Chapter 16: Primal Claiming
She floated back to herself in increments. The first was the feel of his hand, still wrapped around her throat, but gentled now to a cradle, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse there. The second was the shuddering rise and fall of his chest against her back, the heat of his skin sealing her to him. The third was the wet, cooling patch on the sheets beneath her hip.
He’d held her through all of it, his mouth pressed to her temple, his breath evening out slower than hers. He didn’t speak. The silence was a blanket, heavy and complete.
Finally, he shifted, rolling her onto her back so he could look at her. The grey light had strengthened, etching the planes of his face in silver and shadow. He studied her with an unnerving focus, tracing the tear-tracks from her temples into her hairline.
“Talk to me,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Where are you now?”
She swallowed, her throat tender. “Here. I’m here.”
“Good.” He lowered his head, kissing her softly, a stark contrast to the consuming hunger of before. It was a kiss of confirmation. When he pulled back, his expression shifted, a dark, playful intensity lighting his eyes. “But you’re not done.”
He took her wrist, his fingers encircling it completely. He guided her hand down between their bodies, over the hard plane of his stomach, lower. Her fingers brushed coarse hair, then found him. He was still thick, rigid, velvet-over-steel and unbearably hot. A shocked gasp left her lips.
He hissed at her touch, his hips giving an involuntary jerk. “Feel that?” he growled, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating through her palm. “That’s what you do to me. That’s the effect. All of it. For you.”
She curled her fingers around him, experimentally, learning his weight and shape. He was immense. The power of it, of him allowing her this, of being the cause, was a dizzying intoxicant. She stroked him once, from root to tip, and a bead of moisture welled at the slit.
Silas looked at her swollen pussy, stroking it gently. “This is going to be mine soon, have no doubt. But let’s give her a minute to recover.”
Silas watched her face, his jaw tight. “Now,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal. “Taste what’s yours.”
He guided her hand up, his grip firm, bringing her slick fingertips to her own lips. His fingers over hers. He guided them to her mouth. The scent of her own arousal, mixed with his salt, was primal. Her tongue darted out, a reflex, and she tasted them both. It was shockingly intimate, a claiming that went both ways. He pushed their fingers into deep. Tamara’s mouth closed around them sucking.
A low, approving rumble came from his chest. “Good girl.”
His hand came to her hair, his mouth moved to hers. His kiss was gentle but deep. He enjoyed their taste in her mouth. Then his hand formed a fist, gripping her hair tightly.
He pecked at her lips, in straight contrast to the firm hold of her hair. “Are you my good girl?” He asked between kisses. “Yes” His lips mold to hers, cupping, pulling. His tongue may have retreaded but she felt fully invaded, controlled.
“That’s right, you are” he praised continuing to caress her mouth with his. “Time to show Daddy how good you can be.” Using her hair, he guided her mouth to his waiting cock.
He kept his hand in her hair but let her set the pace. How deep, how fast. Tamara loved his taste, the feel of his velvety strong cock in her mouth. She moved over him with a steady pace. Her mind drifting away.
Silas watched her slipping further and further into headspace. Her body relaxing. He moved her head gently as it became heavy in his grip, never pushing her further than she had went on her own but maintaining the pace the rhythm. When he couldn’t take the torture anymore, he gently removed her. Tamara whimper in protect, her eyes glazed and barely focused.
“More,” was her whispered plea. God she is perfect he thought. “Soon baby girl,” he whispered back, claiming her lips once more. “But there’s only one place I’m going to cum tonight and that’s in that tight pussy,” he declared. “Please,” was her only response as she rubbed herself on his leg.
“Yes, you’re such a good girl. You want that come don’t you?” Tamara could only purr her mind floating in a place she didn’t want to come back from. “Come on baby, I know you like it there but you need to focus on Daddy’s words for just a few seconds. Do you want this come? Can I come inside of you baby?”
“Yes,” was her instant reply and she moved quicker against his leg, her pussy growing slick. He chuckled. He loved to see her complete surrender, her need only for him. But he had to bring her back just a bit more. “Come on baby,” his hand massaging her scalp, tilting her head to and fro, bringing her mind back a bit more. “Listen to Daddy, are you on birth control? I will have you either way. I just want to know so I can take care of you after if that’s what you want” He hated this part. But taking care of he was his job. He did want her to regret any thing.
“Yes, the implant” was her reply and all he needed, guiding her into her back. “You’re such a good girl,” he’s deep whisper filling her mind.
She lay motionless beneath him, floating in pure bliss. He took her mouth again, kissing her over and over, thrust his tongue, sucking her lips. Her responses were slow. She was in full head space. He could use her however he saw fit.
“Come on baby girl,” he coaxed as he nipped at her throat. “Time to take Daddy” Tamara whimpered again, dragging her wet pussy along his length. Silas need no more permission. He lined himself up, push in deep.
She cried out, pain mixing with pleasure. Her arms flying under his, up to grip his shoulders. He stilled searching her face. Had he hurt her?
“It’s been so long,” she cried, her hips grinding against his.
“So big,” her next declaration as she drew her hips back his length slipping free.
His little brat. Topping from the bottom. He did want to let her loose but not tonight. He push back inside.
“Uh uh baby girl. You’re my toy to use tonight”
He began thrusting deep and hard keeping his speed steady. She began to cry out, wiggling, trying to move faster but he would have none of that. Her pleasure was his. She would learn.
He let his full weight settle on her, pinning her down. His arms now under hers gripping her shoulders, pulling her down into his strong thrust. His crotch grinding against her clit with every motion.
Tamara froze at the sensation her body locking light, her hips tipping up so he rubbed her clit even harder. Her surrender complete.
“That’s my good girl. Take it” her praised. Her sobs filled the air. Loud and desperate. His hand cradled the back of her head, bringing it to his shoulder muffling her.
“Shhh that’s my good girl, come on, come for Daddy, come on, you right there,” chanting encouragement breathlessly through his trust.
her arms beat his back wildly. Her nails etching scratches up until one hand had buried in his hair, the other clamped to his shoulders. Her cries stopped as her orgasm tore through her.
“Yes,” he praised. His pace increasing grinding ferociously against her. “That’s my good girl. Yes. Fuck, you’re soaking this cock.” His panting out of control he thirst wild. She clamped so tight around his cock he could barely breath. “Yes fuck, yes!” He screamed, his cum shooting deep inside of her. Over and over. He’s never come so hard. His groan deep and long ending on a whimper so high he didn’t even realize with was him.
She was his now. He was never letting her go.