His conversation seemed with himself more than with me, and I scowled, aroused greatly and not caring to decipher what he meant.
He stuck several fingers in me, slid them in, revolved and plunged them in and out, holding me down as he did so. I felt him caress my wrists, tracing the edge of where the tape held them, then he whispered those wet fingers up my spine.
A few nips on my shoulder made me jerk and woke me from arousal. The little sharp pains made me want to slap him, and I squealed in protest.
“You will help me,” he said quietly to my ear, kissing me there.
With what? Oh. Be human.
“Why?” Somehow, I had managed a coherent answer.
“Because…” He kissed and bit my nape, rammed fingers into me. I arched, gasping. “I’ll let you come.”
Oh god. I swear my pussy clenched onto his fingers even harder. “Not enough. Not after… everything.”
The past had avalanched in. The aberrant humiliations, the sharing, the dismissal of me as anything but a fucktoy.
Too much had happened.
I shook my head, trying to shake sense into myself, despite the raging, rising heat and pulse of an imminent but not-quite-there orgasm. Despite lying over his lap, bound and helpless. Mesmers did not need g-spots. His several fingers sucked in and out, pumping a slow and distracting rhythm.
Opening up my pussy, forcing in, pulling out, stickily… shoving in… the coat hanger on my nipples jumped and swung… the fingers withdrew.
“Convince me.” I choked at the next thrust, swallowed then spoke. “Why?”
“Because it’s right. It’s what I need. I don’t want to be what I was.”
A fucking monster.
“You’ll free me, afterward, if I do this.” Exactly what this was seemed hard to explain.
There could be no contract, no writing on paper.
I knew, though. I knew. I’d figured it out. He could make me want him, orgasm, crawl, but he couldn’t make me do mathematical equations, or philosophy, or make me create humanity in him. That took something more than what a mesmer could command.
His fingers stilled, leaving me aching. I groaned at the presence of him inside me, even in such a limited way.
I didn’t want to be a fucktoy? Oh sure.
“Red…” He sounded exasperated. “Okay then. I promise I will free you, after. Until then, if I want to fuck you, I will. Any which way I want to. Now shhh.”
Apparently, he thought we now had an agreement. I wasn’t sure I had signed on the metaphorical line.
Then he lifted me off him until I stood before him, with his hand about my neck. He gave me one sweeping assessment from feet to mouth, ignoring my eyes. Isak freed his cock by pulling down his pants and letting his erection spring free.
I had to admit that made me place my tongue between my lips as I imagined what was coming. My feet shifted apart automatically, as if the slide of him inside me might already be in progress.
Fuck me, please, was on the tip of my questing tongue.
“I know what you meant before about everything. I know the gist of most of your thoughts, Red.” He released my neck.
I grunted, brows kinking.
“I also know that right now you care more about me fucking you than anything else.” Isak rested his fingertip on the crease between my eyes. “It is what it is. Even if I let you go, you won’t be able to climax with any other man. Might want to think on that.”
His finger slipped down the bridge of my nose to my partly open mouth, where he slid it inside me.
I moaned then. I sucked greedily on him, and he smiled that goddamned knowing smile.
“I will always have you, and you know it.”
I didn’t care. Not then. I was swaying and wanting and craving him, even when he undid the two coat-hanger clips and tossed the thing aside. The pain crushed me for a few seconds, and I bent forward, mind swimming.
“Here.” He took me by the waist with both hands and lifted me over him, with ease. Then he lowered me onto his very… hard… cock.
“Fuck.” I hissed as he pushed in, deep, deeper, until sat on him fully impaled and squirming, clamped onto him, feeling my pussy encircle and stretch about the immensity of what felt like an elephant sized cock. It wasn’t, I knew, but it felt enormous – and that’s what counted.
So perfect – that feeling of cock, new cock, newly invading cock. Cock that was exactly where it should be.
My legs were opened across his, parting further when he pushed at them. Beneath me, his thighs felt wet and were getting more so as my arousal leaked.
He kissed me on the mouth. “This is what you need. Right?”
“Mmm-hm,” I mumbled, craning my head back and grunt-moaning as he pumped himself in and out, using hands to lift me and hold me, and his thighs to shove that cock inside.
I had words to tell him, I should tell him.
That man, I saw— It could wait. It had to.
Fuck. His mouth had latched onto a nipple and was applying just the right amount of devotion. Though they’d been recently abused, the rasp of that soft tongue slew me.
He sucked on both my tits as he rocked and rammed at me. The first orgasm hit and went on forever, my muscles rigid as the fury of coming filled my head and body to overflowing. I shook in the glorious rapture of an orgasm and was gasping and limp when he rearranged me over the arm of the sofa so he could take me again, from behind.
The first thrust slapped wetly in, and he forced my face into the soft upholstery. I turned
