Chapter 29 Athrill runs through me. A thrill unlike any I've experienced before. Not even when I've infiltrated the most secure systems. Liora is here with me. And she wants to play. "You have such a pretty cunt." I kiss it and thrust my tongue up inside her. "But I think I want to feel you beneath me when I make you come for the first time." I push her down on the cold, leather sofa, loving the eruption of goose bumps across her pretty, pale skin. She rolls easily to her belly, but then I'm on her, on top of her, pinning her hands and wrists between us. She makes a yelping noise, but considering the dirty things we've already done, this shouldn't surprise her. Quickly, I clean the toy while holding her down with my chest, but a moment later I reach beneath her until it's back on her clit before I hook the other, longer curved wing inside of her. "Holy fuck!" she screams, only for it to be stifled by the gag, the vibrations both internal and external more than a little intense. She bucks back against me, trying to free her hands, and I let them go because I told her I wouldn't remove that freedom from her. Even if I want to. I adjust the toy a little, making sure I have it straight on her G-spot and clit. She hits and yanks at the couch, even reaching back to pull at me. And the sexiest fucking thing? She's grinding against the couch, rocking and fucking into the toy at the same time. It's unbelievable, and I can't help but rub my cock through my slacks against her ass. She is exquisite. Undeniably incredible. I slide down her body, taking her legs and moving them on either side of my shoulders. She makes a noise of protest, likely because I'm practically face deep in her ass and cunt, but she'll get over it. I push my hand into her back for two reasons. One, so she doesn't fall off the couch, and two, so she knows I'm still commanding her. But I also want to see this. "Come on, pretty girl. Don't get shy on me." Her head thrashes, and I slip a finger in beside the toy, pumping it in and out so she feels the extra sensation and I can feel what this is doing to her. "Oh god. Vander. Fuck!" I can just barely make out her words, but watching her cunt fucking drip all over my expensive leather as she fucks it has me leaking into my briefs. She's so turned on. So close. I flip her back over, unable to decide how I want her tonight. So many ways. All the ways. But her face is so pretty, and so are her tits, and I need all of her. As much as I can get. There is no enough. I spread her legs wide and watch the toy and her pussy and how she's now leaking into her ass. And with it, I pull my finger from her cunt and slip it in there, pumping slowly, almost gently in comparison to how the toy is rough. Her face pinches up and she's gripping the leather, her nails digging in, likely marking it. And when her orgasm bursts through her a moment later, making her arch off the couch and cling to it at the same time, I come with her, shooting straight into my pants like a fucking kid. It shocks me, and I groan a low curse, my eyes glued to her blindfolded face and heaving tits and clenching pussy as I come, rubbing myself against her leg that's on my lap for extra friction. I hadn't even realized I was there or that I could come like this with little to no contact, but yeah. Here we are. I don't even care. With her like this, I'll be hard again in a minute, and now I'll last longer than... that. I'll need it for what I have planned. Except it doesn't stop. It keeps going for her because I haven't removed the toy or lessened the intensity. "You chose punishment," I remind her when she starts to fight it. "That means your pleasure is mine to command." I grab her hips and lift her up and onto my lap so I can brush her lips with mine. She straddles me and it pushes the toy in deeper. It also vibrates my wet cock, so there's that too. "I love the way you squirm when I tease you." I start pumping up, using the toy to fuck her. She loses it, biting the gag and ripping at my hair as her face falls to my shoulder, and she shudders and quakes. She's gone on this, and yep, hard again already. "Do you feel that rush of excitement and fear knowing you're completely at my mercy?" I whisper in her ear. "This toy only gets turned off when I say so. I want all your orgasms, Angel. All your sweet cum. Nothing makes me hotter than you, baby." "Oh! AH!" she cries and grips my shoulders, her nails ripping into my flesh as another orgasm tears through her. It's just as intense as the first one, and I can already tell she can't take much more of this. As much as I'd like to keep her going with endless orgasms all night, she's not quite ready for that yet. Using the remote, I lower the pressure to a gentle hum, and she sags and sighs, sinking into me, already spent. I shift her around from side to side as I take off my pants and wet, sticky briefs, smiling to myself that I came that way. I pull the blindfold from her eyes. "You made me come." Her head pops up, her eyes lazy and drugged, her expression curious and surprised. "I did?" she garbles. "Yep. That's never happened to me before. My girl is too sexy. But is she ready for more?" Her eyes widen, but slowly she nods. "Can I move you?" Another nod. "Such a good angel. So perfect." I suck one of her tits into my mouth. "God, Liora. You really are heaven." I inhale her skin, loving how she smells like her and me and us. I kiss her over the gag, playing with her lips and running my fingers through her hair. Giving her a minute because she's still breathing hard after that second orgasm. When I think she's ready, I bring her back down to the couch and hike her boneless legs up so I can drizzle some lube straight onto her asshole. A shiver takes over her, and she pushes my shoulder to stop me. I freeze and meet her eyes. "First time or I don't like it or I don't want that tonight?" I ask, suddenly filled with worry that I've gone too far too fast without checking with her. She holds up a finger, indicating the first one. Fuck, do I love that. Still... "Are you okay with this or do you want me to stop?" She holds up another finger. I pull the gag from her mouth and kiss her, tasting her, savoring her. "I'll go slow and be as gentle as I can be," I promise against her lips. "I'll take care of you. But I want all of your firsts to be mine. Tell me yes if you want this too." She must hear the desperation in my voice because, to my shock, she whispers, "Yes." "Yes?" I question needing to be sure. I get a soft smile. "All my firsts have always been yours. This one too." I kiss her again, holding her face in my hand, suddenly as nervous with her as I was the first time I took her other virginity. As she reminded me, it wasn't her most enjoyable night, though I did try like hell for it to be. "I'm going to leave this on you." I tap the toy still vibrating gently against her clit and G-spot. "It'll help." She blinks those sweet baby blues up at me before they snap down to my lubed hand slowly jerking my dick. "Holy shit, Vander." She emits a shaky laugh. "That's not going to fit. And your piercings..." "It'll fit." I suck on her bottom lip. "But if you don't like it or you simply want me to stop, you tell me, and I stop." "You've said that to me before." I smile and lick her lips. "Because I meant it that night as much as I mean it now. All I want is to make you feel good. It's all I ever want." I use my lubed-up fingers to play with her ass while I kiss her, getting her relaxed and comfortable with the sensation, stretching her so I'll fit. There's no part of her body I don't want as mine. I tried to stay away. I tried to play it safe. Then I had her that first night, and that was it. I was done. Irreconcilably done. I still don't know her secrets, but I don't care. Liora isn't involved in whatever scheme her father is. I know it. She just needs time to understand and learn that I'm not going anywhere. Not this time. I'm in this. The rest I'll figure out. Her hands glide down the planes of my shoulders and arms and around my back. She holds me to her, kissing me back, telling me this is what she wants too, even if she can't say the words yet. I turn up the intensity a little on the vibrator and scissor my fingers in her ass. She's moaning and rocking into me, seeking more, wanting to come, but I can't have her do that just yet. That has to happen with me inside her. I pull back and slide her so she's supine on the couch, and I can crawl on it and get into a more comfortable position for both of us, which isn't so easy on this thing since I'm just a big guy but whatever. "You're going to stain your couch." "Good. Then every time I see it, I'll think of this." Lining myself up, I press in at an agonizingly slow rate. In, then back out. In, then back out. Over and over, I push into her this way, going a little deeper each time. She tenses when I reach a certain point, and I know it must sting. I play with her nipples, pinching and twisting and bending so I can suck on them. Her tits are so fucking pretty, and I tell her that as I use my lower abdomen to press on her toy. "Oh!" And with that oh, I thrust all the way in. "Shit." She pulls the hair flopping on my forehead as hard as she can, and I wince. "You okay?" I ask though I can barely get the words out. "Yes. Maybe. Are you?" "Yes. Definitely. You can pull my hair like that anytime I'm in your ass." Because damn, is she tight and hot and fuuuuck, does it feel good. Like so good, I'm insanely happy I came in my pants because otherwise, that's exactly what I'd be doing this very second. "Tell me when I can move." Because if it's not soon, I might die. "You can move." Thank God. I groan, and yeah, a whimper might also escape because I don't think anything in my life has ever felt better than this. Sweat coats my forehead and back, and I blow out breath as I rock gently forward. "I'm going to make you come so hard with this toy in your cunt and me in your ass." "I want that." Her hands slide above her head so she can grip the arm of the sofa. The motion brings her tits up for me, and I lick a ring around one nipple and then the other. I adjust her legs, bringing them up higher onto my shoulders. "I'm gonna start slow and then fuck you till you can't take anymore." And that's what I do. I press in until there's no more space for me to fill and then slide back, letting her feel my piercings as they rub the inner walls of her ass. I can feel the vibration from her pussy, and it's only heightening this. Liora moans as I rock forward, and that sweet sound is everything. Her moans make me harder than anything. There's nothing I want more than her pleasure. And I'm going to make her love this until she craves it. Until she begs for me to fill her ass over and over. My hands plant into the couch on either side of her head, and I position myself so I'm hovering above her, my knees firmly in the leather to give me the perfect angle and leverage with her knees by my ears. Plus now I have her eyes. Her legs are already trembling and I dig in, thrusting in and out, pumping with strong strokes that have us both winded. "Vander," she whispers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Yes, baby. That's it. You feel so good. Does it feel good for you?" She nods. "I want it harder. Can you fuck me harder?" Christ, I love this woman. "Anything you want, Angel, is yours." I pick up my pace and shift one hand to her hip so I can drive into her faster. It doesn't take long for either of us. I'm barely hanging on, and with me in her ass and the vibrator pulsing on her clit and G-spot, she's right there with me. Words I can no longer hold back start slipping from my lips. "I want you. Not just now. Not just like this. I want you. I'm in this as much as I'm in you. I always have been." My eyes hold hers, and I fuck into her faster and harder than I have to this point. I see the moment it happens. The moment her orgasms hit her. It's not just in her pussy or from her clit. It's in her ass too. I can feel it as she clenches and rolls and pulls me down to her so she can hold on and scream into me. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, a sharp bite, and my hips jerk in response. I fuck her through her orgasm with short, tight thrusts until I can't hold off another second. "Come in me," she demands. "I want to feel it." Shit. My head flings back, and a roar catapults from somewhere in my chest as I come in her ass. I was going to pull out, but her telling me to come in her was too good to resist. I've never come like this. To the point where I see fucking stars and feel like I'm going to pass out. I collapse onto her, dead weight and unable to move, still inside of her. "Are you alive?" she asks after a quiet moment. "No. That was..." "Can you turn off the vibrator?" Oh. I laugh, my chest rumbling into hers, making her laugh too. "Crap! Don't make me laugh." I laugh harder and slap around with my hand in search of the remote so I can turn it off, but I don't know where it is, and I can't move that well yet. With a reach between us, I gently remove the toy and drop it on the couch. "Better?" "Much." She sighs and pulls me back to her, holding me right against her. "You're still inside me." "I don't want to move. You feel too good." "But I'm leaking." "I'll just have to fuck my cum back into you." "Out of my ass, Vander." "Yes, ma'am." I smile as I slowly pull myself out of her. "Good boy." I belt out a laugh, and my face falls to her chest. I bite her nipple because I can, and she just fucking called me good boy. "You didn't do my face, so I don't have to be your good boy." "Maybe later then." Her thighs and arms wrap around me, and she releases a contented hum. And for the first time in my life, I realize this is what true happiness actually feels like. It's contentment in its purest form. Her. It's Liora. She's my happiness. "You're sleeping with me tonight." I kiss her so she can't argue as I move us up and off the couch. She's in my arms, and I carry her up the stairs, still kissing her, never wanting to stop. I bring her straight into my shower and wash and massage every inch of her. I take care of her as I said I would. And as I wrap us both up in my bed, her wearing another one of my shirts, I vow that I'll do that for her always. Whether she lets me or not. My mind drifts back as I stare at her face. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I finished turning on the flashlights and lantern so we could see and pulled the bottle of brandy from my backpack. I didn't want her drunk or even buzzed. Just relaxed. We'd talked about tonight a lot, my mind dizzy with it, but I wasn't going to rush anything. Not with her. And she was nervous. "Where'd you get that?" she asked softly, her face glowing in shadows from the obscure lights we had set up in the old mattress warehouse. "My parents' liquor cabinet." My eyebrows bounced, and I flashed a wolfish grin. "It's the good stuff." "Won't they miss it?" "Nah. They hardly ever drink it." I uncorked it, the bottle making a small pop as I freed it. "I never got that. Why buy expensive booze if you're not going to drink it?" I shrugged. "I think it's an old person thing." "Must be," she agreed and started to worry her lip with her teeth. "I've never had it before. Is it strong?" "Don't worry, Angel. I'll take care of you." I hoped she knew I meant that for more than just the few sips I was going to let her have. I hoped she knew I meant that about everything. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. "Can I taste it?" I brought the bottle over to her, and she took a dainty swig, coughing lightly as it went down. "It's good." She licked her lips. "You like it?" She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. "I like you." My heart thumped painfully in my chest. We'd been together a year, and I couldn't get enough of her. Part of me was afraid that would always be the case. That I'd found my one at such a young age. I stared into her pretty eyes and said, "I more than like you." I swallowed, nerves hitting me hard, but she needed to know. I cupped her face and held her close to me. "Actually, I'm in love with you." A smile like I'd never seen on her lit her face, and she kissed me, whispering the sweetest words I'd ever heard into my lips. "I love you too." I blink, coming back to the woman in my arms. Coming back from the past to the present, shocked that I get this with her. This second chance. The one I'll fight for and die for. And like that night, I need to tell her. Just as she falls asleep, her breaths evening out, I whisper, "I more than like you. Actually, I'm in love with you."