Fettered

A Taste of Your Own Medicine

He'd never witnessed Pers completely gone to Eveline's influence. At least, not until today. Ever since she woke up that morning, she'd been fluttering around like she was walking on air, fussing over him every now and again, and entertaining the idea of helping everyone get more family members. Not only did he have to deal with that way too damn early, but the Fuckin' Company sent out some bullshit memo.

He sat on his bed, engrossed in his phone while he read through the message. They were upping the number of scientists working on E-001, researching and improving it, which meant he'd be getting more assholes to work with down in the mines. Between that and Pers being so happy-go-lucky all damn day, a headache threatened to creep up on him.

"Luuucaaas," Pers then cooed, draping her arms around his shoulders.
God if that vaccine could hurry the fuck up... "What is it, baby?"
"Well, I was thinkin'—" She snuggled up to him. "—rather than goin' and gettin' Evie a niece or a nephew, maybe we could, ya know... Have a baby."

He almost dropped his phone and his stomach lurched. A baby? She had to be outta her damn mind—well, she was for sure. Instead of outright denying her, he needed to take a different, no-Pers-freak-out approach.

"Oh yeah?" He lifted a hand and interweaved his fingers into her warm hair. "I think Evie would like that."
She bounced, giggling in his ear. "I thought so, too! Oh, Lucas, I can't wait to have a baby with you!"

Maybe in any other circumstance, he'd consider it. But with Pers all demented-like, she wasn't in her right mind. Still, when she nibbled his ear, he couldn't deny that it sent a rush through him. After all those months of fighting, she was finally giving into him—after all those months of fighting, her making the first move hit him with nostalgia; times she'd been all over him, in their younger days. Of course, back then, their relationship was more stable, normal, and— And her hands were definitely trailing down his chest and toward his waist.

He set his phone on the nightstand and let her continue as she kissed his cheek and neck. Her hands grazed down until one brushed against the growing bulge in his pants. She undid his button, zipped his pants open, and brought out his half-hard cock. One hand stroked him and the other returned to his chest so she could rake her nails across him, making him harder. He leaned back into her breasts, savoring her cute little moans and murmurs as she sucked on his neck and toyed with the head of his dick.

All of this was probably a bad idea. Given her state and the fact that she'd just dropped that bombshell of a suggestion on him, this could only end poorly. But she still had it. Her hands worked him like magic and he didn't want to stop her. Well, he did, if it meant she was going to blow or ride him instead. To entice her, he spun around and kicked his legs up onto the bed, then reclined against the pillows and waited for her next move.

Like the classic cum-hungry slut he knew Pers to be, she went right for head. Her warm, wet mouth took him deep. She struggled to get him down farther, backing up only to thrust hard and shove him deeper. Not by much, but each pass got a little more in. Her tight throat massaged the head of his cock with every movement, every gag, every determined swallow. It had been such a long time that she'd willingly sucked him off. He held onto the urge to fuck her, instead letting her go at her desired pace. That yearning to let her take the reins didn't stop his body from instinctively bucking a few times, but her gurgled moans told him how much she loved it. Cum-hungry slut.

Unfortunately, it seemed she wasn't satisfied with taking a load down her throat this time. She pulled away from him and removed her pants. Before he could remind himself of the crazy shit she'd said earlier, her wet pussy teased the head of his cock. She put him in, just the tip, and rolled her hips, giving him yet another amazing massage. But she quickly drove him as deep as he could go.

She fucked him, hips moving in such a graceful, erotic motion, letting his cock feel every part of her. He'd been so used to being rough, carnal, and animalistic on her that he'd nearly forgotten just how well she could use her hips to please him. Her breasts rested against his chest as she worked, ass high in the air. What a fucking view. What a fucking fantastic feeling. What a fucking woman.

He quickly tore out of her, orgasm trying to sneak up on him. She pouted, whimpered, and thrust her hips in protest.

"Why'd we stop?"
'Cuz I didn't wanna get you pregnant' would probably not be an acceptable answer to her at this point. To avoid her getting violent or angry or—really, who knows what she'd do—he instead went with, "I didn' want it t' end so soon, Pers."
A smile. Thank God.
He continued, "Maybe I should take over from here. I don' think I can handle y'all if ya keep doin' that."

She clamped her lip between her teeth and dropped to her back. Legs now spread wide, she looked expectantly at him. He still wasn't ready, but with her enthusiasm, how could he resist? Within moments, he was deep inside her. He clenched her ankles in his hands, pressing them off to the sides to keep her spread as wide as she could go. Fuck, her soaked pussy was too much. Her moans, her cries for more—he couldn't handle all of that, either. He was gonna blow already.

"Oh, fuck yes, Lucas! Cum inside me, please!"

He pulled out again, panting, tensing every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming. She didn't seem to like that. As he gazed into her eyes, he saw a fury building.

She demanded, "Why'd you stop again?"
"Pers, please," he said between his heavy breaths, "ya know we can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Yer not thinkin' straight. Do y'all really wanna be pregnant? 'Cuz I don' think ya do."

His back hit the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him down. The absolute rage upon her snarled lip and harsh gaze made his heart jump.

"Pers, calm down," he urged gently. "Just calm down, okay?"
She growled, "You're gonna get me pregnant whether you like it not."

Then she plunged him deep into her, fucking him so hard that the mattress bounced and the bed frame rattled. One thrust forced his cock into his groin, making him inhale sharply through his teeth. He had to get her the hell off—she was either going to destroy his cock, or she was going to make him cum inside of her. His arm struggled toward his pocket as he jostled along with the bed, but he managed to grasp his remote. He fumbled across the buttons until he hit 5.

The shock made her stop and, at first, she reached up to her collar, but then she scrambled toward his arm. She ripped his hand and the remote from his pocket. One wallop sent the remote flying across the room. When the shock stopped, she forced him down again and continued to fuck him. He struggled briefly and managed to shove her hands away, but they came down against his throat. A choke caught in the pressure of her palms. He couldn't breathe with her hands so tight—tapping three times against the bed didn't help, she only ignored him.

It shouldn't have been so damn hot but her being ruthless exhilarated him. His peak rose higher and higher, lack of oxygen exacerbating his arousal and inability to fight her off. But he couldn't let himself cum inside of her. He couldn't get her pregnant. Not now, not in this hell house with his crazy family and that psycho mold bitch. With one last strained attempt at freedom, he found the strength to shove her off, cock popping out of her as she fell against the bed.

He dashed for the remote, then crashed to the floor when she caught his ankle.

"Get the fuck back here, Baker!"

He clawed away from her, having his sock torn off, then he sprung to his feet and bolted for the remote. Once in his hand, he hit the highest button: 10. She screeched and he whirled around just as she dropped to the floor. She didn't respond, unconscious.

His ass smacked against the wooden floor as he heaved for breath and choked on his previously strangled throat. Never before had he used the 10 button on her. The most she'd ever gotten was 8 the other day in the kitchen. This was exactly why.

He crawled toward her on trembling limbs, then sat beside her and pulled her into an embrace. Lucas didn't really want to hurt her, but things were so out of control. And they only seemed to get worse with every week that Pers remained under Eveline's control. If only the Fuckin' Company would hurry with that fucking vaccine already.