Damsel in Control (18+ Only) - The Rogue Pack

Chapter 9

He continues with this pattern, and I feel the coil slowly build in my abdomen with each flick of my clit. It's slow enough to make me burn with anticipation, but not quite fast enough for me to cum.

My eyes are locked with his, although he occasionally flicks his eyes down to watch his fingers as they disappear inside me. I clench slightly around his fingers and I see him swallow harshly.

"You going to cum for me?" I nod enthusiastically, all attempts at playing it cool forgotten. There's something about his sensual dominance that is so incredibly sexy... Unlike any brutal form of dominance I've ever experienced before.

"Atta girl." His fingers speed up, thumb twirling around my clit. I moan as he finally gives me the speed I need, my hips rocking into his hand. He adds a bit of pressure and I practically collapse, saved just in time by my trembling arms. His fingers are relentless, my mouth falls open, dirty moans escaping me. My eyes remain locked with his, and he leans forward to kiss me passionately, tongue claiming my mouth as my mind struggles to form any coherent thought.

Suddenly his fingers leave me, twirling around my clit, and I come undone immediately, eyes rolling back, head held in place by his hand as I cum. I don't even see him as he watches my face, my vision turns black and I moan loudly, no inhibitions clouding my natural reaction. His fingers continue, not slowing or backing off, not relenting in their assault and my head shakes slowly as I try to tell him that I can't take anymore.

"You're going to give me another one, gorgeous." I whine, and shake my head lightly, overwhelmed by the sensations he's giving me.

"It wasn't a question." He bends his hand, palm coming into contact with my clit as his fingers enter me once again, and he rocks his hand, dragging me instantly into a second more violent orgasm, my legs shaking around him. This time, he removes his fingers, pulling me into his chest as I gasp, mouth still slack and open. He takes advantage, fingers moving over my tongue until my ability to form a thought returns enough for me to take the hint and suck on them, tasting myself on his skin.

He places a sweet kiss on my forehead as his other hand rubs circles on my back.

"Good girl." There's a loud pop as his fingers leave my mouth and he strokes my jaw, tilting my head back so he can capture my lips in a sensual kiss. His hands grip my ass and he moves us to the edge of the sofa, then stands, my legs securely wrapped around his torso, showing surprising strength considering his slim build.

My brain still feels fuzzy, and I barely register as he walks us to the bedroom. He slowly lowers me to the bed and I shuffle backwards as he crawls towards me. His lips nuzzle into my neck, and I collapse back onto his pillow, fingers stroking gentle circles on his back. His fingers move to open his belt buckle, but mine beat him to it. I trail my hand down, cupping him and he hisses, hands coming up to hold my head as he leans down for a deep kiss, my hand continuing to stroke him through the material of his trousers.

He grunts, and his hand knocks mine to the side. He pops his button, unzips himself, and reaches into his boxers, readjusting himself. I amuse myself with the buttons on his waistcoat as he starts to stroke himself. Only when I've opened the final button does he finally step back, lifting himself off the bed to remove his trousers and boxers in one go. His dick springs free and I gulp as I take him in. He rips the waistcoat off, throwing it into the corner of the room without regard. He then takes his time, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, watching me as he does.

The tension is unbearable and my hands skim over my body, playing with my tits then travelling down onto my abdomen as I watch him.

Finally his shirt is off, and he stands in front of me in all his glory. He leans down towards me, lightly pecking my lips. Then he pushes me into the bed, hands gripping my knees as he lines himself up with my entrance.

We moan in unison as he pushes into me, stretching my walls, and I gasp when he bottoms out. He starts with a steady rhythm, and one of his hands comes down to play with my clit. I quickly turn into an incoherent mess under his steady ministrations as he brings me close to a third orgasm. But he stops just before I hit my peak and I groan in frustration.

"You're going to have to work for this one." It's the only warning I hear before he flips us over, settling me on top of his lap as he smirks up at me from the bed. His hands rest on my hips, and I take the hint, lifting myself onto him. From this position he reaches further into me and I groan at the fullness. My hips sway slightly, getting used to the sensation. His fingers dig into my skin but otherwise he does nothing to suggest that he wants me to go any faster.

When I start to rock harder, lifting myself off him then pushing back down, he lets out a series of groans. I continue to use him, dictating the rhythm as I slowly get closer to my high. My hands rest on his thighs behind me, using him as leverage as the speed and force of my movements steadily grows.

Suddenly his hands wrap around my shoulders and he pulls me down to him, bringing us chest to chest. I nuzzle my lips into his neck, my hips continuing a steady rhythm.

One of his hands comes up to grip the back of my neck as the other encircles me. Then he takes over, his hips coming up to meet mine thrust for thrust. I am powerless against his chest as he uses me to chase his own high. Even when I cum around him for the third time, my pussy pulsing around him, he continues to thrust into me until he finishes with a groan, legs shaking as he reaches his high.