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Chapter Fourteen

MALLORY

H e’s staring at me like he wants to devour me whole, and right now I just might let him. The pulse in my clit is immense, and I can’t resist rubbing it in circles under his heated gaze, the wetness providing no resistance. A moan escapes my lips as the throbbing in my clit gets worse. I rub it faster, not able to stop with how good it feels. Throwing my head back, I shut my eyes, relishing in the euphoric feel of the sensation and the knowledge that Maverick is watching my every move.

“Fuck…” His words get lost in the wind, or maybe they just get lost in the melody of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Reaching down, I start to insert a finger into my pussy, determined to make this feeling go away before I explode, but an iron grip wraps around my wrist. Eyes flying open, they collide with Maverick’s blazing blue eyes. I don’t get any words out before he flips me over onto all fours. My knees digging into the hard ground beneath us, the grass doing nothing to shield the bumpy rocks below. My fingers clutch at the grass, nails digging into the dirt as his hand wraps into the hair at the back of my head, pushing it down towards the ground until my cheek is one with the cold grass. The soft blades tickle my nose with every hasty inhale of breath I make. His other hand clutches my hip and pulls it back towards him. “Fuck, Pet… What a beautiful sight you are, dripping and kneeling before me.” The hand on my hip drifts away, only for a moment, before it comes down hard on my ass cheek, a squeal breaking through my lips. A searing pain jolts through my body, but as I’m about to protest, it turns quickly into heat that goes straight to my already throbbing clit. “I’m not a good man, Mallory. I’m going to break you apart, rip you open, and look at everything inside of you. I will ruin you for any other man, and I don’t give a flying fuck how you feel about it.”

His possessive words have my pussy clenching around nothing, beckoning him to take it for himself. I push my hips back against him, trying to give him the hint to fuck me so hard that I forget the horrors that we’re living in, just for a moment. His hand grips my hip again, the hand in my hair gripping so tight I’m almost scared he’ll leave a bald spot, and then I feel the slick head of his cock at my entrance. Pushing my hips back, I chase his cock, showing him exactly where I want him most. Maverick doesn’t make me wait and slams into me in one thrust. Pain rips through me, it feels like he’s tearing my insides apart. A cry falls from my lips, tears pooling in my eyes before dripping down my face. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust; he just starts taking me brutally. The searing pain in my pussy has me scratching at the ground, dirt and grass getting stuck under my once perfectly manicured nails. The pain is almost enough to make me want to stop this sinful act, but soon it ebbs and flows into something I’ve never felt before. He’s hitting a spot inside of me that sends bolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

“This pussy is mine. I will kill anyone else who touches this. You got me, Pet?” His brutal pace doesn’t cease; he tugs my head up from the ground, pulling me to my knees, the hand in my hair sneaking around my neck in an iron grip. “Answer me!” His grip loosens on my neck just enough for me to choke out a few words.

“I’m yours, Maverick. I think I’ve always been yours, waiting for you to find me.” I say through ragged breathing, my hand drifting up and back, gripping his hair between my fingers.

“That’s right, baby.” His hand on my hip drifts down between my legs and strums my clit, making my back arch in his grip. Goddammit, I didn’t know that sex could feel this fucking good. My pussy clenches around his cock, trying to suck him further into my body, the pulsing in my clit reaching a crescendo. “Come for your Master, Pet.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice, the pleasure dam breaks just with his first word. Stars collide in my vision as my orgasm rips through me, my sight going black, and I feel like I’m consumed with Maverick’s touch. His hands gripping me tight against him, using my body for his own pleasure, wringing every last drop of my orgasm out. His thrusts start to stutter as he reaches his own climax, hand rubbing tight, almost painful circles around my clit. My thighs start to shake with an impossible second orgasm. A whimper drifts from my lips, and I try desperately to pull away from his touch. “Come on, baby, give me another one, you can do it.” His pleasurable coaxing has a scream bursting from my lips as I detonate, flinging Maverick over the cliff with me. I go limp in his arms, and he pushes me back onto the ground. Holding my hips up in his grip as he takes his last bit of pleasure, wringing every drop out of us both.

I can feel his heaving chest against my back; we’re both slick with a sheen of sweat. Maverick pulls out of me gently, and then rolls me over onto my back. His hands were holding my thighs wide open, his eyes glued to the sight before him. I look down to see what he could possibly be admiring down there, and the mess waiting for me has a blush blooming on my cheeks. My pussy is streaked with come and pink remnants of my innocence. Utterly embarrassed, I try to pull my thighs closed to shield him from the mess of my destroyed pussy, but he holds them tight in his grip and glares up at me through his lashes. “Don’t ever deny me a meal.” What the fuck is he talking about? I’m not really sure how he can be thinking about food while he’s staring at the massacre between my thighs. Before I can even ask him what he means, he’s diving between my legs, warm tongue lapping up the mess that he made. As my pleasure starts to ramp back up again, he’s back on his knees and leaning over my face. “Open.” The one-word command has my lips springing open, tongue sticking out in offering. He spits the contents in his mouth onto my waiting tongue, and I have to resist the urge to gag. The look of pride in his eyes has me steeling myself, holding the contents on my tongue, waiting for my next instruction. Drool starts to drip from the corner of my mouth, but I wait there like a good pet. “Swallow the last pure part of yourself, Mallory, because going forward all you’ll ever be is my dirty little pet.” Tucking my tongue back into my mouth, I swallow down the contents with a gulp. “That’s my good girl.”

His praise sends a shiver down my spine, straight to my abused core. How is it even possible that I’m getting wet again after all of that? Maverick rolls to my side in the grass, and pulls me onto his chest. My head lies against his sweat-covered skin, his heart beating to an erratic tempo under my cheek. Fingers brush through my hair, softly untangling the knots that formed there. I can feel his come dripping from my pussy, and the warm, sticky feeling has me rubbing my thighs together. He seems to notice my discomfort and pushes us both up to a sitting position. I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, because honestly, I’m exhausted and completely content with lying here covered in come and sweat. Without a word he scoops me up bridal style and carries us over to the stream, wading in until the water is just above his knees. He sits on the rocky stream floor with me in his lap, lukewarm water flowing over my waist, having my nipples pebbling and goosebumps erupting on my skin.

Reaching down, I scoop up some of the water and use it to wipe the dirt and sweat from my face and neck. Maverick mirrors my movements and then turns me around to sit between his legs. He grips my thighs and spreads my legs open, baring me to the lukewarm current, but before I can even think about closing my legs again, he has them trapped with his own, anchoring my legs where he wants them. A gentle hand comes to the apex of my thighs, and with the water and the pads of his fingers, he wipes away the remnants of our hookup in the grass. Once he’s satisfied with my cleanliness, he washes my back and arms off. I motion for him to turn around, and I do the same for him, the dirt and grime streaking off his back in ripples. Maverick stands from the water, walking towards the packs, and pulls out a T-shirt, using it to dry his skin. While he’s drying, I lean back in the water and do my best to scrub the dirt and oil from my stringy hair. As soon as I resemble a drowned rat, I make my way over to Maverick on the shore, and he starts to dry me off with the already damp T-shirt. We both dress in our previous clothes, and it makes me groan having to put them on over my clean skin.

“Is there any way we can get some new clothes? Preferably ones that actually fit? ” I say as I hold out my arms to my side to emphasize just how much I swim in the clothing. Maverick appraises me and finally sighs and gives me a nod.

“Yeah, I’m sure we can find you something somewhere. Let’s get going before it gets dark, looks like it’s only about one in the afternoon if I’m correct with the sun.” He points up to the sky with one hand while reaching into one of the packs with the other. He takes out a weird straw thing attached to what looks like a giant IV bag. Maverick walks over to the shore, his boots sinking into the sand, and motions me towards him. “Here, hold this for me.” He says while handing me the bag, and he takes the straw thing and sticks it into the water and presses a button on the side. Water starts to shoot up the clear tubing and into the bag, quickly filling it. Once it’s full, Maverick clicks the button again and then screws a cap at the bottom of the bag before dislocating the straw and tubing. He grabs the bag and walks back to his pack, securing it to the top handle with a carabiner clip. “In a few hours this should be purified enough for us to drink.” He slips the pack onto his shoulders and helps me with the other, and then grabs my hand and starts to tug me away from the stream. “We better get a move on.” I look behind me as the stream gets smaller in my view, sad that we have to leave this beautiful memory behind, but excited for the prospect of finding new clothes.