“Please, no,” I moan as he pulls out even further, almost to the tip.
“Oh, yes,” he grins, pushing his advantage. “Absolutely yes. Unless you promise to be a good girl for me.”
“I’ll be good,” I moan as the internal need overcomes pride, or truth for that matter. I’d say whatever he wanted if it meant he’d keep fucking me right now. I want him inside me so badly I’d do anything.
“Oh, you will?” He arches a brow and pushes back inside me, halfway. He gives me a few gentle thrusts, nothing close enough to satisfy me, but enough to make me feel what I am missing out on.
“Yes,” I promise, my voice high and soft. “I’ll be good.”
“You will be,” he says, confirming that statement with his own. He smirks down at me. “I told you I was going to fuck you into submission, and it took less than two minutes to do that. What does that say about you, huh? Naughty girl wanting nothing more than to have her pussy filled up?”
He’s teasing me in both word and deed, slowly sliding his cock all the way to the hilt inside me while holding me up so I can’t even squirm on it properly.
“Not fair,” I moan.
“No,” he agrees. “It’s not.”
He shows me mercy, then, fucking me with several hard strokes that make me feel so much better, so much closer to orgasm, so much more properly used.
And then he cannot hold back himself. He snarls, pushes me up against the wall more firmly, and starts to pound inside me. It could be punishment. It could be pleasure. Inside my body, it all reads the same.
This is what we both needed. Rough, passionate sex that lets the conflict energy between us be alchemized into something enjoyable. Having been taken thoroughly to task, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and I let him fuck me absolutely senseless.
* * *
For the next several days, Simon doesn’t let me out of his sight. He keeps a very close, borderline suspicious eye on me at all times. God. You do one incredibly illegal, unethical thing and people get all wound up about it. He needs to chill.
I don’t dare tell him that. I do not think he will be open to the feedback.
“I want to talk to you about something,” he says one evening.
“Oh?” I like that he doesn’t sound mad about the whole frequent disobedience thing. I know he doesn’t really trust me, but I’m not sure I trust him either. I’m basically keeping company with a wild animal who just so happens to be shaped like a man.
“I want to have a baby with you,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I ask that question because although I know exactly what he means, I don’t understand why.
“You are my person,” he says.
“You’re literally holding me captive.”
“That’s because of the cat incident,” he says, waving his hand like it’s not all that much of a big deal after all. “I have to keep an eye on you obviously, but the more I think about it, about us, aboutyou…”
He gives me a long, intense look.
“You have shown me more love and loyalty than anybody else. I knew the moment I met you that you were special. I just didn’t understand how very special you are. I want to have a life with you. I want to have babies with you.”
“You mean outside the contractually decided upon babies that I was apparently going to have anyway?”
He is being very sweet, and my response is flippant as fuck, but I am not over their plan to breed me like a common animal. I was barely a person to Simon and his company when this all started.
He walks over to me and grips me by the chin, giving me a stern look. “I am trying to be romantic,” he says. “But I’m wondering if it wouldn’t be better just to bend you over and fuck some manners into you first. My god, little girl. You are hard to court.”
I blush, enjoying the excited feeling of being in trouble with him.
“I’m not hard to court. You just have to not have embroiled me in an illegal and illicit science sex breeding ring.”
“Fair.” He grins unrepentantly, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “So, what do you say? Happily ever after? Me and you, a baby? All kinds of science that is going to advance so much as to become indistinguishable from magic?”