“Quit resisting, Piper,” I tell her, but that only makes her writhe around harder. Damn, this girl really loves a fight.
“If you can’t keep your fingers interlocked, I’ll restrain you. And the cuffs are in the bedroom. I’ll have to leave you alone toget them.”
That does it. She stops moving at once, and I grin at this proof that she loves this just as much as me. My little masochist.
Speeding up the soap fucking now that I no longer have to restrain her, I play with her nipples with my other hand, rubbing my thumb over them, tweaking them and cupping her breasts. I’m being very gentle, and her choking hiccups turn into moans, then back to strangled sounds, because I’m just as harsh with the soap as I’m gentle with my fingers. Every so often, I leave her breasts alone to graze my fingers against her armpits and sides, watching as she jumps at the ticklish sensation, making her tits bounce while her cries come out strangled by the soap. My cock is impossibly hard as I take in her shivering, helpless body, her eyes streaming with tears and the suds spilling out of her mouth. At last I leave off on playing with her nipples and torturing her armpits, to position my cock in front of her mouth.
“You’re a very good girl,” I praise her, still driving the soap bar hard into her mouth. “You haven’t apologized at all lately, have you?”
She nods frantically, staring at my cock with undeniable hunger.
“Suck that soap hard for me, cricket. Show me what you’d do to my cock.”
She makes a face, because up until now, I’ve been forcing the soap in and out of her, and she hasn’t had to do anything but take it. I can only imagine how much more of a struggle it would be to voluntarily suck on it.
But, her eye still glued to my cock, she starts to do just that, gagging even harder at the acrid taste.
“Good girl. Lick it now.”
I inch the soap out of her mouth enough that she can drag her tongue on it, which she does very tentatively.
“Is that how you’d take care of my cock, cricket?”
She shakes her head, trying to muster up her courage and licking the soap with more gusto.
At last I’ve decided she’s had enough, and I throw the soap bar aside. She barely manages a breath of relief before I’m replacing it with my own dick. I don’t give her a second to get used to it, squeezing her cheeks and pushing my cock all the way in.
She’s back to struggling, forgetting all about the wrists I told her to keep over her head. But there isn’t much she can do, only flail around, while I use her mouth, each of my thrusts pounding against the back of her throat.
I push out of her before coming, because I’m aware this is going to be our last time before Astley. I’m determined to make it a good long one, and if I come too early, I might not be able to get it up again all that quickly.
It takes everything I have to control myself when I watch her sink to the bottom of the bathtub, gagging and wheezing, her eyes tearing up, her face bright red.
I let my hard-on calm down a bit before I pull her back up, pressing her against the tiled wall. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, as I find her entrance and push inside her.
“Fuck, cricket,” I groan.
This feels like the best position of all. Two puzzle pieces, perfectly fitted together, her pussy tight and wet around my cock. I wish we could stay like this forever.
My thrusts are a lot gentler now as I take her. She’s sobbing against my shoulder, but her tears don’t worry me like they used to. I know this is how she gets her release. How all her pent-up emotions find their way out, and she must have a lot of them, faced with this abrupt return to Astley.
“Everything’s going to be okay, cricket,” I soothe her, cradling her in my arms as I drive in and out of her. “I’ll always take care of you. You never need to worry. I promise.”
Shifting her slightly so her weight rests entirely against one of my arms, I reach between us and find her clit. I continue to pump her while I massage it, and her sighs turn into loud moans.
Moments later, I’m coming inside her in perfect synchrony with her orgasm. Then, I turn off the water and fold a towel around us both.
“We forgot to… wash,” she mutters into my neck.
“Well, I’m pretty sure your mouth has never been so clean,” I tease her, stepping out of the bathtub.
She’s too tired to tease me back, merely sinking contentedly in my arms as I bring her over to the bed. We cuddle for a while in silence, while I stroke her hair and think about what awaits us. How the hell am I supposed to hunt down and kill every single Devil soldier who has seen Piper? Has Logan really been able to keep Dane and Liam alive? And where does that piece of paper with Piper’s name on it fit into it all?
And most importantly… what exactly are Logan’s plans for Piper?
It would be a lie to say I’m perfectly calm about our return. I can’t seem to shake my rising sense of foreboding, but for whatever reason, I trust Logan. He has no reason to trick us. It’s going to be okay.
Holding Piper in one arm, I open the drawer in the bedside table with the other and fumble around until I find the object I’m looking for. There are no jewelry stores in this wilderness, so this will have to do. It’s made from the switch I made Piper pick out for me. I cut off the thicker sides and whittled it down until I figured it would just about fit her finger. And then, I hollowed it out, and carved our initials inside. It’s the first time I tried anything like that, and it doesn’t look half bad, as long as it’s dark and you don’t look too closely.