“Do you want my cock in here as well?”
“Please,” she just protests, straining against the chains, leaning her head toward her right hand, trying to cover her face. But her hands are too far apart.
“No hiding, Jenna. Do you want my cock inside your ass—the same place Killian just was?”
Her face flushes, even darker than it already was, and her writhing gets more urgent, but the small jerky movements reveal that my humiliation drives her desire.
“Do you, Jenna?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and her hips become more eager, moving into my touch, as she confesses on a breathy moan, “Yes.”
I pull out with an abrupt motion that makes her throw a shocked, lost stare at me.
“I thought so,” I say and leave the room, hurrying to my office as a new impulse grabs hold of me. Jenna has gone still when I return, looking shell-shocked from my abrupt departure.
“You’re mine,” I remind her as I jump onto the bed and straddle her. The truth of the words buzzes inside me as I bite the lid off the Sharpie I got from my office. I grab the top of her head to hold her still. “All mine,” I repeat, the word soothing a restless worry I rarely dare to confront and setting fuel to my ravenous desire.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a thin voice when I lift the pen to her forehead.
“Claiming what belongs to me.” I’m about to write an ‘S,’ but saying those words makes me realize I need to write something other than I had planned. My cock throbs as I scribble across her forehead.Mine.
The moment I’m done, I free my cock from its confines, stroking as I take in the full vision of my sweet, humiliated Jenna. The black capital letters on her forehead and the hook tugging at her nose. The tears streaming from her worried eyes radiating desperation. I’m inclined to come on her face, just to finish off the masterwork. But I need to be inside her. She needs it as well. I still have enough control to realize that she’ll likely crash if I don’t finish this the right way. She might crash anyway, but there’s not much I can do about that now.
Bracing myself on one hand, I lift my hips and use my other hand to slide my cock up and down against her pussy, smearing it in her juices. She’s so wet I won’t even need lube. She feels so good that I almost lose control and break my own rule. Needing just a small taste, I stick the tip of my cock inside, adjusting my position so I can pin her hips with my other hand.
Suddenly, her desperation shifts. The almost-hurt frown between her brows disappears, and her eyes fill with a pure plea for more. “Please…” She pants so hard she can barely get the words out. “Please, Ian. Please. I-I need more.”
I stay there for a moment, the head of my cock just inside her pussy. Closing my eyes, I force myself to remain still even as her walls pulse around me, beckoning me deeper. I start panting as well as desire ripples down my spine, crackling through my whole body. With a feral growl, I deny myself the pleasure I badly want. “You’re not getting anything inside that pussy until I say so.” I lean down and shove my cock against her other opening, easily breaching it after Killian has prepared her.
A dark sense of connection rushes over me. It’s warped and wrong on so many levels. I know it. But I can’t heed it. “Tell me what he did,” I demand of Jenna. “Did he flush out your bowels before he broke in your ass?” I usually don’t want to know the finer details of Killian’s sex life, but suddenly, I want to know every little thing he did to Jenna. I want to know how owned she is—that she doesn’t just belong to me, but to Killian as well. My son. The depravity of it all drives me mad with lust, and I go still inside her, afraid I’ll come prematurely if I move the slightest.
“Yes,” she says in an almost inaudible tone, but unlike her voice, her face reveals the answer with glaring clarity.
“Did he use a syringe? The big one?”
She swallows hard and nods, but her inner walls keep pulsing, desire jerking in her hips as I pin them to the bed.
“How many? One? Two?”
“Three,” she says.
The trepidation that draws her features tight makes me realize I must look as feral as I feel.
“Three?” I say with disbelief and awe. I start moving. Slowly. In and out. Dragging my hard length against her tight walls, soaking up her desperate moans as she tries to join the movement.
“Did it hurt? Did you feel so full you could barely breathe—could barely think a single thought?”
“Yes.”
I take in her floaty expression and the softness in her gaze as she gives in. It’s so damn beautiful, but I want something more. She’s too deep—forgetting the hook and that there are letters scribbled across her forehead.
I lean over her, grab the strap holding the hook, and pull it upward. The effect is instant.
“No,” Jenna wails and starts squirming desperately, the reminder working like a drug in her system.
“What’s most humiliating? The syringe in your ass or the hook in your nose? Or is it getting fucked in the ass by both father and son?”
“No,” she keeps pleading, whimpering and moaning as I start moving inside her ass. “No, Ian, please, no. Ian…” Her words thin into long, eager moans.