“Umm…”
He brings his hand downhardon my right cheek, followed immediately by the left.
“You’re more eloquent than that. Don’t ‘umm’ me. I know you know the answer. Tell me.”
He’s pulling at my waistband now, and I finally catch up and realize he’s mad at the pants.
“The pants! I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the pants. I’m sorry you don’t like the pants.”
He chuckles darkly, and it makes my blood run cold. “I love the pants, baby. They hug your perfect curves in all the right places. You look like a delectable little slut, showing off what she’s got and waiting for someone to take it. What I don’t love is that you wore them out of the fucking house for every man in here tonight to see. And they all looked. I saw them. Lee certainly looked. Do you know what he said to me to make me snap?”
He’s cutting my pants from my body in a much more civilized manner than he did my top.
I shake my head.
“He wanted to fuck you, Angel. He wanted to see your titties bounce in his face.He wanted to know if you’re on birth control.Are you on birth control, Sloane?”
I shake my head again.
“No, you’re not, are you? Because you’re mine, and you give me that perfect little cunt raw anytime I want it so I can put a baby in you. Yet you can walk around anywhere, looking like a fucking goddess among men, and no man would have a single indication that you’re taken, would they? Rest assured, we’re fixing that tonight, baby. In more ways than one. Now. Don’tmove a muscle. Bite down on this if you need to, butbe still,”he says, handing me my balled-up leather top.
With that, Ledger stands back, and I barely have time to feel the coolness from the blade hitting my skin before he’s cutting into me. I bite down on the leather in my mouth as he continues carving into my skin. My body tries to buck on instinct, but he uses his other hand to hold me down on the couch. He’s already done before I realize he’s carved his initials into my ass. Any pain I was experiencing is immediately replaced by the overwhelming euphoria of being claimed so savagely.
“Much better. Now anyone who sees your ass will know who you belong to, Angel.”
He grabs one of my ass cheeks and squeezes, and I feel the warm stream of blood dripping from the fresh cut. I gasp as the hot, piercing pain shoots straight to my clit.Fuck,I was hoping it would be like this. Despite my best efforts to be good, I smile, and he sees it.
He kicks my legs out wider with his feet, and my head hits the couch cushion when I feel his body heat on mine. With no warning, he slides into me in one thrust, his heavy balls slapping my clit as he settles in to the hilt. His rumbling groan is exactly how I feel, but my relief sounds more like a strangled whine into the couch cushion. Ledger fucks me steadily and deeply, with every one of his piercings feeling as good as I remember. Time has no meaning for me as I float, feeling his ladder tug on my entrance with every thrust, his thighs hitting my raw, sore ass, my nipples chafing against the fabric of the couch…I come back to myself a bit when he wraps my ponytail around his fist again, and I feel the angle change as he bends one of my knees onto the couch arm.
“Ledger…please…” I beg because at this point, I think any pressure on my clit will push me over the edge, but if I don’t come soon, I’m going to die.
“Is your little whore cunt tired, baby? We can move on.”
I’m too tired to scream, but I let out a pitiful gasp as he drops my head back to the couch and my leg to the floor before pulling out of me completely and leaving me feeling devastatingly empty.
“I don’t keep lube here for obvious reasons, but I think we can get enough blood dripping from where I carved my initials in your skin to provide what your ass is going to need.”
I tense up and immediately try to stand from the couch, but a heavy hand keeps me in place.
“Good girls get cum in their pussies, baby. But we’ve established how bad you’ve been, haven’t we?”
For some reason, this makes me panic. Ledger has always treated coming inside me with such reverence and as such an honor, and now he’s denying me. It’s all I want, and it feels incredibly wrong. Before I know it, I’m full-on sobbing.Fuck, I read about the emotional release, but this is brutal.
“Tell me, Sloane,” he says, rubbing soothing circles up and down my back.
“I love you,” I scream. “Please. I love you, I’m sorry, but you promised. Youpromisedyou wouldn’t come anywhere else, and Ineedit. I don’t want it anywhere else. You said you wouldn’t…until I was…and I’m not…unless you’re tired of me?” I can’t do anything except sob with my entire body at this point, but I feel myself being gently picked up and turned to straddle Ledger’s lap.
“Shh…my sweet girl. I’m sorry. You’re right. Forgive me. You’re right about where it goes. I would never deny you that. I could never be tired of you. Put me back in and ride me, baby.”
I’m still hovering somewhere between a dream and reality, but I’m aware enough to know I’ve just been given permission to take what I want, so I do. Rising on shaky legs, I guide Ledger’s thick head to my entrance before sinking down inch by inch until my hips are flush with his.
Ledger’s head falls back onto the couch as I ride him, my rhythm steady. “Mmm, fuck yes. Faster, baby.”
I try my best, but I can barely pick up the pace without it hurting where I’ve been cut open.
“Sloane, faster. I need youfaster,”he growls, his whole body tensing up.
“Help me,” I whisper. My entire body radiates pain from his punishments, and I'm not up to the task of riding this man how he wants right now.
