Fragile Truths (20 page)

“Faster, babe.” I urged, before I scared the fuck out of her and really showed her what was contained in the depths of my core.

She obeyed immediately and drove harder; her plump lips slurping noisily as she devoured me greedily. She was wriggling around, her backside squirming against the back of her legs as she attempted to get some friction on herself. “Keep still and wait until I give you what you need.”

She swallowed against my dick, the action catching the already sensitive head as she closed her eyes to gain some restraint but she nodded slightly and plunged her mouth so far down I could literally feel her tonsils brushing my shaft. I gripped her hair harder when she reached up and cupped my balls, her nails scraping lightly across my scrotum. I could feel the build-up beckoning, my cum swirling furiously in my balls, waiting for the surge as a hot tremor tingled up my spine. “No, not yet.” I pulled back and smirked as disappointment sliced across her face, her ache and need screaming loudly as she peered up at me.

“In the shower; stand with your back to me and your palms flat on the wall, feet as far apart as you can manage.”

Excitement lit her face, her own beast within preparing to play as she brushed past me and followed my order impeccably; her feet were so far apart I could see her glistening pussy lips begging for my mouth as her hands braced the wall ready to support her, her head drooped low and her eyes closed to steady her lust. I stepped in behind her, pulling the simple white curtain across the rail behind me, the rigid plastic rustling noisily.

She jumped as I moved into her and slid a finger along her pussy, collecting her slick arousal and dragging it around her swollen clit in a circular motion, enticing the muscle to swell and harden under my soft caress. Her breathing sped up instantly as her hips swayed, “You like that?”

She nodded but didn’t speak, though a small whimper purred in her throat. I removed my touch and smirked as her hips glided backwards, her pussy searching selfishly for the stimulation. “Answer me, or you’ll drop to your knees again and I’ll come so hard down your throat you’ll choke on the deluge.”

“Yes.” She answered me at once. I rewarded her by slipping my finger directly inside her heat, her walls gripping me greedily as her back arced with the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re like a tight little virgin instead of my filthy little whore. Your pussy’s begging for me, Capella, pleading with me to fuck you violently. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathed after a moment’s hesitation but accompanied it with a groan as she pushed herself further onto my fingers, the pressure causing my knuckle to graze her clit. “Please, please fuck me.”

Her begging fired a heat through every single fibre of my body, beckoning the beast to party; tempting him to escape his cell and break the rules I had enforced on him where Frankie was concerned. As if sensing my hesitation she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyelids heavy with her desire and yearning. “I need you, Tate…
You
, whatever you have in there, I need it. The fire is scorching me, driving the freak in me wild. Please.”

I narrowed my eyes on her and stepped forward, pushing her flat against the stark white tiles, her pretty little tits pressing deliciously against the harsh cold of the ceramic, her nipples ripening into rigid peaks as my hips and body held her prisoner. “There’s no freak in you, Frankie. Whoever told you that is a coward who couldn’t handle the passion inside you, and he definitely didn’t appreciate the ecstasy your wildness could have given him. Whereas me, I wonder if you’re are fully letting go, showing me exactly what’s inside you.”

She lowered her eyes and I narrowed mine then slid my hand around the front of her neck, spreading my fingers wide over the width and capturing her under my control, “But can you handle what’s inside me, babe? You have no idea how dark I go, how cruel the animal in me likes to behave.”

Her dark eyes fired as her lips curled with a wicked smirk, the debauchery in her written intensely on her expression, “And my monster likes to play with animals.”

I licked my lips as my gut exploded in abandoned need and depraved desires; “Are you sure?”

“Do your best.”

I chuckled and grinned dirtily before I tightened my grip on her neck and shoved my knee between her thighs, forcing her legs wider and placing her pussy on offer for the way I wanted to slam into her. Wrapping my fingers around my cock as my other hand copied and embraced her throat; I slid my cock between her firm thighs and rubbed up and down her sex, pressing harder when I skimmed her clit, teasing the delicate tip with the silver bead. Her legs trembled, her breathing hard and laborious as she came alive beneath me and her carnal side harmonised with my own darkness. I glided into her slowly and effortlessly, her arousal making the route for me slick and smooth as her warmth welcomed me and sent a shiver up my spine. My eyes closed as I remained still and deep inside her, savouring the bliss that overtook my body at our joining.

Her back arched, pushing her flush to my chest before she lifted her arms and wrapped them behind my neck, drawing my face towards hers as she inclined towards me. I watched as her tongue darted out and ran the length of her puffy lips, her arousal drying them with each of her harsh breaths.

I pulled out as slowly as I sunk in, her eyes questioning the beast and I smirked at her but she didn’t react, merely waited patiently for me to untie the leash and set him free. I saw the swirl of want on her face as I took her lip between my teeth and pulled on it gently before sucking on the bite to soothe the ache. She moaned and circled her hips, grinding herself on me as she began to get desperate but I pulled out and spun her round until her back slammed against the wall and the air left her lungs in a whoosh with the impact.

“I’m warning you, Frankie. This is your last chance to keep me chained, stop me from taking you exactly how I’ve fantasised about.”

She stared at me, her lips parted and her chest heaving. I had never witnessed a woman so beautiful and desirable, the darkness glowed on her face, each emotion a contradiction against the other as her blaze extinguished her self-doubt and her need overpowered her hesitancy. “I’m yours to take, Tate. Unchain yourself and rip mine from me.”

I was inside her in a heartbeat, slamming my hips tight against hers as I forced her further onto the wall, cramming her tits against my chest, her nipples scraping across my chest hair and triggering a ripple of pleasure to flow through her.

We both groaned loudly, our unison hot and perfect as she moulded around me, her pussy sculpting over every single ridge of my cock, her chest sliding dreamily over mine, her legs wrapping my waist and gripping me as tight as her arms around my neck. Her lips smashed with need on mine, her tongue clashing angrily as her teeth bit and brutalised my lips.

I pounded her so hard I was sure I’d give her friction burn but she flourished, thrived on the pain as she demanded more and more, her talk filthy and disgusting as she slammed her hips in rhythm to mine. “More. Fuck me Tate. Make me come like I never have.”

I was surprised she could get the words out as sweat dripped down her face, causing her to blink rapidly when it trickled into her eyes but her raging hunger fed her lust as she came to life.

“You greedy whore,” I hissed as I latched my teeth into her shoulder and bit down severely, earning a strict squeeze of my cock as her cunt pulsed and twitched excitedly. “Yeah, you like that. You like my cock filling and stretching you.”

“God yes” she screamed as I pummelled her. Surely her pain barrier was stretched to its limit by now but she challenged me to more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when your pussy is hungrily swallowing my cock.” Each word was emphasised with a deep hard thrust, “Tell me, Capella, tell me how much you fucking love it.”

“Fuck yes, I love it. I love your cock.” She was thrashing wildly, her release on the horizon but its denial adamant and cruel as her thighs hugged me harder so she could lift and lower herself harder on me, skewering herself brutally as she begged for climax. “Tate,” she sobbed as the famine ravaged her body, her nerves taut and piqued as her mind went crazy with the torment.

“Tell me what you need.”

She stiffened and I knew I was close to her shame, her body tight and her eyes fearful of what she needed. “You either tell me or you’ll take me in your mouth and I’ll refuse your release, Frankie."

She swallowed as I slid my thumb between us and teased her clit, pushing her torment over the edge as I watched the dilemma cross her face, her humiliation battling with her craving. I pressed cruelly against her throat as I slowed my fucking, driving her even further into madness. “Tell ME!” I ordered.

“My…” She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as her face tightened with her anger. “My arse, I want you in my arse.”

At long fucking last. I knew this was her ultimate fantasy and her worst mortification but I grinned lewdly at her, knowing what happened now was important and essential to her self-respect. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Her eyes snapped open just before I lifted her off me and turned her until she was facing the wall again. “Bend right over and do it quickly, I’m throbbing for your ass.”

She gasped but did as I asked. Her body tensed as I slid my finger in her pussy and dragged her thick juice up then worked it into her, swirling gently inside her to open her up. “Have you ever taken a cock in your arse?” She shook her head and whimpered as her mind met disgust but her body welcomed the pleasure. “Did you ever want to?”

She trembled and I placed my palm on the dip of her back gently, my other hand still working her ass to take me. “Don’t ever deny me, Capella.” I ordered when she refrained from answering me. “Anal fucking is hot. There is nothing more pleasurable and nothing shameful in it. There’s just you and me here, no one else. The curtain is closed, nobody can see you and fuck babe, me and my dick are delighted you wanna encourage the monster in me and play how we like to play.”

She whimpered loudly as I slid my cock in her pussy to lube more then pressed into her arse as gently as I could. She hissed and stiffened but blew out a breath and pushed against me, opening her tight passage and relaxing her muscles. She knew what to do, therefore telling me she’d played before but most probably alone with her toys.

“Oh fuck yes. You feel so good, babe. So fucking tight and hot. Your ass tells me it likes my cock buried inside it.”

“Yes,” she whispered as her head dropped and she started to pant. “Tate, fuck me harder, please.”

I started a slow rhythm working her gently but when she started to push back against me, the beast broke loose and reared his ugly head.

I’m not sure what happened but I tore into her with so much brutality my ears hummed as hard as my body, my breathing completely veered off course and my mind took me to a place so euphoric that everything seemed surreal and hazy.

My fingers clawed at her, twisting her hair cruelly in my grip as I yanked her back to drive deeper and harder. Her screams echoed off the tiles, hitting me full on with each erotic cry, “Fuck… You like that, my little slut, my cock deep in your ass, your sweet tight pussy dripping juices down your thighs as you come over and over again.”

She was wild, her orgasms constant and fierce as she propelled us both into nirvana. I came so hard and violently I collapsed, wrapping my arms around her waist to take her with me into the pool of warm water that had collected in the tray.

She cried out my name as I roared hers, my body jerking and bucking with the intensity of my orgasm.

Paradise was pure fucking rapture as Frankie softened around me and collapsed languidly, her own gratification as deep as my own as she sighed dreamily and focused on bringing her breathing back to its natural rhythm. “Holy shit!” she squeaked.

I chuckled into her neck, my mouth tasting the richness of her soaked skin as we both wallowed in the warmth of the water. “Mmmm,” I mumbled as I nuzzled into her, it was all I could manage.

She sighed again and snuggled back onto me, my cock still buried in her ass but I think she rather liked it there.

Frankie

I traced the edge of his fingers with the tips of mine as my back moulded to his chiselled chest, the deep contours fitting against my form perfectly. His breathing was heavy in my ear as he attempted to gain some symmetry to his body, the soft puffs tickling the wet skin of my neck and generating a ripple of goose bumps.

“I met Jarod when I was sixteen,” I started quietly. His body tensed against me as he sensed my need for liberation, my need to finally get this shit out of me and throw it in the trash. I both needed and wanted to let it go, I was ready now.

“He was fun and loving. We started out as friends and things progressed from there until we were dating.”

“Were you still in school?” Tate asked softly as he wrapped his arms tighter around me and pulled me further into him, his compassion enveloping me and giving me a sense of security and comfort.

“Yes,” I sighed heavily. “We were in sixth form. My Dad sent me to a private school after… well after some shit kicked off in the wake of Momma’s death.” I shivered as a memory assaulted me; a name shouted out in the throw of a heated argument, an angry man pulling at me and a child, hidden in the shadows against the wall, his small face wet with tears as he watched the scene.

Tate sighed softly, pulling me from the reflection as it crumbled in my mind, refusing to let me access it further. I stared at the gleaming white shower tiles, a deep frown on my face when I realised how spotless this place was but not a single person had been to clean since Tate and I had been trapped here. “I hated the place; the girls were all snooty evil bitches, the boys were even worse but Jarod seemed… different. He was always appreciative of what I wanted, my feelings and he was patient with me.”

“You were a virgin when you started dating?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “And Jarod was happy to wait until I was ready. And when we finally had sex, it was good.”