Page 99 of Branded

“Please, what? Please fuck you harder? Please choke you while I use this pussy?” His free hand comes up to wrap around my throat again, squeezing, cutting off air, making spots dance in my vision. “Tell me what you want, Lennox.”

“Make me yours.” The words come out strangled. “Please, remind me of who I belong to.”

He releases my throat just enough for me to gasp in air, then squeezes again, timing it with brutal thrusts that have the bed creaking dangerously. “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You are mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I choke out.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours!”

His hand immediately clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound. “Are you fucking insane? Your whole family is here.” But he’s smiling, feral and satisfied. “Though I like that you forgot. Like that all you can think about is me inside you.”

He sets a punishing rhythm, one hand still covering my mouth, the other moving between us to find my clit. The combination of sensations, his thick cock hitting that spot inside me, his rough fingers on my clit, the restriction of not being able to make noise, is overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he groans, feeling me clench around him. “Your body knows who it belongs to. Even when you’re fighting it, even when you’re trying to convince yourself this is wrong, your pussy gets wet for me. Comes for me. Because it knows you’re mine.”

I am so close, trembling on the edge, and his hand on my mouth is the only thing keeping me from screaming.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, removing his hand from my mouth but keeping his eyes locked on mine in clear warning to stay quiet. “Make yourself come on my cock while I watch. Show me how desperate you are.”

My hand moves between us, fingers of one hand joining his on my clit, the other teasing my nipple, and the added sensation pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my pussy clenching around him rhythmically. I fist the sheets to keep from screaming.

“That’s my perfect little wife, coming on my cock in her childhood home, being naughty.” Sebastian’s voice is straining now, his control fraying. His hand returns to my throat, squeezing as he thrusts harder. “I’m going to fill this pussy. Going to mark you from the inside. Remind you who you belong to. And don’t you ever make me wait this long to claim you again.”

“Do it,” I beg. I can barely breathe around his grip, spots dancing in my vision again, but it just makes everything more intense.

“Fuck, Lennox.” He comes with a guttural groan, his hand tightening on my throat until the restriction pushes me into another smaller orgasm, my body milking him as he empties himself inside me.

He holds his hand there for a few seconds longer, just until my vision starts to darken around the edges, then releases. I gasp for air, shaking, overwhelmed.

“Len, are you good?” His voice is rough but genuinely concerned as he pulls out carefully.

“I don’t know.” I melt into the bed, my hand going to my throat. It will be bruised. “That’s way better than just my hand last night.”

“Mrs. Drake, did you masturbate without me?”

“Yes, I did.” I meet his gaze, smiling. “See, I was talking to my husband and we were flirting and I missed him.”

“Just so you know, I would have gladly video-called to see that,” he whispers before leaning over and kissing me.

I finally sit up and look around for my clothes, reality crashing back. “I need to get back to my room. Before anyone wakes up.”

“Lennox.”

“I need to go back to my room.” I find my panties, though my bra is destroyed, hooks broken. I pull on my jeans and sweater. “Thank you. For giving me what I needed.”

“Come here first.”

I turn back, and he pulls me into a kiss. Gentle this time, tender, and passionate, his hand cupping the back of my head.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips. “Because you chose to be mine tonight. Remember that.”

“I will.”

I slip out of the guest room, closing the door quietly behind me. The hallway is dark and silent. I tiptoe to my old room, my body still humming with sensation, my throat tender, Sebastian’s cum leaking into my panties with every step.

I climb into my childhood bed and touch my throat gently, feeling where his fingers were. It’s definitely going to bruise.