Yours
770 Words
Chapter Five
"Yours"
Lacey POV
“I’m still not comfortable with you coming along” I say, zipping up my bag for my trip to Russia.
“I still couldn’t care less. You’re my mate. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to care for. Mine.”
I sigh. I’m definitely starting to catch feelings for Sam since we first had s*x about a month ago, and I won’t lie, his over protectiveness is hot… But I’m still a protector. I care about him too much to put him in harms way.
Annoyingly, he feels the same way about me.
“Calm down, Sam. I’m not anyone’s. I’m my own.”
Before I can blink Sam has me pushed against a wall, with his lips on mine. He tries to enter with his tongue but I deny entry, causing him to grip my ass. I gasp, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. For a moment there’s a battle for dominance, before I give up and let him do his thing. All I can do is hold on for the ride.
He uses one of his hands to pin mine above my head, and the other one snakes under the skirt I’m wearing to find my panties. He swiftly pushes a finger inside me, causing me to moan loudly into his lips.
He adds a second finger, before using his thumb to rub my clit. I feel myself building up more and more, and he pulls away from the kiss.
“Who do you belong to?” He demands.
Oh, the motherfucking bastard! Using s*x to make me say I’m his? No. I’m refusing.
“I’m my own! Deny me an orgasm, I don’t f*****g care.” I spit out, trying to push him away. Unfortunately, he doesn’t budge.
His lips slam on mine, and he takes about three seconds to throw me onto the bed and tie me down.
Demon speed, I swear.
“I would never deny you’re sexy self an orgasm. I will, however, keep giving you them until you can’t think about anything but being mine.”
I grit my teeth, knowing that it’ll work. I should have assumed the bastard would use overstimulation.
He likes to tell me to hold back my release for a while, until I’m shaking and almost crying while begging. The few times I haven’t been able to hold back and came without his permission, he made me come over and over again as a punishment, spanking me in between orgasms.
They’re lessons I’ll never forget.
But the sadistic bastard likes to hear my screams and my begging, so sometimes he’ll tell me not to come for way too long, knowing I can’t hold it, just so he can punish me. It’s only happened once, and I had insulted him earlier so I guess I sort of deserved a punishment, but it was brutal.
I loved and despised every second of it.
Sam starts scissoring and stretching his fingers inside of me before rubbing my clit again, this time harder and faster.
I let out a another moan, unable to suppress my pleasure.
“Come whenever you want to, baby” he whispers, increasing speed even more. And I do. With a hoarse cry I come all over his hands, and watch as he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth and licks it off.
“Delicious” he hums in satisfaction.
Then, without giving me another moment to catch my breath, he rips off my shirt and bra.
“You bastard! That was my favorite bra!”
He cuts off my complaining my taking a n****e into his mouth while working the other one with his fingers. Once it feels raw he switches, making sure to evenly distribute attention.
Oh f**k, he’s going to play with them until I can’t take it anymore.
Massaging both breasts gently, he speaks again.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Me!”
That earns a rough pinch, sending pain and pleasure coursing through my body and causing me to shiver slightly.
“Wrong. Try again.”
“Cut it out! My answer won’t change!”
This time he slaps each of my breasts, right over the n*****s, and I let out a yell.
“I’ll keep going until you admit it.”
And he does. Alternating between making me come with his fingers and playing with my breasts, he drives me to the edge of insanity.
But when he uses his mouth to make me come, I’m a goner. It’s too much.
“Ready to answer?”
“You!” I sob out, knowing deep down that it’s genuinely true.
“Full sentences, Lacey.”
“I belong to you, sir!”
After finishing with one last orgasm, he lets up.
“Good girl” he says, kissing me on the lips before untying me.
I lay still, too exhausted and out of it to do anything.
I see Sam check his phone before he chuckles.
“We missed our flight. Next available on is 1pm tomorrow. Guess we have all night to fool around.”
Fuck.
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