Larkin Ch. 17

He pushed the blankets back and moved down, shoving her legs wide and high. He moved his mouth down to her pussy, like the servant girl had so many nights ago. He licked and sucked and bit hard enough that it pushed beyond pleasure to pain. He kept mixing the two, getting her excited and worked up, then nipping roughly. He put his lips over her clit and sucked hard, pulling it into his mouth, then putting it between his teeth. He didn't close his teeth, but she cried out in fear, even as pleasure coursed through her. He released it and bit lower, hard enough to make her cry out again, in pain this time. He switched back to pleasure and she was so anxious, expecting the next bite that the rising orgasm was held at bay. Finally, after so long, she couldn't help but relax and let it happen. As she was coming, screaming in pleasure and bucking against his face, he nipped one of her pussy lips gently again.

When he moved higher, letting go of her legs, he looked dark and angry. He slid his cock into her with a rough thrust, staring down at her with his livid expression. "Tell me you love me, whore," he hissed.

"I love you," she said without hesitation, as much feeling as she could summon in her voice. "I adore you Wynt... OH!"

He slammed into her with all of his might. "Say it like you mean it, whore."

"I do, my Wynter I love you! I...AHHH, please!" she begged as he slammed into her again. "You are all I... AHH! OH, pleeease!" she wailed at another slam.

He pulled out and flipped her over, then rammed his cock into her ass. He held it there, deep until she stopped screaming and crying. "Say it."

"I love yAHHHH!" she sobbed as he slammed into her ass as hard as he could.

"Again!"

He rammed her every time she tried to say it, but she did not stop. She repeated it over and over no matter how many times he hurt her. He finally stopped ramming her and began fucking her, yanking her hips back into his as he thrust forward. She felt good, squeezing his cock with her tight ass and he loved how her ass bounced off of his hips as he thrust. She was still sobbing, gripping the blankets and whispering over and over again that she loved him. He finally came, deep in her ass and pulled out. She collapsed as soon as he let her go and lay there crying.

"Get up. Go clean up. Hurry," he demanded.

She staggered to the basin and he turned away, looking out the window. She half watched him through the mirror as she washed her face. She wondered if she broke the mirror if it would give her a shard of glass large enough to open her own veins. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.

She turned to him but could not look up at him as he finished dressing. He stalked past her and she jumped when she heard the door slam. She looked behind her at the empty room and the closed door, but immediately her skin prickled. She was being watched. He either hadn't left or was watching her somehow.

She huddled in on herself and cried, going down to her hands and knees. After a few minutes of rocking, she lifted her face and looked up at the dress. The white wedding dress on the stand. She stood and half staggered to it and touched it lightly, then broke down sobbing again, dropping to the floor in anguish. After a moment, she sat up, her face looking tortured. She stood and went back to the mirror, then picked up the pitcher and smashed it the mirror with it. Her fingers searched for a shard long enough and she sliced her fingers as she found one and brought it to her wrist.

He was there so fast, he had to have been in the room. He grabbed both of her wrists and jerked her hands apart. "No! Drop it! You do not get to die!"

"I have to! Please! I don't deserve you, I hurt you! If I am gone you can heal!"

"I said drop it! Now!"

She dropped the shard, breaking down sobbing again, going limp in his arms. He pulled her away from the broken glass, then switched her wrists to one hands and pulled the door open to shout for a servant. In seconds, he was demanding bandages from whoever was at the door. He dragged her back to the table and set her in a chair, then knelt down in front of her to look up at her.

"Look at me Larkin. Open your eyes and look at me, now! You will NEVER do that again, do you understand? I forbid you to try to harm yourself."

"Please, Wynter, please? If I am gone you can stop hating me, you can move on. Please let me allow you to be happy again?"

"Stop talking," he demanded, taking the bowl of water and bandages from the servant. He washed her hands gently as she lay against him limply. "You will not break Larkin. Not yet. Not now. Helene, find her a gown."

"Yes m'lord," the girl said, then hurried away.

Wynter wrapped her fingers gently but firmly, then helped her put the gown on. He lay her on the bed and pulled the blankets up, but she lay staring at the wall, her eyes vacant. He stroked her hair back and sat next to her. "Lark... you will stay here with me. Look at me. Look at me!"

She blinked and turned her head enough to look at him. Her eyes filled with tears again as she looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry! I wish I would have known how you felt! I never wanted to hurt you! I'm so sorry."

"Hush. Don't turn away, look at me Larkin! Look me in the eye. Did you fuck another man?"

"No Wynter."

"Did you touch another man?"

"No Wynter."

"Did you let another man touch you?"

"No Wy... umm. I don't know? He was dressed as a woman... and he liked boys. He helped me dress as a boy and he bound my chest with a wrap. It wasn't..."

"Hush. Did you let another man touch you and give you pleasure?"

"No Wynter."

"Are you lying about how you feel about me?"

"No Wynter... did you really care for me? Truly? Or did you say that to hurt me?"

"I am asking the questions," he said angrily. "Did you develop feelings for any of those men?"

"Yes Wynter. Abel was like a father to me and I was like a daughter to him. I cared for him like I did my father."

"No, Larkin, stop being obtuse."

"I am being honest. I cared for no man like I do you. Never. I didn't even look. You are all I have ever..."

"Hush. Did you really think of me?"

"Every day. Every hour. I spent my nights wishing you were close to me, holding me."

"Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?" he asked, his voice low.

"I thought of you every time. I even imagined your hand, so hot on my bottom when you weren't being too rough. How thrilling your touch was, always... the way you touched me... there. I couldn't make it feel the same, but I tried. The way you kissed me... the way I lost myself in you every time. The look in your eyes when I pleased you, that small smile you gave me on those rare occasions... ohh.."

He had slipped his hand beneath the blankets when she mentioned the way he used his fingers on her and pulled her gown up to slip his fingers between her legs. He rolled his fingertips over her clit, still looking down at her with that smoky look.

"Yes," she whispered. "That... ohhhh!"

"Are you my whore?"

"I am yours my Wynter, always."

"Are you my whore?"

"Yes Wynter, I am your whore. Yours alone. Ohhhh... oh please my love! Ohhhh!"

His mouth covered hers as his fingers circled her bud and she moaned into his mouth as she writhed beneath him. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close against her. Her pleasure rose up and she let it, she gave herself to it. The pleasure crested and she cried out. He swallowed her cries with a groan and didn't stop as her body went taut and her back arched under him. Even after her muscles relaxed, he drew more moans from her as he kissed her more passionately. She was mewling and squirming, trying to escape the oversensitive and overwhelming feeling that was driving her insane. He refused to stop as he pulled back from her mouth. She was panting and whimpering until the sensitivity lessened and transitioned into ecstasy. He did not stop until he had brought her again, screaming and clutching him.

He shoved the blankets back and went up to his knees, pulling his pants down. She watched his cock spring free, so hard and ready. She moved as if to take him in her mouth, but he flipped her and pulled her to her hands and knees. He slid into her easily, she was so wet and she moaned again, pushing back onto him. He pumped rapidly with a need and she worked with him, pushing against him as he thrust into her. He came quickly, throbbing as he growled and pulled her close, pulling her against him. He poured hot cum into her, pulse after pulse, filling her and she laid her head back on his shoulder with a soft, happy sigh.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded.

"You my love! Oh, you my Wynter. That was... so incredible." She was still trying to breathe and he bore her down to the bed, collapsing half on top of her as he held her from behind.

"You are mine. You are mine Larkin, never forget it. You will never harm yourself again. Do you hear me?"

"Yes my love. I am yours. I will always be yours."

"Tell me."

"I love you Wynter. More than anything."

"Again."

"I love you!" she said, turning to pull him into another kiss. He kissed her, roughly and possessively.

He pulled back and growled in a whisper, "You are mine."

"Forever," she whispered back.