Taming Seraphine

SERAPHINE

I’m clinging to Leroi’s neck with my back pressed against the wall, my ankles locked around his hips. Every inch of me still convulsing from the orgasm he gave me with his fingers. I clench around his thick digits, wanting more, needing it, but they remain still.

His chest heaves against mine and his hot breath fans against the side of my face. His grip around my legs loosens as if he wants to put me back on my feet.

“We’re not finished,” I murmur against his neck.

“Still not satisfied, angel?”

“No.”

“Tell me what you need.”

My lips tighten. I already told him at least a hundred times. Does he want me to beg? Probably, considering I flirted with Miko and then complimented Paolo’s greasy dick.

“Fuck me,” I say.

His fingers withdraw from my pussy, and I groan at the sudden emptiness. My stomach sinks, and I wonder if this is going to be anything like the spanking where he built me up into a frenzy and left me writhing on my belly, crying for release.

When he lines the bulbous head of his cock against my entrance, my breath catches, and all doubts evaporate under the heat of our combined arousal.

“What do you say?” he growls.

I want to say ‘now’, but that will only prolong my torment. If humbling myself will get me the pleasure I want from Leroi, then I’ll say whatever he needs.

“Please fuck me and make me come…” The chaotic part of me adds with a smirk, “If you can.”

His snarl makes the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my insides quiver with anticipation.

With one hard thrust, he pushes inside me so deeply, I can feel him in the back of my throat.

Pleasure explodes across my nerve endings, bringing back echoes of my fading orgasm. I gasp, a strangled scream stretching my vocal chords.

He’s big. His girth far exceeds Paolo’s and I’m not sure my pussy could accommodate his full length. My walls twitch and expand around him, but before I can adjust to his size, he pulls out and re enters me with another snap of his hips.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “Who do you belong to?”

“L-Leroi,” I reply with a whimper.

“Good girl. See how well you’re gripping my cock? That’s your cunt inviting me in, welcoming its new owner.”

My heart flutters. I can’t get enough of his filthy words.

I buck my hips, pushing up against him as his strokes become harder, deeper, faster. My limbs tremble, and my breath comes in shallow pants that barely graze the tops of my lungs. He fucks into me with all his strength, and I dig my nails into his shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut, unable to do anything to withstand the overwhelming pleasure.

“Look at me while I fuck your tight pussy,” he says.

I can’t.

It’s too much.

I’ve never felt such immense pleasure. A lightning storm of ecstasy surges through my nervous system, burning the girl I was into ashes. All that’s left of me is a creature reborn from his acceptance, eager to break free.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“Never.”

“Open your eyes, angel. I won’t ask you again.”

I crack open one eye and then another, and meet his fathomless depths. Leroi’s features are wild with lust, his jaw clenched tight as he groans.

He pounds into me with renewed strength, each thrust slamming me harder and harder against the wall.

Leroi thought my traumatic past meant that I couldn’t take him, but I can. I haven’t just consented with him, he’s made me fight for this much intimacy, starting from when he helped me escape the basement. I’ve wanted this from the moment I straddled his hips and pointed that knife to his throat. Maybe even before then.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re squeezing my cock with your pussy.”

My muscles tighten around his length.

“That’s it, angel. Take what you need.” He grips my hips and pounds into me until I’m gasping for air.

Each thrust of his hips delivers sensations so intense that I’m lost in a whirlpool of ecstasy. My muscles quake. My breath shallows. Pressure builds up in my pelvis, and my orgasm is so close that I can almost taste it. My walls quiver around his shaft, and my lashes flutter.

“Eyes on me. I want to see you come.”

Leroi pounds into me with a hard thrust that fills my vision with fireworks. I cry out, my muscles closing so tightly around his length that his thrusts become quick and shallow.

“Just like that,” he groans. “Take it all.”

“Leroi,” I moan through gasps.

“I know, angel. I know.” He grabs the side of my face, and our gazes lock.

“Now, scream for me,” he growls and picks up speed, pounding into me with abandon.

I release a choked cry.

“That’s it baby,” he croons. “Let me hear you come.”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my senses, and I yell his name. Throughout the orgasm, I claw his back, my muscles tightening and contracting around his impossibly thick shaft.

Leroi’s thrusts quicken and become erratic, pushing me higher and higher. His breathing grows hot and heavy, and his gaze penetrates mine with an intensity that fills my entire vision. With a full body shudder, he lets out a guttural moan, his release filling my pussy with warmth.

“Mine,” he growls.

Arching my back, I push against him and squeeze around his length, trying to milk every last drop of his pleasure. His grip tightens on my hips and we stay locked together, his head resting against my temple, our hearts pounding in unison.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes as we breathe the same air. Until this moment, I never noticed I had a void, but this has filled my heart to bursting. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being. We’re so close that our souls touch.

Dozens of men have tried to make me their possession, but Leroi is the only one who has ventured beyond my looks and welcomed my darkness. It almost feels like a bond of unconditional acceptance.

He’s nothing like the others.

Nothing like the targets who picked me up at parties or nightclubs. Nothing like the bastards who saw a young girl they picked up off the street and wanted to exploit for their own sick pleasures. Nothing like the vermin I killed.

I bask in his presence, feeling a strange sense of completion that verges on pain. I never want this moment to end. My mind is as still as the night’s sky, its darkness lit up by twinkling stars. A bright full moon casts a velvet hue over my spirit, and I know deep in my heart that it’s coming from Leroi.

My pulse slows, my breath evens, and my muscles melt into bliss.

Leroi draws back a few inches to give me space, but he never lets go of the side of my face. Instead, he gazes into my eyes as though he wants to connect to my soul.

Finally, he breaks the silence and says, “Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever let you go. You’re mine, Seraphine. Every beautiful piece of you.”

My heart swells, infusing the rest of my body with giddy warmth. His words wrap my broken pieces in a cocoon of safety and love.

“Yours,” I whisper, meaning every word. “And you’re mine.”

Nodding, he smiles and presses a soft kiss on my lips. It’s chaste and brief and carries a heart full of emotions.

Leroi truly accepts all of me, including the parts that are twisted and dark.

I’m no longer alone.

I finally belong.

I rest my head against his shoulder and let my eyes flutter shut. This thing between us feels real. So heartwarmingly real. So heartbreakingly real.

Despite what he’s said, I’m not naïve enough to stake my life on words uttered in the heat of the moment. Men will say anything to get what they want, even if that’s something as simple as adulation. They can be perfectly protective and loving until they’re not.

But I can hope.

I can dream.

Can’t I?