Page 91 of Between Never and Forever

When she lined my cock up to her sex this time, I thrust in. I could lie and say I did it softly, but nothing about us was gentle now. She bared down on my cock, but I filled her up with so much enthusiasm, her hands dug into the curve of the chair and it scraped against the wooden stage floor.

She screamed as I pulled back and thrust into her again.

“Fuck, heartbreaker. You wrapped around me so perfectly, so tight, like you need it. You do need me, don’t you? Need me here to show you what it’s like to feel it all, huh?”

She cried out on the third thrust as I pushed the device a bit farther. “I’m going to come. Oh God.”

“No one, not even a god, can fuck you like me, heartbreaker. I own this ass and this pussy. I’m going to take them over and over again until you learn. Until you’re ruined. Until all you want is me.”

“I know, I know,” she whimpered as her breaths panted out to the rhythm our hips set. “It’s all I want now.”

“What do you want?” I grabbed her hair, fucking her even harder, needing her to say it.

“I want you everywhere.”

“Yeah? How?”

“I want your eyes on me, your cock in me, your hands over me. I want you everywhere all the time.”

“That’s fucking right.” I grunted hard with each thrust. “You’re. Mine. My future wife. Fucking mine. You might perform for the world, Kee, but they’ll only ever get a sliver of a version of you. I’m going to take all of you from now on.”

And the idea cemented into me as she screamed out, her pussy tightening around me like a vise, like it was dying of thirst and my cum was its only hydration. I emptied myself into her as she convulsed around me.

She crumpled into the chair, but I pulled her close, her back to my front, and leaned back so I could take her weight on me. I let her milk the aftershocks from both of us as I rubbed over her clit, feeling her arousal and my cum still there. Then I swirled it up over her stomach onto her tits.

She shivered. “Dex, I’m too sensitive.”

I hummed into her neck. “You’re fucking irresistible on this stage is what you are.”

She chuckled. “We’re going to need a new chair for my performances and probably a new mic too.”

She mentioned just those things, but with her in my arms, I knew there was so much more that was needed. She’d been taken advantage of too many times to count, and now I had her under my roof, under my care, under my protection, and she’d allowed it. She’d begged for it. Said she wanted it. Wanted me to watch her every move.

She shifted and started to get up when I didn’t respond to her. “Sorry. We probably should get back so you can—”

I held her down. “Give me a second, heartbreaker. I’m still processing how much I like fucking you.”

She turned to look at me, and then she fucking did me in by rotating on my cock. Lifting her leg over my chest, she turned so she could be face-to-face with me. It wasn’t just the maneuver though. Instead of continuing to make light of what we’d done, with a trembling hand, she reached out and pulled me close.

She kissed me softly and wrapped her arms around me, a wordless embrace that spoke volumes of what was to come. The echoes of her song still bounced around my head, her gasps and pleadings, too, amid the silence of that empty theater. The sound of them spoke loudly to me while I was in her arms.

“I’m happy I’ll be with you for now Dex,” she whispered against my ear.

I knew then I was bonded to her forever in the purest and most obsessive way. I could feel how I gravitated toward her, how everything I shouldn’t be doing with her still felt completely right. Through trauma, through hell and back, through warring with my own emotions and coming out bloody and bruised, I knew there was no way I would ever let her go again.

I just had to convince her of that. It wouldn’t be only for now, like she said. It would be forever.

After I put her to bed that night, I got up, even though it was well past midnight and made a call.

“Mitchell, I’m calling about the show.”

“Oh yes. I heard from Ezekiel. I’m—We’regoing to have to talk about—”

“Make sure to send me his number. He and I will have a chat. In the meantime, can I ask why you and he sent my fiancée flowers?”

“Oh, it’s just a courtesy—”

“You send another rose to her, I’ll personally shove every one of the thorns down your throat.”