Chapter 238

I swallow hard. I was not expecting Archer to get so blindingly jealous, but frankly, it’s hot as fuck. Is he mad he wasn’t my first? Just how wild would it drive him being my second?

“Neil,” I say, answering his question without fear. Neil can handle himself against Archer’s rage if it comes to that. Though, more likely, and the reason for excitement, I’m about to be pounded into oblivion.

Archer’s eyes darken and his lip curls in a snarl. “You want me to fuck you now?”

I nod. He can fuck me right up against this car if he wants to. I really couldn’t care less. Whatever gets that dick that’s tenting his pants inside of me right this minute is fine with me.

“Fuck you second? I’ll fuck you best.” He’s growling now, it persists even outside of his words. “I’ll fuck you until you see goddamn stars.”

I just came but my body is already ramping back up. Gods, all he has to do is talk dirty to me and I bet I’d come from that. But that’s not all I want this time.

His hands come to my hips. I hold my breath, not sure what to expect. Then, in the next instant, he hoists me up and onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. He hauls me forward, out of the room, leaving my clothes in a heap on the garage floor.

I know better than to try to call out for him to stop. Archer’s in a rage of my own making, and to be honest, I’m here for it. My pussy’s already sopping wet again. My nipples are so hard, it’s painful. And my ass is still stinging enough to keep most intrusive thoughts away.

He carries me up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. There, he kicks open the door, then kicks it closed again behind us. He walks straight up to his bed, then drops me onto it.

My ass hurts slightly at the contact, but the mattress and comforter are soft. I don’t really feel it, especially not when Archer physically rips his shirt off, shredding it, and does the same for his pants.

He’s dressed to naked in two-seconds flat. His dick is swollen, rock hard and red. He pounces onto me, pressing his knees hard into the mattress at either side of my hips. His cock rubs up against my abdomen as he leans over.

“Raise your hands, slut.”

I obey, lifting my hands above my head. He grabs one of my wrists and drags it up to the bedpost. There he… fuck are those handcuffs?

He closes the handcuffs around my wrist. They’re padded and covered in soft fur, so it doesn’t hurt. What it does is totally constrain my movement, especially when he does the same to my other wrist on the opposite bedpost.

He looks down at me and waits. If he’s waiting for my safeword, he’ll be waiting forever. I’m so turned on, I might actually explode into a million tiny pieces at any moment.

To prove my consent, I whimper a little and say, “Please, Daddy. Fuck me good.”

Archer fucking roars, “I’ll fuck you best!”

He’s like an animal as he rearranges himself. Pressing his knees between my thighs, he splits open my legs. He takes only a moment to pull a condom from his side table. He rips it open with his teeth and then rolls it over his hard length.

Then, taking his dick in his hand, he lines himself up with my entrance, and then plows straight inside, without mercy, all the way to the hilt.

It doesn’t hurt at all this time. Instead, I jump straight to feeling full and oh my Gods! When he starts to pull out, his massive cock drags against that bundle of nerves inside of me.

He’s only fucked me once, and I’m already seeing stars. This man keeps his promises.

“Daddy, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, ah!”

He plunges back inside of me like he was made to be there. In and out, again and again, he keeps a punishing pace.

With my hands tied up, I can’t reach for him. I can’t claw my marks down his back. I can’t even really contribute at all. I can only lie back and take it as he fucks his hard cock into my wet cunt again and again and again.

He grunts and growls as he pistons his hips, thrusting and pulling into my wet heat.

“Slut,” he groans. “My fucking slut.”

Yes. I’m his. In this moment and any other that he wants me. I belong to him.

The bed creaks under the force of his movements. The headboard smacks into the wall, punctuated by my moans and screams and his grunts and curses.

“Fuck!” he calls out. “Fuck yes!”

It’s wild and hot, I’m burning alive. And just like that I’m nearing the peak once more. It’s so hot, it’s all too much. I can’t hold on.

I scream as I’m thrown over the line of pleasure, and straight down into the boundless sea of bliss.

My entire body trembles. My pussy twitches and squeezes.

“Ah!” Archer cries out, and suddenly, he is pumping into me, dick spasming.

A moment passes. Two. Then he collapses right on top of me.

I’m barely cognizant. My pleasure is still washing over me in waves. He’s still inside of me. My pussy squeezes him like it’s trying to squeeze him dry. He moans softly into the nook of my shoulder and neck. His hips are still moving forward in phantom thrusts, though there’s not much effort in it now.

After another moment, he rolls away from me, pulling out of me in the same instance. I wince a little, recognizing the soreness now, both in my pussy and on my ass.

Archer reaches up to the handcuffs. He presses a hidden button on the side of them and one of my hands pops loose. Then he reaches and does the same to the other handcuff.

My wrists are a little red. I hadn’t held back much when I’d tugged and pulled at them.

Archer takes one of my hands in his and inspects the red line. He frowns at it.

“It will heal soon,” I remind him. “My wolf is slowly manifesting, remember? I heal faster now.”

That doesn’t seem to console him. Instead, he leans in close and gently licks at the red line.

It’s a different kind of intimate, not sexual but… It’s hard to explain.

My thoughts are still up in a jumble, even as they are returning to me. I feel a little like I’m dropping down from a high up place. I’m uncertain and nervous. Did I do the right thing? Did I embarrass myself here tonight?

Archer can somehow tell, like he as a front row ticket to my inner thoughts. Before I can spiral too far, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into the safe, warm – albeit somewhat sticky sweaty – shell of his body.

I breathe in his scent and immediately relax.

“You’re a good girl,” he whispers into my ear. “You were so good for me.”

The bad feelings slowly ease away, and only good ones are left. “Hold me for a while?” I ask, my voice trembling. I’m scared to give him a command of my own, but he pushes away that fear just as quickly as I had it.

“Yes,” he says, and tightens his hold just to prove it.