste and my orgasm is an erotic philter, waves of arousal flooding through me.
"Please," I whimper, begging him to give it to me.
"Please what?" He rasps as he grabs a foil package from the bedside table.
A condom.
"I want you so bad," I say.
His eyes darken with desire as he tears the package with his teeth.
I watch closely as he pulls out the rubber and sheaths his massive cock.
"Keep saying shit like that and I won't be able to keep my promise," he warns.
"What promise?"
"To be gentle the first time."
I forgot about that. I know it's supposed to hurt the first time, or so I've heard, but I want him too badly to give a fuck.
Maybe I'm a masochist, but the pain doesn't matter to me.
This is what matters to me—us.
The prospect of pain makes this even more real.
He pushes my thighs further apart and gently presses his tip against my opening.
For the briefest of moments, a panic floods me.
My mom was right. There is no such thing as being ready. It's going to happen eventually, and I'd rather it be with Finn than anyone else.
"Relax," Finn says as he caresses my hip, gliding his fingers along my curves.
I take a deep breath as he starts pushing in slowly. Pressure. That's what I feel as he moves in bit by bit, his eyes flashing from between my legs to my face, gauging my reaction.
Does he think I'm going to change my mind?
No, Finnick. This is what I want. This is what I need.
His tip sinks in and I brace myself for the pain, but it doesn't come. All I feel is pressure, stretching, and arousal.
This is what I want. This. Him. Us.
He presses further in until a loud groan leaves his lips, his hips grazing my ass.
"Fuck," he drawls out an intense growl. "You're so fucking tight, babygirl. So damn perfect." He grabs my throat before giving me a hard, demanding kiss.
His hand is quickly becoming my favorite necklace. At first, I hated how much I enjoyed his hand there, but now, I've embraced this part of myself.
I've accepted that I am now and forever his babygirl and he is my Daddy.
CHAPTER 21
HIM
Rapture.
Euphoria.
Passion.
Lust.
Desire.
Mine.
With each second I’m inside her, another word comes to mind, trying to explain this new feeling. When the mine flits across my hazy vision I know that’s it. Every moment I’m inside of her is a moment I’m closer to death. That’s what this feeling must be because it feels eternal.
Her lithe body welcomes me with resistance, but relaxes the deeper I go.
This is fucking perfect. The way she clamps down on me with each move is better than any high I have ever chased.
I had doubts about taking her when she’s high, but I know this would be painful for her if she wasn't. That's the good thing about MDMA. In small doses, it works as a wonderful pain killer. In bigger doses, it's an aphrodisiac.
Her nectar lubes the condom as I press in the rest of the way, my cock buried balls deep in her. I really wish I was bare inside of her. That’s the only way this could possibly be better. However if I was bare, I probably would have already come.
She lets out a loud moan as she arches into me, her hands still bound to my headboard.
She's at my mercy. I could do anything to her and there's nothing she could do to stop me. Maybe I get off on the thrill of knowing I could hurt her... really... fucking... bad... and she'd be helpless to stop me.
I contemplate taking a picture of her at this moment, with the black leather against her pale skin. My condom covered cock spearing into her virgin cunt. But I know there’s no way I could ever forget this, it’s branded into my brain.
I'd never hurt her other than with a consensual punishment. There's nothing to punish her for, though. She's been my good girl since she caught Douchebag screwing around on her. He's lucky all I did was kick his ass.
He made my babygirl cry, and no one does that, but I know she still cares about that asshole, which is the only reason he's still breathing.
"Am I hurting you?" I rasp, struggling not to fuck her hard. I want to. I want to show her how much of a fucking seductress she is by giving her a rough fucking.
This is her first time, though. When the drugs wear off, she'll feel this. Every time she moves, she'll feel the soreness of my cock in her pussy and remember, I was the one who made her feel that way. I don't want to make her suffer, though. Soreness is one thing. Agonizing pain is another.
"No. It feels so good," she purrs, wrapping her thighs around mine.
She doesn't want me to pull back, but she knows I'm way stronger than her. If I want to withdraw from her, I will, but I don't want to. There’s nothing that could pull me away from her.
I pull out almost all the way and thrust carefully back in.
Fuck. This pleasure is all-consuming. I feel like I'm drowning in her and the only thing that can pull me back is fucking her relentlessly, but I won't. I'm not going to hurt her.
For so long, sex has been so much of a killjoy. I'm a red-blooded man who loves getting his dick wet as much as the next asshole, but no one has been able to keep up with my desires.
Not a single woman.
Except her.
Most girls that end up in my bed are either one of two things. They’re either stuck up prudes who think making love is the way sex is supposed to be, that missionary is the only real sex position—who I'll just send away for that reason alone—or they are super freaks in the sheets. The freaks are into way kinkier things than me, like golden showers and CNC and voyeurism. My tastes are very specific, but they know when they climb into my bed that I won't go outside of my comfort zone, and I won't push them outside of theirs.
Needless to say, the sex was enough to get me off, but not much else. They come to me because they've heard I'm good in bed. Nothing else.
I’ve never experienced this level of emotional satisfaction with any of the other women I’ve fucked. Maybe that’s why there’s been so many. I’ve been trying to match what I have beneath me right now. Nothing’s ever come close and I’ve only been inside her for a few heartbeats.
When I grab her, she doesn't flinch. She leans into me, relaxes from my touch, and trusts me with her vulnerability. She's not scared, no matter how many reasons she has to be. I figured when I punished her to break her, she would be scared and run from me, but she surprised me again.
Francine Gray is my opposite. I'm the dominance to her submissiveness. She fights me on everything but concedes when I start taking control. She challenges me but submits when I give her a look, a sound, a touch to indicate that play time is beginning.
Normally, I'd be overly ecstatic to be fucking her, taking control of her, but not this time.
Everything is perfect and yet I hate that she's restrained when I find myself wanting her to touch me.
She yanks on the leather around her wrists and moans as I bury my cock even deeper, her walls spasming.
"Oh my god! Daddy, please," she pleads as tears leak from her eyes.
"Please what?" I ask before reaching and pulling at the knot around her wrists. "Tell me, babygirl." I stall my thrusts and she wiggles her hips, pleading with me to give it to her.
She needs me just as much as I need her. She wants me hard but she needs me gentle. I want to bruise her but I won’t. I want to ravage her but I can’t.
"Please, let me touch you," she asks with an intensity in her eyes I have yet to see from her.
I rip the leather away and claim her mouth, taking what I want and in turn giving her what she wants. Her hands roam over my heated flesh and I can’t get enough of her, of this, of us.
Francine lays with her cheek pressing against my chest as both of us attempt to get our breathing under control.
The sex was soft and vanilla for me, but it was so fucking explosive. Maybe that’s the molly talking. Maybe it's the strong emotional connection we share. All I know is it left me wanting more.
I've never wanted more. Not with anyone. Just her.
"Holy shit," she breathes.
I can't help but laugh. "You're welcome," I say with a cocky smirk on my face.
She knows I'm messing with her. I can see it in the way she blushes and averts her eyes from me. "Narcissist," she retorts before sitting up, holding the sheet to her naked chest. Her voluptuous breasts are hardly contained and I see the outline of her nipples perfectly.
I can tell she's more comfortable being naked around me than she was a few days ago. The reminder both angers and comforts me.
It's a good thing Martin Gray is already dead, or I'd kill him for what he's done to this beautiful woman.
I'm helping her. I won't call it healing because I know she'll never be completely whole again, but I can hope there will come a day where she doesn't fear others seeing all her gorgeous curves, where she doesn't have crippling nightmares, and where she can go a day without calling herself broken.
I want to help her get to that place and see the woman she becomes when she does.
She deserves better than me, but she said it herself. She doesn't want better. She's not that innocent girl I met ten years ago, and she never will be again. I can’t say I’m not sad that I played a small part in that.
She's stopped holding onto the girl she once was. She's mourning that girl and accepting who she really is.
"Did I hurt you?" The words come out as soon as the sheet falls away from her hip and I see the beginnings of bruises where I held her hips. And I can’t say I’m not sad that I played a small part in that.
Fuck. I hurt her. In my efforts to keep from causing her pain, I still managed to do it.
"What?" she asks, surprised by my question, until she looks at where my eyes are locked. The deep purple bruising on her fair-skinned waist. "Oh, this? No, it doesn't hurt at all. See." She flicks her hip for added measure before smirking at me.
Suddenly, her face falls like a bucket of freezing water has been poured over her and her mind is somewhere dark.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I sit up and pull her into my arms. Her eyes glide across my face, almost like she's afraid to meet my gaze.
"What happens now?" she asks, her voice soft as silk. She doesn't say it, but I can see the panic in her eyes.
"What do you mean?" I have no fucking clue why she is upset. What the hell does what happens now even supposed to mean?
"We had sex," she states, as if this is something I was oblivious to.
"Yes, we had sex. So what?" I say like an asshole, but she doesn't take offense.
"This is why you made that bet with me. Now, we've done it. Where does that leave us?" she presses.
My brain screams to push her away while another part of me is desperate for her to stay.
After Rian's mom killed herself, all of us made a vow and we’ve held to it. No relationships. Just casual sex. It's for the best. It's the worst curse for a woman to care about a Bastard so we never let any women have the opportunity.
Francine is in, though. She has been since before I made the pledge. I can't let her go. I thought I'd be able to once I've fucked her. Just one time, then I'd leave her like all the rest.
I can't. I just can't. She makes it easier to inhale and exhale through all the bullshit I deal with.
"I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend," she adds and nervously bites her lip. "I just don't want to lose you again. If what we have is all you want to give, I'll take it and I won't push for more."
I know this is something that isn't easy for her to say. She's a relationship type of girl. She likes commitment, but she knows I can't offer that. For her to offer what she does is a huge sacrifice, and it shows how much she cares about me.
I pull her in closer, our naked flesh still damp from having sex. I tangle my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back. "All that matters is your mine," I growl before I kiss her hard, unyielding.
Her body relaxes and she whimpers for me. She turns and crawls onto my lap, grinding herself against me.
Fuck. She wants me again. Her want is kerosine to my desires.
This seductress is all mine. Mine to care for. Mine to covet. Mine to own. Mine to fuck.
While kissing her wildly, I grab a condom and force it down my dick before pushing the sheet away from her.
"Ride my cock," I demand as I release the kiss.
Her eyes glaze with desire and I notice the dilation has stopped. The drugs are wearing off, but she still wants me, and she isn't worried about pain. She fists my dick and guides it inside her, moaning the whole way.
My girl loves my cock, every last inch of it. And I love watching her impale herself on it.
"Oh my god," she cries out as she seats herself, completely engulfing my dick.
I reach and wrap my hands around her throat, not to choke her but to guide her. “Hold on with both hands,” I demand, and she does, grabbing onto my arm. With the other I squeeze a hip and start to thrust into her from below, enjoying how she squeezes me with each movement, taking more of me.
Still, I'm not rough with her, no matter how much I want to pin her down and take her body hard. Any other day I would. Not now. Not right after I've taken her virginity.
With her head thrown back, she takes what I give her, panting and moaning, as her pussy spasms, mini orgasms taking her over the edge again and again. She squeezes my arm so tightly that I’m thinking I may have my own set of bruises. If that’s the case, I may have to immortalize them and get her fingerprints tattooed on. "Please!" she begs mid-orgasm as I palm her ass.
"What is it, babygirl?" I grit out, trying to keep from slamming into her.
"I want more, Daddy!" she screams as her eyes meet mine, pleading for me to give it to her.
"More?"
"You're holding back. Don't," she says, more pleading than demanding.
"You'll be in a lot of pain in a few hours," I groan as I sink my cock back in her as deep as I can go.
"I don't care. Please, Daddy."
The way she begs makes me snap. While still inside her and with my hand remaining around her neck, I flip her over and shove her down onto the bed. Instead of cowering away from my violent touch, she moans, her eyes flashing her submission to me.
She's so fucking perfect.
How the fuck did I ever get a girl like her—because fuck knows I don’t deserve her.
"You don't get to make demands unless I say you can. Do you understand?" I growl in her face.
She grins at me before breathing out the words. "Yes, Daddy."
I press my lips hard against hers before working my cock harder and harder into her.
Fucking hell. She's so tight and squeezing me harder with each unrelenting thrust, my hips slamming into hers again and again.
I remove my hand from her throat and she screams in ecstasy as if I’ve loosened the valve. I pin her arms above her head and take her body harder... and harder... and deeper.
"Oh my god. Daddy, yes," she cries out in pleasure as her pussy starts tensing around my cock again. She's close to her orgasm, and it coaxes mine along.
"If you want to come, you better come right fucking now. I'm about to explode, babe. Take it. Fucking take it," I growl as her body starts trembling, her breath coming out in rapid pants. Then her pussy starts clamping down on me harder than a constrictor. It's almost painful, but feels so damn good.
"I'm about to come," she announces before biting her lip so hard she's probably drawing blood.
"Don't you dare hold it in. I want everyone to hear you scream when you come," I demand vehemently.
I watch as she releases her lip and lets out a loud scream as her orgasm sprays me with each unyielding thrust I deliver.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cries out, her thighs trying to close, but I'm not having that. I force them back open with my hips as I teeter on the edge, so close to getting off.
"Fuck," I hiss as I release her hands and her neck. I dig my hands into the sheet, ramming my cock harder, deeper, faster through her channel, as she works with me, meeting me thrust for thrust. "Right... fucking... there," I growl before my release explodes, long spurts of my come shooting into the rubber condom. She scratches her nails down my back, heightening my overwhelming release.
