“If I want to put my fingers in your mouth, your only job is to suck.” He slipped his thumb between her lips, pressing on the seam until she yielded and parted for him. “Or my dick.” He angled his hips toward her mouth.
Mia nipped his thumb, thrilled when he retaliated by pulling his finger from her mouth and cupping the back of her head to push her forward. She let the head of his erection slip into her mouth without much resistance but allowed her teeth to graze the length.
“Bitch.” There was a strong note of arousal underlying the word as he inserted himself so deeply, she gagged. “That mouth is mine, Mia. That tongue and those sharp little teeth. I own them, and if I demand those lips wrap around my cock, that’s my right.”
“Fuck you.” His shaft muffled the words and hid the pleasure in her voice as he roughly thrust in and out of her mouth. She didn’t try to bite him as he used her without regard for her pain or pleasure. Mia should hate how turned on that made her, but she was too engrossed in their battle of wills to care about her own depravity.
“Suck me.” The cords in his neck throbbed as he made the request while thrusting even harder and deeper inside her mouth.
She complied, applying suction while stroking the corona with the broad part of her tongue. His hands tightened in her hair, holding her immobile as he surged to the back of her throat, his length hardening and twitching. Copious amounts of his release flooded her mouth, pouring down her throat and out her lips.
Temporarily satisfied, he released her head and withdrew from her mouth. His gaze was dark with lust and rage as he watched her wipe away the traces of his satisfaction.
Shane moved quickly, shoving her back to sprawl on the lounge. He cupped one of her breasts, gently rubbing the nipples. “Who owns these, Mia?”
She glared at him but couldn’t suppress a small moan as he deftly stroked the sensitive peaks, making them crinkle to the point of pain.
“If I want to taste them, I will. If I want to lick and suck your tits, you won’t stop me.” Suddenly, he twisted her nipple viciously between his thumb and finger, making her cry out from the sharp pain. “If I want to pull on them or bite them, I will. It’s my right to clamp your nipples for hours, if I choose, and then watch you writhe in agony and pleasure when I take them off. Your beautiful breasts are mine, Mia, and I will not allow you to deny me access to what’s mine.”
He bent down beside her as he loosened his painful hold, but she barely had time to react to the lessening ache before his lips clamped around the abused bud, alternating between gentle and hard pressure. When he bit her with enough force to make her scream, a jolt shot through her pussy at the same time the dart of pain abraded her nerve-endings.
Shane lifted his head, letting her nipple fall from his mouth as his hand moved lower to cup her stomach. “This soft skin is mine, Mia. If I want to jerk off and come on your abdomen, that’s my right. If I want to pour champagne into the little dip of your navel and lick it away, I will. I own it. I own every inch of you.”
She shook her head in denial even as her body sang with need and arousal.
His palm pressed a little harder against her stomach, and his expression took on a new intensity that was both disturbing and exhilarating. “If I want to put my seed inside you and watch your stomach swell with my baby, that’s also my right. I own every part of you, from your smart mouth to your sweet little pussy and even your womb.”
“No.” Her first word was a sharp crack in the room, and she jumped with surprise. “No way.” Her intense, vehement denial was for herself as much as him, because the dark part of her that recognized Shane’s claim sang with joy at the prospect of nurturing his child. It was a strange response considering she had never wanted children before and had always thought she never would.
It made perfect sense because it was the ultimate mark of ownership. Nothing broadcasted to the world that a man had taken a woman like the proof of his baby inside her.
That didn’t mean it was a good idea, and the rational part of her was horrified at the idea. “Did you really give me birth control or was that just an excuse to tag me like a fucking animal?”
“Both.” His hand moved lower, and he snorted with amusement when one of his fingers slipped inside her wet heat with no resistance. “It’s obvious who owns this sweet patch of heaven, Mia. Your body can’t even pretend it isn’t true.” Another finger joined the first, and he pressed them deeply inside her sheath. “I can have this whenever and wherever I want. Your cunt belongs to me, and if I want to pound you against the wall in the middle of the subway, that’s my right.”
She closed her eyes, unable to refute his assertion as he stroked her clit while fingering her. Her body hummed with arousal and the expectation of release, and she was too lost in the pleasure to deny his words or try to evade his ministrations. “Fuck…” she whispered.
“Soon.” His hand left her needy slit just as she hovered on the edge of release.
She wasn’t surprised by the dick move, but she still glared at him.
“Stand up and bend over the back of the lounge, Mia.”
Just to be contrary, and because the lack of orgasm had left her surly, she glared at him and crossed her arms while leaving her legs splayed wide. His gaze settled on the slippery folds, still bared from her recent shave at his hands, and his control was obviously barely hanging by a thread.
“Now.” When she still refused to comply with his order, Shane stood and hoisted her to her feet with his good arm. He dragged her around the lounge until she was bent over it in the position he desired—her breasts pressed against the top and dangling over, along with her arms, her butt tipped upward, and her legs spread wide.
When he clenched one of her cheeks in his hand, she stiffened. This move made perfect sense on his part, and she’d half-expected it in the back of her mind, but she was still terrified. “Please don’t, Shane.”
He ignored her plea as his thumb slipped between her cheeks. “This is mine.” His voice was deep and smoky with arousal. “I own this hole, just like I own every other part of you.”
She whimpered from mingled fear and need when his hand moved lower, his fingers dipping into her liquid heat. Mia bit her lip and grasped the fabric of the lounge with her hands when his cock nudged against her buttocks. To her surprise, he moved lower, his length replacing his fingers.
She was amazed by his mercy when he surged inside her pussy instead of her back passage, but gratitude faded in a blur as his finger returned to the stubborn ring of muscles between her clenched cheeks.
“Who owns you, Mia?”
She shook her head, still denying him the answer he wanted. His heavy sigh transmitted through her body as he pressed closer. Shane’s penis lodged deep inside her as his finger stretched her dark entrance. Her juices provided ample lubrication for his questing finger, and she whimpered with protest and a jolt of desire when his finger breached her.
