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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Skylar

I stick my tongue out of my mouth as I mess with my roots.

The dirty blond is starting to show again and I glance at the bottles on the bathroom counter to see what I should choose next. Aqua is pretty, but I do get kind of bored with it. Orange could be fun… unless it would make me look like a Cheeto. I haven’t had hot green in a second either.

I’m stopped when I hear the unmistakable sound of the thousands of locks on the front door unbolting. Cassius has been paranoid about security ever since there was a break-in a couple of doors down a few months ago, so every time he comes home, it’s very obvious. My heart immediately perks up knowing he’s home. He went out to his boxing gym tonight while I took a nice bubble bath and enjoyed my time off work. I’m not the greatest cook, but I hope he notices the meal I left for him on the kitchen table. It’s just a prepackaged meal I bought at the grocery store, but?—

A hard hand clamping down on the back of my neck has me yelping. I would freak out if I didn’t know that touch by heart. Cassius yanks me back, spins me around, and crashes his lips against mine. Trying to recover from the shock, I flail and knock over all the bottles on the counter, but he doesn’t care. Instead, he anchors his hands under my ass and lifts me onto the surface, dumping me roughly and forcing my legs to wrap around his waist.

“C-Cass,” I stutter, only able to break the kiss for a single moment before his mouth is on me again. It’s a feeling of utter domination, of being claimed, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. With my stomach swooping, I throw my hands around his neck and drag him down so I can give in properly. After a second, I grow a bit dizzy, so I place a hand on his chest to push him back. “W-What are you d-doing?”

“Want you,” he growls as he nips right under my chin. Without asking permission, he’s shoving my shirt up until it catches on my jaw, and I have no choice but to lift my arms for him. “Need you, sunshine.”

I nod rapidly and cry out when he grips me through my shorts. “Okay, yeah, totally. We can go to my room and mess around?—”

“No,” he snarls, one long purposeful stroke driving me mad. “ Now .”

I can only give him a single nod before I’m slipped off the counter and spun over. I’m bent in half, and he reaches to force my hands to hold on to the faucet.

“Don’t move them,” he commands into my ear, taking a moment to nip at my lobe as he pulls my shorts over my ass. He hums in appreciation as he smooths his hand across one cheek. “So fucking perfect. You stay right here, sunshine. Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

I whimper at his tone. So authoritative. So demanding. Like he won’t take no for an answer, even though we both know that if I wanted this to stop, it’d stop. I hear his footsteps receding as he goes into the other room, and I try to wait as patiently as I can, but it’s hard. My dick is trapped uncomfortably between the edge of the counter, but the bite of pain is so nice. I start thrusting lightly, rubbing myself, trying to get some much-needed friction until he returns.

After two minutes, I start to whine. He’s taking his sweet time, and while I don’t know what he has planned, he has to do something. Now . I’m dying over here.

“Cassy!” I call out, gripping the faucet harder as I try to rein in my control and not break his command. “Please! Come back!”

I don’t know what makes tears spring to my eyes. I’m not usually a crier during sex, but I feel so beautifully powerless right now. I’m being forced to wait for something I really want—something I’m assuming will end in mutual orgasms—and it’s such a sweet torture.

Finally, Cassius’s hand lands on the back of my head. He pets me softly, but his tone is still harsh and gruff when he speaks. “Are you crying because you think I’m not going to give you what you need?”

I sniffle through a nod, and he chuckles.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. You’re going to get off, sunshine. Just be my good princess and let me take care of you. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I trust you with everything,” I say. I try to let go of the faucet so I can turn and kiss him, but he pushes me back down when I try to stand. “Please, I just want to?—”

“I don’t care what you want,” he says. “All you have to do is just take it.”

He pulls apart my cheeks, and when a lubed finger circles my hole, I whimper. “Yes, please!”

“Stop that,” he rasps, smacking my ass when I try to push back against him. “Repeat after me. All I have to do is take it .”

I shake my head. It’s not that I don’t want to listen, but I’m just too lost in this moment to care. The unintelligible babbles I’m letting out would be borderline embarrassing were it not my best friend pulling them from me. “Cassius?—”

Another smack to my ass. It stings so nicely. The pain radiates from the impact area and spreads down my thighs and to my toes just as he eases the tip of his finger in. “ All I have to do is take it .”

“All I—” I cough through my tears, my head hanging as I go completely still for him. “All I have to do is take it. Make me take it, Cass.”

He chuckles and rolls his forehead against my bare back. With one last smack to my ass, he kisses the side of my head. “Okay, sunshine. Just hold on for me. Don’t let go.”

I nod and release the most satisfied moan when he fully slips his finger in. He circles it gently, such a contrast to his rough words and angry energy. For a second, it feels so nice to be treated like a porcelain doll. Something sweet and soft as he adds a second, then a third, and starts scissoring me open. But then, it shifts. Something more primal and dangerous emerges when he slides his fingers out and growls, “Okay. Now you’re ready for me.”

I hold my breath in preparation. I’m beyond ready for all of him. He’s so big and thick and delicious and?—

But that’s not what I feel sliding inside me. Out of shock—and maybe a touch of indignation—I whip my head back. My eyes widen and my jaw drops when I see he’s using one of my dildos to fuck me. It’s super hot, but that’s not what makes me whimper. “Cass, I don’t think I can take it.”

The toy isn’t your average one. It’s not one uniform size like my other fake cocks. This one was a part of some beast collection the sex shop had just stocked. It’s sized like an average dick at the top, but then slowly grows bigger and bigger until it tapers into a flat platform you can use to suction onto the floor. I’ve never used it beyond a few inches, but that seems to be his plan.

“I think you can take it for me, sunshine,” he whispers, fucking me slowly at first with just the tip, his hand glistening with the amount of lube he applied to it. “Now, don’t make me spank you again for being a brat and not listening. Get back into fucking place and let me rail you with this fat cock.”

The way I rush to comply is almost hilarious. Trembling from arousal, I bend over again and squeal when he pushes another inch in, this one opening me up wider. It continues like this for a few minutes. He lets me get used to the size, then pushes more in. He’s soothing and comforting, murmuring nothing but words of encouragement and praise, but there’s a hint of tension in his voice. Cassius is a nice guy, but right now, it’s like he’s just pretending to be one. Like he’s holding that raging beast back to make sure I’m comfortable before wrecking me. When I finally feel the base of the toy, I’m so fucking full. My toes curl and I squirm as he lets it rest inside me.

“Nice deep breaths,” he instructs as he runs his hand up and down my back. “You’re going to need to remember how to breathe for what I have planned for you.”

“I’m ready,” I plead, turning my head so I can rest my cheek against the cool counter. “Do it, Cass. Take me.”

He must like my words because his trapped cock twitches against the back of my thigh. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy.”

I whimper. “Fuck yes.”

He slides the toy out slowly. “Want me to claim it? Want me to ruin it?”

“Yes!” I cry as tears rush down my cheeks. “Yes, I— Fuck !”

The neighbors have to hear the scream I let out as he plunges the entire toy inside me all at once. I actually jerk forward and hit my head against the mirror, but he doesn’t care. One hand grabs my shoulder and drags me back so he can keep fucking me. Out of instinct and desire, I try to chase the feeling of being forced. I try to escape him and the toy, but he keeps yanking me back. I’m so delirious that I start laughing through my tears, lulling my head back and forth as overwhelming pleasure consumes me. I’m so lost to it all, but he won’t have that.

He digs his fingers into my hair and yanks my head up. I meet his violent stare in the mirror and a pulse of cum leaks from my cock. He’s smiling wickedly, the thrusting motion of his arm so obscene.

And he only makes it hotter when he opens his mouth.

“Watch me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Not on purpose, but because my body doesn’t know if it wants to listen. I want to give in, but I also want to put up a fight. I’m torn between lying still and rebelling. It’s because?—

“I see…” He chuckles darkly, still fucking me with rough strokes I can feel all over my body. “You need me to force you, don’t you?”

I don’t answer, but keep my eyes shut. It isn’t until I feel a harsh hand strike my cheek that they pop open.

He just slapped me.

Holy fuck, do it again.

“Yes!” I cry, now pushing back against the toy, against his powerful thrusts. I push back and back until I can feel it all the way up my throat. “Cass?—”

Gripping my roots, he forces my head farther back. He works his hand down my face to wrap around my throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but I don’t need it. I’m scrambling for my dick the second he has me in a chokehold.

“Are you going to come?” he asks, an almost mocking lilt to his voice. “Make a pretty mess on the counter you’ll clean up with your tongue?”

I meet his eyes in the mirror, and the smoldering and dangerous haze of blue I see is enough to push me over the edge. With a cry so loud I’m sure I’ve woken up the building, I come all over the edge of the counter. The aftershocks strike me and cause me to twitch as I try to catch my breath.

“N-No more…” I beg when he continues to fuck me gently, but still with long, purposeful strokes. “I c-can’t…”

“It’s okay, sunshine.” He pulls the toy out and dumps it in the sink in front of me. Lifting my weak and boneless body up, he lowers us onto the floor. “You did such a good job.”

He positions my back against his chest and wraps his arms around my middle. Resting his chin on the top of my head, he starts to hum. The sound soothes me and helps put a stop to my lingering shudders of pleasure.

“Wow,” is all I can say.

He brings one of my hands up to his lips, and I can feel the smile against my skin. “Yeah. Wow.”

Despite the lackluster words, I can sense how pleased he is. Except— “Wait, you didn’t come,” I say, turning to look at him with wide eyes. “I can?—”

He shakes his head. “No, sunshine. This was for you. I’m good. I promise.”

I want to push, to make myself useful, but I’m just too damn tired to listen to my brain. Instead, I whine and reach up and behind us until my fingers touch my notebook. I bring it down and take the pen from the cover so I can write on an open page.

MUST FUCK ME LIKE HE HATES ME.

“ That’s what’s going in there?” he asks through a small laugh.

“Yeah,” I mumble shyly, tucking the closed notebook against my chest. “Because after…”

I trail off, but he doesn’t have to say it for me to know he understands.

Because after, they’ll hold me like they love me.

Like they ever could.