“I’m feeling out of control over today,” she finally cries out.
I place both arms behind her and sweep us so my back hits the bed and she lands on top of me. Her pussy drips over me, spreading across my thighs and stomach. My muscles feel taut with the restraint of holding back. She hasn’t sucked my dick before today and she has never ridden me. I need too much control for either, but I know she needs this and I will spend as long as it takes proving that all she ever has to do is ask for what she wants. This is just the start.
“You feel out of control? Then take it back. I’ll give you whatever I can. You have my word.” I give her hips a gentle squeeze as my heart races and my palms begin to sweat.
Fae licks her lips as she looks down at me. I expect her to sheath my cock inside her, but she leans forward and traces my tattoos with her fingers. The softness against my skin sendsgoose pimples across my body. The look in her eyes is less feral and more gentle now. Her posture is looser and I can see her pulse beating hard against her neck. I notice, with smug satisfaction, that our heartbeats match. Taking it as a sign that we are meant for one another, I move my hips to position myself back at her entrance.
Fae slaps my chest and I freeze. My head whips up and she has a breathtaking smile across her face.
“Naughty boy,” she tries to admonish, but it’s hard to take her seriously with how cute she looks.
I lick my lips. I usually like a challenge, but I don’t think she realises how hard this is for me. Most people think I got into bondage because I’m a kinky fucker, and whilst that is half true, it was mostly so women couldn’t touch me. I’m a man. I have needs, my cock has needs, but it didn’t stop the feeling of ants crawling across my skin when their hands tried to roam over me. With Fae, it’s not like that, but after tying people up I got a taste for it and I’ve never thought to allow free touch when it comes to us fucking.
Fae lifts herself by pressing one palm flat to my pec, the other grabbing my dick hard. She drops onto my cock in one go and the instant feel of her warm, tight cunt engulfs me. We moan in unison. Fae rises slightly, her eyes going to that blissed-out look I love as she drops back down, crushing my balls in the process. Staying sheathed, she rolls her hips in a slow figure of eight as she looks down at me.
My hands have a mind of their own. Roaming over her soft skin, I reach for both breasts and push them together, flicking her nipples with my thumbs as I watch them pebble into diamonds.
“Fuck, Roman,” she groans, gyrating harder. Her clit presses against my pelvis and her pussy clenches around my shaft.
Grinding my teeth, I count in my head to try and calm the orgasm building inside me. Her loud moans, wet pussy, and heavy breathing create the perfect symphony as sweat drips down my body while she throws her head back and digs her fingernails into my chest. For a moment, I realise everyone will see her marks on me tonight and I growl at the thought of her marking me.
My restraint snaps. Grabbing her hips, I lift her off my cock and pull her back down, hitting her cervix with the tip of my dick. I fuck up into her repeatedly as her tits bounce with every thrust. I lean forward and suck a nipple deep into my mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, chasing her orgasm and I bite her nipple hard, leaving another mark on her skin.
“Fuck, Roman,” she cries out. Her wet heat ripples around my leaking dick. I slap her thigh and she squeals.
“Not Roman,” I growl, slapping her thigh again before rubbing the sting away. “It’s sir to you when I’m inside this cunt.”
“Yes, sir,” she moans as her pussy flutters.
Growling, I slam into her repeatedly, chasing both our orgasms. I can tell she’s close; I move one hand to her clit, rubbing firm circles around it. Her whole body trembles and I feel the release building. My balls pull tight as my back tingles.
Fae screams one final time, her orgasm ripping through her as I drive up in one last forceful thrust before holding her still, my cock buried so deep inside her I can almost feel her womb. She whimpers at the stretch.
My cock pulses as I come, throwing my head back as the muscles in my throat pull taut with the first wave of release. My legs twitch. My breath stutters. My vision blacks for a second as I groan long and low, rocking her against me as her pussy takes every last drop.
Our breathing matches, coming out in short gasps as we come back to reality. Fae looks down at me, that shy smile she only shows me spreading across her face and I feel bashful for the first time in my life as it dawns on me what I’ve done.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I mutter, swiping my hand down my face as I catch my breath. My eyes close. I’m not willing to see her disappointed face when she processes it. Call me a coward all you want, but if you had HSAM, I promise you would do the same.
“I really did try to give you control,” I continue, screwing my eyes shut as I feel her body slump on top of mine.
I’m not sure what I was expecting next, but the light sound of her laughter wasn’t it. Her body shakes and the vibrations roll through mine. My soft cock is still lodged inside her, slowly slipping out with the movement.
Opening one eye, I find her cheek resting on my pec as she looks up at me. Her amusement is written all over her face. It’s a much better look to immortalise than disappointment.
“It was hot,” she muses, nuzzling closer as I stare at her, gobsmacked. Fae reaches up and closes my mouth, which must have fallen open. Mirth dances in her eyes as she gives me a dazzling smile. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
I chuckle at that, pulling her close as her breath finally evens out. My hand moves lazily up and down her back, tracing patterns I don’t consciously think about. The room still smells like us. Sex, sweat, and sin.
Morning light filters through the curtains in pale gold strips, catching her hair and threading it with gold. If I let myself, I could pretend this is all there is. Just this bed, this house, her weight on me. We could pretend there are no fathers causing trouble, no blood oaths, no room full of men waiting to measure whether I am worthy of the name I carry.
Fae presses a soft kiss to my sternum, unaware of where my thoughts have drifted. Or maybe she knows. I wouldn’t be surprised. Over the course of three weeks, she has learned to read my moods no matter how hard I try to hide them.
I have prepared for this my entire life. I have trained for it, bled for it, killed for it. I know the expectations and I know the consequences of failure. But all of that feels insignificant now. Like somehow none of it would matter if I didn’t have the girl lying in my arms.
Today, I step fully into my dad’s world, not as a son standing beside him, but as something equal. Today, I become a threat to most men in the organisation, no longer just a recruit but a man who carries the legacy of one of the most important names in our bloody history. Today marks the start of the most dangerous time in my life.