Page 25 of Seen By Larabe
“Larabee, I’m sorry. I know I…” I shush her with my mouth on hers because right now, I just need to have a moment of peace before I unleash.
“Fuck, angel. You scared the living shit out of me for a whole fucking day, Satine.” I say into her mouth finally beginning to replace all of the emotions.
“I know. I forgot to bring it up yesterday and then by the time I realized it Lily was here and…”
“And you decided ‘oh well. Who cares what my husband said. I do what I want.’’ With a dying phone no less, huh? Is that what you said to yourself?” My voice is harsh and gritty. It is filled with relief yes, but also anger and a ferocious call from inside of me to claim her again, but to remind her who is in charge and what happens when I am disobeyed.
“No, I-I would never…” She recognizes the danger she is in and begins to back away. I stalk her, movement for movement, slowly unbuckling my belt. I have no intention of hitting her with it. I would rather rip my own heart out than to strike her with an object, but the fear in her eyes at the error she made today, well that makes my cock ache.
“Don’t move another foot, Satine.” I whip my belt off and let it hang from my hand. It is not lost on me the anxiety just seeing it as a threat. “Strip,” I command her. She looks at me unsure for a moment before she begins removing her clothes. My body begins to hum at her obedience, her eagerness to do as she is told, even if for one day she didn’t.
“Larabee.” She calls my name and looks to me for approval. My gaze sweeps up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her tits that have gotten rounder and lusher. I slither my way down her body, salivating over her hips that are widening with each passing day, preparing itself to grow and carry my sons and daughters.
Before me she stands, naked, vulnerable, so fucking gorgeous and all mine. “Get on your knees, angel. Get on your knees and open your mouth.” My heart moves in rapid beats watching her fall to her knees like an obedient, good girl. Her eyes grow heavy when her chest expands with her rapidly changing breaths as she takes in my cock. Fuck it’s heady shit watching your woman ache for what only you can give her. I rub her cheek for a moment, giving her the praise she needs. “Such a good girl,” I tell her, growling and licking my lips. Her eyes flash defiance for a second because she can hear the sarcasm since today she proved she is a disobedient bitch.
I steady my eyes between her legs, that valley that has launched a million wars. I can see the shiny dew coating her thighs and normally, I would feast on the glaze, rub my face in it and bring her to the brink over and over, but this is not for her enjoyment. No. She didn’t earn it.
“Open your mouth.” She starts for a moment because my normal accolades of love and affection other than a moment ago have ceased and she is now realizing the perilousness of her situation. “Stick your fucking tongue out and hum.” As soon as her mouth opens and she does as I ask, I push through her tight wet mouth and straight to the back of her throat.
Her hands push at my corded thighs while she gags and fights for air. “Oh no you little bitch. You almost destroyed me today, not knowing where you were, no way to communicate with you. Hell, I didn’t know who you were with until the very last few minutes. You almost killed me, Satine.” I roar into the abyss. She continues to hum because she knows it allows me to slide further down her esophagus. I don’t miss the slight rubbing of her thighs proving to me that not only is she perfect for me, but also that this is far from a punishment, yet.
I continue my punishing thrusts anchored in anger and more fear than I have ever felt facing the barrel of a gun. Hearing that her father is here, now in our city is sending me spiraling and not having her complete acquiescence will be what pushes me over the edge. I should pull back, I mean shit, her eyes are bloodshot from the lack of oxygen off and on and her face is covered in tears and snot, but she has never looked more radiant.
Slowly I pull out, her gasps for air sends chills up my spine because that is the sound of life. “Lick it.” She looks at me so proud and licks her tongue out around the head of my oozing cock. “That’s it, baby. Keep licking. Lick the tip. I want to see my seed on your tongue.” She licks the cum that is sliding down the side and closes her eyes as she takes it in. “Such a good girl. Look at you.” Her eyes are beaming with pride and then I take it away once more.
“Hum!” I command once more. This time I will not stop. With one hand behind her head and the other around her throat, making the fit snugger and the ability to breath even less, I batter in and out of her neck, cursing her for not thinking of her own safety and my sanity. I condemn her for being my everything and giving me something to lose in this war I live in. I destroy her in retaliation for all the ways she can destroy me.
Her breathing becomes shallow and her eyes less and less able to remain open. “I am an asshole. I know I should give her permission to tap out, but hell, when I allow her to breathe it will inflate life back into me. “YOU are EVERYTHING!” I shout trying to hold off the inevitable. “If I lose you there will be nothing, Piccola. NOTHING!” I am roaring now. Mixing my anguish and rage together. “This entire city will fall and everyone in it. Do not turn me into an annihilator against my will.” She tries to nod but she is moments from passing out. I should stop, put an end to this but my mind and cock won’t let me. Dio mio, look at how she trusts me implicitly with no fear or self-preservation. “You go nowhere. Do nothing. See no one without me knowing. Christ, I could have lost you. I could have lost you,” I whisper that last part and that is what finally breaks me.
Slowly my grip on her neck loosens, not too swiftly because doing so could rush the oxygen to her brain and she could pass out. A little at a time I allow her life, pulling my cock from her neck in measured movements while letting go of her.
She begins to gag, gasp and cough. The combination of everything sends my seed shooting from my dick. In one last attempt to punish her, I pull back and let it hit the floor. I don’t reward her with it on her skin proving she is mine. I don’t allow her the pleasure of drinking it like a shot of whiskey after a long day. No. She doesn’t get it at all.
The moment it hits the floor she looks at me and I know my message has been received loud and clear. When you belong to me, you do as I have commanded.
Grunting, I stuff my still rock-solid cock back into my pants and hold my hand out for her. She limply places hers in mine and attempts to stand. When her knees all but buckle I bend and lift her into my arms before ascending the stairs into our room. I am still angry, more so at myself because there should be more than one way I have set up to track her. Yeah, this is more so on me than her.
“I-I’m so sorry,” She hiccups, short whispers of sobs leave her mouth.
“I know my angel. I know you are, but it doesn’t change the fact that for hours I didn’t know where you were. I was waiting for a call telling me you had been found dead or taken back by the men who are still looking for you. Do you have any idea how that feels?” I am trying to keep the leftover ire from my tone, but I know it is a losing battle.
“I kept telling myself to use Lily’s phone to call you. I knew you would be sick with worry, but I think I was enjoying doing something for me once, with no one’s permission and no one’s rules. Does that make me awful?” Well shit. Now I feel like an asshole. Then, as soon as I remember the pictures showing me her father is here, I feel justified once again. But, I also want to acknowledge what she has said.
“No Piccola. You are not awful. Actually, I get it now that you have put it that way, and I will work on a way to give you freedom while keeping you close. However, I also need you to understand that in the world we devote our lives too, you are a liability. In the world of crime and death, everyone we love can be used against us and I cannot let that be you. I love you, Piccola. You have become the blood running through my veins and without you, I am exsanguinated.” A tear falls from her eyes when I bend my head and take her mouth in a slow kiss. My hand drifts down to the bruising already forming on her neck and the beast inside of me roars at the proof she is still mine.
I am so lost in thought trying to figure out a way through this, that I don't realize she has fallen asleep. Smiling, I scoot her under the covers and kiss the side of her head. “Sleep, my love. Tomorrow will be a new day.” And I will kill everyone who stands in our way.
Twenty
Satine
Three Days Later
“Mmm, babe.” For the past three days I have been waking up to him between my legs and his hand around my throat grunting and cursing about how I belong to him and he's never letting me go. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of him completing me from inside out. I even love his hands shackling me and proving to me how much power he has, but what I don't like are the lines of worry etched into his forehead or the tension that seems to follow him even when it's just us home alone.
I've asked him multiple times what was wrong, but he'll only look at me and say “nothing for you to worry about, Piccola. I'll protect you with my last breath.” He always cuts off the conversation with either his cock or his mouth making me come.
“Fuck, you feel so good angel. I will die to keep the secret between these legs. Do you know why you were kidnapped? Do you know what they wanted from you?” I'm trying to find the will to answer him but all I can do is feel the bruising force of his thrusts and the controlling nature of his hold. His hand squeezes harder waiting on me to answer.