Chapter 49
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'Look at me." I place a searing kiss against her ear as I drink in her scent. My free hand fists in her hair. 'Open those big, pretty eyes and look at me."
She does as I command, and I see hate burning in her gaze.
But it's not her hate I want. It's her fear. Her obedience.
Her mouth opens in a small O of surprise. I push my wet fingers into her mouth and open her legs with my knees. Instinctively, she sucks at my thick fingers, her eyes narrowing but never once leaving mine.
'Look at you." A cruel smile forms on my face. 'You like this. You want this. You can't get enough of this!"
She tries to wrench her face away, but I hold her in place by her hair, my hand twisting again and again until her silken strands are twisted firmly around my fist.
And then she bites down.
Hard.
Crying out in surprise, I withdraw my fingers. As soon as her mouth is free, she spits in my face.
'Fuck," she snarls, 'you!"
Her spit slowly rolls down my face and hangs at the edge of my lips. My tongue reaches out and licks it away, savoring the lingering taste of her arousal.
'That was the wrong thing to do, ptichka," I warn her as I hold up my fingers between us. A smear of blood oozes from those perfect bite marks.
My fist in her hair yanks down, forcing her to her knees until her nose is inches away from my angry, throbbing cock. Slowly, I unzip my pants, freeing myself from the restraints until the glistening tip taps against her nose. Her eyes widen slightly.
'You wouldn't dare."
Her bravado is admirable. But her defiance is infuriating. I grip her chin, and her mouth presses into a single line. I clench my muscles, making my cock bob up and down until it leaves pearly drops of my own arousal dotting her nose, her cheeks, and her lips.
'You're not in a position to say what I will or won't do, ptichka."
'I'll bite your cock off."
'Is that a challenge?" My voice takes on a dangerously silken tone as I push my cock against her soft lips.
This time, she doesn't say anything. But slowly, her mouth relents and I push my way in. My thumb finds the gap between her teeth, opening her further but pulling myself back to let her get one final word of defiance in.
'Go ahead, ptichka," I dare her. 'Bite."
She blinks rapidly, but to her credit, she doesn't look away. She doesn't bite. Then, as if on her own accord, her jaw relaxes and offers me the opening I want.
The opening that both of us want.
I push my cock deep into her mouth as she slips lower to the ground until I'm deep in her throat.
She still doesn't bite.
'Last chance."
Her throat flexes, and I can feel the words forming uselessly against my cock. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I can hear those words. Feel those words. But all they do is urge me on.
Holding her head firmly against the door, I start to thrust my hips. Her jaw relaxes further, inviting me in until I can go no further. She doesn't blink. Doesn't even try to tear her gaze away with every hard, savage thrust against her throat. A trace of spit mixed with precum dribbles out of the corner of her mouth, and I quicken my pace.
'I'm going to remind us both who this mouth belongs to."
A raging snarl rises and then dies in her throat, rumbling against my cock. The sensation sends a shiver down to my balls, and I continue to face fuck her. Her hands rise. Her nails dig into my ass, and she pulls me even closer. The muscles in her neck flex and bulge as my cock drives into her. A single tear rolls out of her eye from the exertion.
But she doesn't stop.
Wet, slopping noises fill the air around us, and I savor the feeling of her hate as she starts to bob her head. I feel her gulp and gag with every motion, and I relax my hold on her hair ever so slightly to give her more room.
One of her hands moves to my balls and she gives them a gentle squeeze—not enough to hurt, but enough to push me closer to the edge.
'Don't you dare spill a drop," I snarl.
Her only response is to squeeze my balls harder, and that's when all control shatters.
With a single guttural cry, I feel myself letting loose. Thick ropes of cum pump into her mouth and down her throat.
And like a good, obedient wife, she does exactly as I command.
Her cheeks bulge for a moment as I fill her mouth, but she swallows every drop, throat working furiously as I empty my balls. The edges of her teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my shaft as I pull my cock out of her mouth.
She gasps, gulping for air as I step back to admire my work. Her face is flushed. Sweat dots her forehead. I release my hand from her hair and she leans forward, panting. Cum and saliva fall from her mouth and splatter the front of her dress as she gulps for air. I kneel before her, hooking my finger under her chin and making her look at me.
'Is that what you fucking wanted?" she whispers between each labored breath, her eyes hard and unyielding. 'To prove that you own me?"
I trace the contour of her cum-covered lips with my thumb. My cock is still hard as another drop of cum falls from its angry red tip. 'I haven't even started yet, ptichka."
Without waiting for her to respond, I yank her up on shaky legs and pull her over to the table. My touch is rough, but she comes willingly. Pressing her against the table, I bend her over the hard surface and curl my hands in her hair again until no level of resistance will ever set her free.
I slide her legs apart with my knees, my other hand reaching for her swollen clit and dripping pussy. I slip my fingers into her again, and she moans like a whore in response.
'This is what I want," I whisper in her ear. 'And I know you want it just as badly."
She clenches her teeth shut, but her whimpering tells me a different story. Then, slowly at first, her soft ass cheeks begin sliding up and down over my cock as she starts fucking my fingers. My cock hardens in response, but I hold myself in check.
Not until she begs, I remind myself as I hold her beneath me.
'I'm going to make you forget your own name by the time I'm done with you."
My thumb glides over her wet slit as I slather her own arousal onto her sensitive clit, moving in tiny circles with increasing speed. She doesn't even try to push her knees together but widens her legs all on her own, feet sliding out as far as possible across the floor.
She's opening herself to me.
Camila can hate me all she wants, or at least pretend to, but her need for me has shut down all her barriers.
'Then shut the fuck up," she says with lust in her eyes, 'and fuck me like you mean it."
I release her hair. Without me holding her up, she presses flat on top of the table. Her hands reach up and grip the edge in anticipation. But I don't enter her. Not yet.
'What the fuck are you waiting for?" she pants.
'For you to beg," I say as I tease the head of my cock at her wet opening.
She hisses in pleasure at the intrusion, but I pull back again, determined to hear her beg. When she does, I do it again. And again. And again until her breaths turn to moans. Her nectar drips down onto my cock.
'You want me to beg? Is that what you want?"
'That's exactly what I want, ptichka."
'Fine," she snarls. 'Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me until I can't remember my name. But whatever it is, just shut the fuck up and fuck me!"
I tug her head back until she's staring at me. I press my lips against her forehead, savoring the salty taste of her skin before I give her what she wants as I thrust my cock into her pussy from behind.
She glares at me, starting to push onto her elbows to take me in completely. I shove her back down, kissing the shell of her ear.
'Asher," she rasps. 'This won't … change anything."
