Number Thirteen
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“Give me a number,” he growls.
A number. Not a name. Not a person. Just a number.
That’s all we are—numbers.
I stare at him. “No.”
His body jerks. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s your fault I’m here, William,” I whisper, shoving him away and moving my achy muscles so I can force myself to my feet. It takes several attempts, but I get there.
He stares at me, his dark hair fluttering around his shoulders. “Who did this, Number Thirteen?”
I lose it.
My control.
Everything I’ve had together.
It goes.
“My name is NOT Number Thirteen,” I scream, clawing at my hair. “My name is Emelyn. I don’t know what my last name is. I don’t even know how old I am. Now I’m being bullied, and do you want to know why, William? It’s because of you. Because I’m your pet. Because I’m the one who you fucked,” I snarl.
He flinches at my words but manages to move himself forward, curling his hand gently around my upper arm. “Give me a number,” he almost hisses.
“No.”
Suddenly my back is against a wall, and he’s in my face. I can smell him, and my entire body aches to feel him surrounding me again.
“I will ask only once more; give me a number,” he rasps, runningrasmy face. I his finger along my bloodied lip. “They will pay.”
“Why should I?” I whisper, unable to tear my gaze from his lips. “You made it very clear that I mean nothing to you. You made it very clear that I’m no more than a lover. You don’t give me anything, William; you take, but you don’t give. I don’t even feel it.” I begin to scream again. “You fucked me, and it was amazing, but I didn’t feel it because you took it away from me before I could.”
“You want to feel it?” he growls into my ear. “You’ll feel it.”
His hand goes up, wrapping into my hair. He tugs it, causing my head to jerk backwards. Then his lips are on mine, hard and determined. Pain cascades through my jaw, but the lust far outweighs it. I moan as his tongue plunges into my mouth, consuming me. His hand finds my ass, and he uses it to lift my body and place me more firmly against the wall. I lift my legs, hooking them around his waist.
His mouth wrenches from mine and moves down to my neck, where he bites into my flesh. I cry out, reaching up and taking his hair, tugging it hard. He growls, thrusting his hips, causing his rigid erection to ride against my core. My body quivers with need, and I scratch my nails over his head. He rumbles, and his fingers bite into my ass as he lets me know he’s feeling everything I’m doing.
His fingers slide down to my panties, and effortlessly he rips them off. He jacks my dress up, and his fingers find his jeans. He jerks them down, freeing himself. A low moan escapes my throat to match his rugged growl as he presses his erection against my soaked entrance. I know I’m ready for him. There’s nothing that can stop my want now. Especially when he lowers me onto his cock, slowly sliding into me.
“William,” I gasp.
His hand goes up to my hair, and he presses my back deeper into the wall until I can feel it beginning to burn as he starts his deep, penetrating thrusts. I tug his hair harder, and he hisses, lowering his mouth to find my nipples. He nips at them, causing sensational little bolts of pain to shoot through my chest. I tense my legs around him as I feel the familiar warmth spreading through my body.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me, causing me to cry out. He holds my body against the wall while slowly lowering himself.
When he’s got his head between my legs, he stands up, shoving me up the wall higher. His face is right between my legs, and his tongue slides out, flicking my clit with force. I scream; there’s no stopping it. I tangle my fingers into his hair as he moves his mouth over me, driving deep, taking his fill of my sex. He sucks until I’m having an earth-shattering orgasm around him, and then he’s lowering me and spinning me around, pressing my face to the wall.
He trails his fingers down my spine. He reaches my ass, and he slaps it lightly. I whimper and push myself backwards, wanting more of him. He takes hold of my hands, raising them above my head and placing them on the wall, and then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me back against him and placing his hands on my breasts.
Then he’s inside me again.
It’s different from this angle, but the pleasure is equally as strong. I press my forehead to the wall, and shudder as his lips go down and trail over the backs of my shoulders while his hand holds onto my hip, using it to drive his deep, penetrating thrusts. I feel myself building again. My knees are wobbling, my body is tense and I’m crying his name.
Then he speaks. “Give. Me. A. Number.”
His voice is gravelly and laced with lust. I shudder, but I ignore him. I’m so close. God, so close.
He stops.
I cry out. “William, please.” My orgasm dies down, and he slowly begins to move again, building me right back up again. “Give me a number,” he orders into my ear, sliding his fingers around to pinch one of my nipples. “William,” I plead. “I’m close.” He stops again. “A number, or no release,” he growls. I bite my lip; I can’t give that to him. He thrusts again, only this time he finds my clit, and he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp, and drop my head back, feeling my hair cascade down my back. He buries his face into my neck, and he rasps, “You want to come? Give me a number.” I’m so close again. I need it. I need to feel myself erupt around him. When he rolls my clit in his fingers, I can’t hold back. “N-n-number Twelve and One,” I say, and then I cry out. “Oh God, I’m going to...oh...” “Yes,” he growls, thrusting his hips harder. I come so hard my knees buckle. William wraps his arms around my waist, holding me up while still thrusting his cock upwards. A moment later, his grunts are filling my ears as he comes hard inside me, pulsing and shuddering until we’re both fully relieved. Then he pulls out of me, and spins me around, pressing my back against the wall. His hands go up either side of my face. “Did you feel that, frumusee?” he mutters, staring at my lips. “Yes,” I breathe. He runs his fingers down my jaw again, and I see his tick. “Go to your room. I will call on you soon. I have to deal with this now.” “They were jealous,” I say, giving him my best pleading eyes. “You were giving me a part of yourself they weren’t getting.” He leans in close. “They have a roof over their heads, food in their bellies, and a bed to sleep in each night. It’s more than they ever had before. I call the shots in this house; they do not. Go to your room.” I nod, knowing that nothing I can say will sway him. He runs his finger down and then cups my jaw. “That was amazing.” I flush, and smile. “Good day, William.” He grins at me, and my heart flutters. I’ve seen a lot from William, but never an outright grin. It’s...devastating. He has dimples. Big, beautiful ones. “Good day, frumusee.”