The Twelve Zenati Pt. 31

"You got what you wanted from me, isn't that enough?" she growled at him.

"What we did tonight doesn't even scratch the surface of what I want from you, Kitten," he said in a harsh low voice looking into her beautiful eyes. "You agreed to give me tonight before we began to fight again and as far as I can tell, it's still night." With that he picked her up and carried her back to the bed they had been sleeping in, nuzzling and nipping at her neck each step of the way." Unless you want to tell me what I want to hear?" he offered.

"Hear something like your dick has some magical power to enslave me and make me the submissive little kitten you want, who will do what you say and tell you whatever you want to hear?" she challenged.

"Fuck, Marcella," he laughed. "Your gift of words is just one of the many things I love about you. How about we put my magical dick to the test one more time," he grinned.

"Fuck you and your magical dick, Noah Zenati," she hissed, knowing she sounded like an adolescent.

"That's where you have it wrong, kitten," he chuckled in a softer more heated way now. "I fully intend to use my magical dick to fuck you until you can't help but admit that you are mine just as much as I am yours." His lips descended on hers again, and he kissed her deeply showing the passion he felt for her. She wasn't fighting him with the full force of her power, and he knew it. He may not have won the war yet, but each battle brought him a little bit closer to her surrender.

She'd given him full control earlier, and it had been mind-blowing, but she had that little voice in her brain drowning out the submissive streak who had gotten her way for a little while. It was time to take back her power or at least attempt to equal the playing field with this man. Her hand reached down between them to circle his cock. She shimmied down his body more than ready to blow his mind, but suddenly she was airborne. He had picked her up from the bed and placed her on her knees on the floor in front of him as he sat, thighs wide, and watched how she dealt with kneeling before him like a sub. Her eyes flickered from him to his cock and back again as she considered refusing the unspoken request.

"You gave me this one night, Kitten, we can fight about who is the Alpha in the morning. You gave me this, don't take it away," Noah crooned all the while he had threaded his hands into her hair and encouraged her to move forward until the smooth round head of his cock rested on her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He pressed gently against the back of her head. She allowed the tip of his cock to push into her mouth, stretching her lips and sliding along her tongue until it hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly.

She tried to move her head back, to fuck his cock with her mouth, but he held her still. Instead of moving back, he pushed forward. Her green eyes looked up at him with alarm, but he was relentless. He wanted to feel those lips around the base of his cock so badly. He knew she could take it; she had taken it before. He was determined to make it happen his way, just this once. Again, she gagged a little, and he stopped. He waited for her to start breathing through her nose, and for her fingers to tighten on his hips, and for her to hopefully push a little forward on her own before he pressed deeper.

Her tongue danced against the underside of his cock, sending sparks to his head. Her eyes never left his as he pushed her down on his cock, taking her mouth until he owned it. A rush of primal need pounded against him when he finally felt her lips around the very base of his cock, her nose pressed into his groin. She was his. His. He needed to make her believe that as much as he knew it to be true.

He finally dragged her back, his fingers tangling further into her hair. When only the head of his cock was in her mouth, and she seemed to have regained some of her breath, he started pushing her down again, enjoying the wet heat of her mouth. She tried to move her mouth down faster, and he felt a thrill at her small show of greed and perhaps that fighting spirit that made her claw for every little piece of control she could get.

He pushed his cock several more times into her throat, fucking her in a slow and steady rhythm revelling in the feeling each time he felt her nose pressed to his flesh, and then finally let his cock head pop from her lips. He pulled her from her knees and held her against him. She was breathless as she buried her face against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You're amazing, Marcella. So, fucking hot," Noah murmured and petted her hair, his other hand sliding down the small of her back to her perfect ass. He caressed it, wanting nothing more than to spank her into submission to his every whim at that moment and feel her claws as she hissed and spat at him.

Its was a strange mix of emotions Marcella felt at that moment. She hated that his words and the way he enjoyed every moment of intimacy with her were as if she was special and different to all of the other women he must have known. She hated that he made her feel anything, let alone the bond he kept trying to push onto her. He claimed to love her, but she knew he couldn't. Fuck, not even her own family had loved her. She shook her head and tried to banish the thoughts as his hands continued to caress her body, and he whispered the honey-sweet words into her ear. She much preferred when they fought and had angry sex as they had in the treehouse, although that seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Noah could feel Marcella slipping away from him again, and he knew he had to do something to snap her out of it. He knew that a physical release of pain would focus her attention and break the cycle of destructive thoughts. Without overthinking it, he lay back on the bed and rolled them awkwardly so that Marcella lay on her stomach. He hovered over her pulling her hand up to rest beside her head as the smoothed her hair over one shoulder and kissed across the nape of her neck.

"You are truly amazing, Marcella. You're a beautiful, sensual woman who deserves to be loved and protected as well as have her needs met." She shook her head slowly, but he continued, "You're mine Marcella, just say it. Tell me you feel it and know it just as well as I do."

"No, it's not true," she argued quietly and then yelped as his hand came down on her ass. Still, she didn't move, didn't try to evade the next smack she just took it with a small whimper, and he worried that this might not have been his best move with this precious woman. His big hand stung her sensitive skin, pushing the breath out of her.

"You're mine, and I will always come for you. I won't have you thinking otherwise." His hand came up and down again quickly, sending a sharp pain through her. "You believe Konrad will find you and come for you and yet you don't believe the same of me? Why is that Marcella? What reason have I ever given you to doubt me?"

"No," she whispered on her breath. She couldn't deny the way her body, her pussy reacted to his show of strength, however, very few men had ever attempted to subdue her with pain. Most went too far having the opposite effect to what they wanted. For others, it was a weak half-assed show of dominance that she could out Domme easily. With Noah, however, his hands on her causing her pain were tempered with restraint. They had just the right force attached to them to push her body to react like the submissive nympho these men preferred, and she couldn't help arching her back and lifting her ass higher as if asking for more.

Noah watched her react. Saw the sensual woman push past the fear and self-recrimination. She was one of the most naturally seductive women he had ever known. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and now had a pretty pink tint to its creamy skin. He brought his hand down on it again and heard her moan. He lifted an eyebrow and did it again, and then placed his fingers between her legs, sliding them along her slit and finding her so wet and needy judging by the sounds she made for him now.

She pushed her hips backwards, trying to make him touch her more. He obliged her, sliding one finger deep. She pushed her face down into the bed and gave a whimpering moan. She felt, rather than saw him move behind her and widened her legs when he pushed against them. She whimpered louder when he slid a second finger into her pussy fucking her and stretching her for him as she moved in a sinuous, sensuous undulation below him enjoying the pleasure mixed with the pain, he gave her. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of her and put both hands on her hips. His cock found her slick, hot hole and rammed into her hard and fast making her lose her breath in a great whoosh as he started to pound her without mercy.

She cried out, arching and pushing back as he entered her. She stretched around him like he was made for her. Marcella felt herself giving over control of her body and reactions to him again as Noah took her. It wasn't so much that she gave up her power than that he took it, as his right and always had with her. Of course, outside of sex, it had been subtle, and she had fought him every step of the way to show she was no pushover or submissive little Table nympho baby factory. But right now, she didn't want to fight any more. She wanted to believe him and his words knowing that if he ever let her down, it would break her completely. No, it was better to run. Better for her, better for him, better for them all. Just this one night though she would give in to the dream just like she had agreed.

Noah lifted her hips from the bed, keeping up his relentless pace as if he could fuck some sense into her and prove his love with his proverbial magical dick. He gripped her hips and pulled her on to him, manipulating her for his pleasure as well as hers.

She was coming before she was ready, going off like a rocket when she hadn't nearly had enough. His cock was thick enough to rub against the most sensitive spots with every deep, slow thrust, and she couldn't stop the resulting explosion. Her pussy clamped around him, tightening almost painfully, and he held her while she came. Her head rested back against the bed, and he moved one hand, gliding up her back slowly to brush her hair back from her beautiful face so he could see her. She whimpered and collapsed forward as he pulled out slowly. Even Noah groaned as if his cock complained bitterly at the idea of leaving its tight cocoon.

Marcella rolled to her back panting and looking up at him legs automatically falling open for him as he crawled onto the bed, spreading them further. His hands caressed up her body, over her breasts and neck until they cupped her face.

"I want you to remember this, Marcella. Every time you question where you belong, where you should be, I want you to remember this and know you belong with me. I love you, and whether you will admit it yet or not, you have feelings for me. I know it just as I know that every inch of me belongs to you now."

"Just stop talking and fuck me," Marcella ground out through a throat now thick with the emotion he was infusing into her. She opened her thighs wider for him and curled her legs over his hips. Then she lifted her hips in invitation.

Noah could hear the emotion and need in her voice and skimming his hands from her thighs down to her knees pushed her legs up, over his shoulders, so that she was completely open and exposed to him. Her pussy was beautiful. Its perfect wet heat was a testament to the sensual woman that lay smouldering beneath her surface. He put his hands under her hips and lifted, needing to taste her. He moved one hand, his finger circling the rim of her asshole as he fucked her with his tongue. He wanted to claim every inch of her before the night was done. She tightened her hips when he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, a groan that was half pleasure and half alarm filled the room. He lifted his head and shushed her in a calming way, his finger not stopping its exploration. When she relaxed, he went back to her pussy.

Marcella felt suspended in some kind of other world. All she felt was his hands on her, his mouth on her, and his finger doing something that she rarely let anyone do. It dipped more deeply into her asshole, and she moaned loudly. He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked lightly until she felt her whole body giving over control to him again. Fuck, maybe he did have a magical dick where she was concerned she scolded herself for being a fool, but the sensations he gave her were impossible to ignore.

Just as she had given herself over to pleasure, Noah pulled away. His body moved between her legs, the movement brought her legs up high, and he moved his hands up to her ankles, spreading her wide. He looked down at her pussy, watching himself sliding into her. He was going to fuck her hard. She knew it like she knew her own name. She reached behind her and grasped the bars of her headboard, lifting her hips in invitation of the inevitable.

Noah rested her legs against his shoulders and took her wrists in one hand, forcing her to keep her hold on the headboard. The other went to her throat, not hurting her, but holding her so that she was forced to look at him, to watch his face while he fucked her.

"You are mine, Marcella. Every time another man so much as looks at you, I want you to remember that you are mine," he growled.

She eyed him silently, her eyes wide and brilliantly green as he pushed deep, his cock bottoming out and bringing a cry from her lips. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, needing to hear that little cry over and over.

"Tell me," he growled. "I want to hear you say it while I fuck you and take what's mine."

"Noah." The word came out like she was trying to argue but couldn't. "Noah," she breathed on a long sigh. His cock pounded in and out, his hips pushing against her, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. Every thrust claimed her as his, but she couldn't admit that not out loud. His tightened his grip around her neck slightly when she tried to turn her head, to look away.

"No. Look at me, Marcella. Look at how good you make me feel, how good you feel. Look at how good we can be together," he persisted. "Tell me, tell me you know it."

"Noah," she whimpered breathily able to say nothing but his name in response to his demand. It came out almost as a plea, but she could do no more. If there was ever a time where the phrase, fucking someone's brains out was apt, this was it. She was a vulnerable mess, and she couldn't say more than his name without her throat locking up in fear.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy, and her desperate-sounding whimpering moan washed over him. He moved his hand from her throat and slid his hand between her ass and the mattress and tilting her hips up so that he had access to her tightest hole. All of her would-be his and she would feel him all through their day of travel tomorrow.

She knew what he wanted, and was both terrified by the fact that he had a big cock and exquisitely excited for the mingling of painful pleasure she knew was coming. Some small part of her, the little submissive, almost always shouted down and locked away in her mind, squealed with wanting to please this man and knowing that she could more than please him, and give him everything he wanted. She was fully alive at that moment, and if he wanted her ass, she could take the pain equally with the pleasure. She could take everything he dished out and more.

Because he was a little bigger than past lovers, Marcella had to work to relax when she felt his fingers rubbing her cum into her puckered little hole. They eased inside, loosening her, and then she felt the thick, smooth head of his cock at the entrance. His fingers went into her cunt, curled against her g-spot as he pushed against her puckered hole hard, then harder.

Noah's skin tingled as Marcella cried out when the head of his cock forced its way into her ass, he felt a shudder go up his spine and groaned deeply. He took her slowly, savouring every second. Her pussy was wet, her clit a swollen little nub of pleasure sensors. He circled it with his thumb, his fingers rubbing against her g-spot within her. He wanted to make sure that she could not separate pleasure from his pain. That every time she touched herself, or she allowed another access to her body, she would think of him and the way he could play her body like a finely tuned instrument.

"I want you to say my name when you come," Noah demanded, but Marcella had turned her face so that her cheek was against the mattress and he slammed into her harder, getting her attention. "Look at me, Marcella."

She turned back to him. His cock was buried deep in her. His balls were tight against her, and they throbbed, full and heavy. He flicked his fingers over her g-spot, and rubbed her clit faster, a little harder. She bucked under the torturous touches; her eyes wide but not turning from him.

"Fuck! Noah!" His name tore from her lips, and her hips bucked up as she came. Her body tightened around him, and his cock squeezed to painful proportions.

He didn't cum. Not yet. But it was a close thing. He pulled out slowly, torturing himself until he popped out of her asshole with an audible sound. She lay on the bed, limp and used, exhausted. But he still needed her. He needed her to find a reserve of strength, just for him. He needed to take more than she'd ever given before. His balls ached, and he barely thought before entering her again. Her pussy still clenched at him from her orgasm and it took no more than several fast hard pumps before he came to filling her and wishing he didn't know she was on birth control. The thought of making babies with this woman was more than intoxicating for him. Her hips bucked and he arched his back, letting himself spill the final drops into her. Her pussy continued to tighten and spasmed around him, milking him of his seed and demanding more.

"Mine." He caressed a hand over her as he rearranged her into a more comfortable position and collapsed next to her. "Mine." She curled against him, her body a soft, warm weight against his. She hadn't said it yet, but he did not doubt that he was wearing her down. There were moments during their frenzied fucking when he thought he had seen a softness in her eyes that told him she was regretful of not being able to tell him what he so needed to hear.

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