Chapter 37: After tenderly undressing CC, Ace mounts her from behind with the thickest strap-on from her collection, fucking her slow and deep while murmuring filthy praises in Spanish, making CC come untouched just from the overwhelming combination of pain and tenderness.
The command hung in the lounge air, thick and electric, cracking the fragile silence left by CC’s sobs. Ace’s fingers bit into her chin, forcing her to hold that predatory gaze. CC’s breath hitched, a tiny sound swallowed by the vast, shadowy room. Her green eyes, still swimming, widened further. Fear? Yes. But beneath it, a terrifying, liquid heat surged, pooling low and urgent. On her knees. The words echoed the possessiveness that had both shattered and remade her in Ace’s dorm room.
Lee shifted beside her, a low warning in his voice. "Ace, come on. Not here—"
"Fuck off, Lee." Ace didn’t even glance at him. Her entire world narrowed to the woman trembling beneath her grip. Her voice dropped lower, rougher, vibrating against CC’s skin. "I asked her a question, Miller. You want to prove how fucking much you crave me? How owned you feel?" Her thumb dragged across CC’s lower lip again, a rough caress that made CC whimper. "Get. Your. Knees."
CC couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. The flickering lamp etched Ace’s face in stark relief – the sharp jaw clenched, the dark eyes burning, the short, choppy hair casting jagged shadows. It was terrifying. It was everything. Her body moved before her mind caught up, a puppet tugged by invisible strings of need. She slid off the worn couch cushion, her bare knees hitting the scratchy carpet. The position was obscene, vulnerable. She knelt before Ace, looking up, the lamplight catching the tear-tracks on her cheeks. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her top. She felt exposed, raw, waiting.
Ace stared down at her, an inscrutable statue of muscle and intent. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the distant, mournful drone of the infomercial. Then, Ace’s hand moved. Not to touch CC again, but to the worn leather belt buckled low on her hips. The metallic snick of the buckle releasing was deafening. CC flinched. Lee muttered something under his breath, rising slowly, his face tight with concern.
"Lee," Ace’s voice was ice. "Get the fuck out. Now."
He hesitated, looking from Ace’s stony expression to CC’s kneeling form. "Chloe…?"
"Go, Lee," CC whispered, her voice barely audible. She wasn’t asking him to save her; she was asking him to let her drown. To let Ace drown her. He swallowed hard, cast one last troubled look, and retreated silently into the hallway shadows, leaving them utterly alone in the cavernous, half-lit lounge.
The moment the door clicked shut, Ace moved. She didn’t haul CC up. She simply grabbed a handful of that silky blonde hair, fisting it tightly at the roots. Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to control, to dominate. "Up," she growled, pulling. CC scrambled to her feet, a cry escaping her lips. Ace turned immediately, dragging CC stumbling behind her, past the flickering lamp, away from the safety of the couch, towards the stairwell. Her grip in CC’s hair was an unyielding tether. The carpet gave way to cold linoleum stairs. Up they went, CC tripping, Ace relentless. The air grew warmer, closer, smelling faintly of industrial cleaner and stale pizza from a discarded box on a landing. Ace’s dorm floor. Down the familiar corridor, footsteps echoing. Ace’s free hand shoved the door open, and then CC was propelled inside, the door slamming shut behind them.
Ace finally released her hair, shoving her forward. CC stumbled, catching herself on the edge of Ace’s desk, sending a pile of textbooks clattering. The contrast was jarring. Gone was the cavernous gloom of the lounge. Ace’s small room was bathed in the soft, dying light of the setting sun. Golden hues streamed through the window, illuminating posters of snarling rock gods and the worn red bean bag slumped in the corner. It smelled faintly of Ace – leather, sweat, and the sharp tang of machine oil from the bike shop. A sanctuary turned battleground.
Ace leaned back against the closed door, her dark eyes raking over CC’s disheveled form. The predatory stillness was back, more potent here, in her territory. "Strip," she commanded, her voice flat, leaving no room for negotiation.
CC trembled, her hands fluttering uselessly at her sides. "Ace, please…"
"Strip." The single word cracked like a whip. "Show me what you think I want. Show me what you're offering when you say you're mine."
Hands shaking violently, CC reached for the hem of her thin top, pulling it slowly over her head. It snagged momentarily in her hair before falling to the floor. The cool air raised goosebumps on her bare skin. She crossed her arms over her lace bra, suddenly shy despite everything.
"All of it," Ace breathed, pushing off the door. She stepped closer, invading CC’s space. "Don't fucking hide from me."
With a choked breath, CC unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her full breasts spilled free, pale and heavy in the golden light. Ace’s gaze darkened, a slow, hungry intensity settling over her features. She didn’t touch, just watched. CC fumbled with the button of her shorts, pushed them and her panties down her legs in one clumsy motion, stepping out of the pooled fabric. Standing naked before Ace, bathed in the sunset glow, she felt more exposed than she ever had. Vulnerable. Waiting.
Ace closed the final distance. Her calloused hands, warm and surprisingly gentle despite the iron control, traced the contours of CC’s shoulders. They slid down her arms, mapping the soft skin. "Fucking beautiful," Ace murmured, the harshness momentarily softened by awe. Her thumbs brushed the undersides of CC’s breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. She circled slowly, her hands gliding over CC’s ribs, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Her touch was deliberate, possessive, worshipful. She cupped the heavy swell of CC’s ass, squeezing firmly, possessively. "Every curve," Ace breathed against the shell of her ear, her voice thick. "Every fucking perfect inch."
CC shuddered, leaning back slightly into Ace’s strong frame, her body already responding, heat flooding her core. But Ace’s tenderness vanished as quickly as it appeared. Without warning, she spun CC around to face her. Her eyes burned with a new intensity – dark, dominant, utterly consuming. "Turn around. Bend over the desk."
CC hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. Ace’s hand landed sharply on her bare ass cheek. Smack! The sound was loud in the quiet room. "Now, princess. Ass up."
Gasping at the sudden sting, CC obeyed. She bent forward at the waist, her palms flat on the cool wood of the desk, her bare breasts pressing against the surface. Her round, pale ass was presented, lifted. Ace’s gaze devoured the sight. She ran her hand over the smooth skin, a dark promise in her touch. Then, without ceremony, she brought her palm down hard. Crack!
"Ah!" CC yelped, jerking forward.
Another sharp smack landed on the opposite cheek. Crack! "That's for running." Ace’s voice was low, controlled fury mixed with searing lust. Crack! "That's for making me chase you." The blows weren't brutal, but they stung sharply, leaving bright pink handprints blooming across the pale flesh. Crack! "That's for hiding." Crack! "For pretending." With each spank, Ace’s breath grew harsher, her own need building. CC’s gasps turned into low moans, a confusing mix of pain and intense, undeniable arousal. Her skin burned, sensitive and hot. She pushed her ass back slightly, inviting more. Begging silently.
CRACK! A harder blow made her cry out. "And this," Ace snarled, her hand resting possessively on the reddened flesh, "is for being mine. Say it."
"I… I’m yours," CC gasped, her voice thick with tears and desire.
"Louder."
"I'm yours, Ace!" The words tore from her, raw and desperate.
The spanking stopped. Ace’s hand smoothed over the heated skin, a stark contrast to the stinging blows. "Good girl," she murmured, the praise sending a fresh jolt through CC. Then Ace stepped back. CC heard the rustle of fabric, the sharp snap of elastic. The harness. The sound sent shivers down CC’s spine. She knew what was coming, had felt it before, yet it was different now. Claimed.
She felt the blunt, silicone head press against her soaked entrance. She was slick, embarrassingly wet, her body screaming for it even as her nerves fluttered. Ace’s hand gripped her hip, fingers digging in hard. The other hand guided the thick shaft. No slow tease. No mercy.
"Every inch," Ace growled, low and guttural, right before she drove her hips forward. She slammed the full length of the strap-on into CC’s tight cunt in one brutal, claiming thrust.
CC screamed. A raw, guttural sound ripped from her throat as the thick silicone stretched her impossibly wide, filling her completely, a searing intrusion that bordered on pain. It burned, a delicious, overwhelming stretch that pushed tears from her eyes. Ace didn't pause. She pulled back almost immediately, the ridge of the toy dragging brutally against CC's inner walls, then slammed home again. Harder. Deeper.
"Oh fuck! Oh god, Ace!" CC sobbed, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth desktop, her body overwhelmed by the sheer force, the relentless invasion. The sting on her ass flared with each powerful thrust, merging with the deep, pounding ache inside her. Ace gripped her hips like vices, holding her in place, pistoning into her with ruthless, rhythmic strokes. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the slick glide of the strap-on, filled the small room, mingling with CC’s broken cries and Ace’s harsh grunts.
"Take it," Ace commanded, her voice strained with her own effort, thick with dominance. "Take every fucking inch. Your cunt was made for this. Made for me." She leaned over CC’s back, her breath hot on CC’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Say it again." She punctuated the demand with another savage thrust that made CC see stars.
"I'm yours!" CC screamed, the words torn from her by the force slamming into her core. "Yours, Ace! Only yours!"
Ace buried the strap-on deep inside her and ground her hips in a brutal circle, the base grinding against CC's swollen clit. "Fucking right you are," she growled, her voice raw with possession."Every. Inch."