Isabela Part 7

I know there's a red alert in my mind, trying to overcome the lust and scream for me to tell him to cum. And I try to say something, to warn him not to spill himself inside me, but my fingers don't stop. They're rebellious, and they touch me, over and over and over... taking me to the edge of a cliff. And when I fall all at once, screaming his name, spurting even more moisture into his balls, Nate roars, burying himself so deep that my pussy drives me crazy, intensifying the orgasm, making it suffocating. His cock vibrates, throbs, it seems like there's something running through the veins inside him, while a jet of very hot liquid infiltrates my inner walls. Nate fills me completely with his sperm, while his hands are digging into my ass, so hard that his nails break the skin.
"Fuck!" I scream, throwing my belly up with the last stab of pleasure reverberating in my body.
"Fuck, Isabela!" It was worth it to get limp to wait for you... You emptied everything! — Nate gasps, hugging me tightly, pulling my head against his shoulder and then kissing it intensely and breathlessly. — I want a fixed place in this pussy, okay?
He lifts my head, and I frown, still trying to understand his words and his suddenly dominating touch. I just came, there's no way you want to have this conversation right now.
— I don't understand — I say, breathless, with my heart struggling to beat normally again. — Be more specific, beautiful.
— That you won't give her to anyone. Even when I screw with your mind, or when I tell you to get out of here. — Nate slides out of me, causing one last burning moan in the raw skin of my entrance. — I'm capable of breaking the son of a bitch who touches you, who does something stupid!
— And what will you offer in exchange for this “chastity” you're demanding of me? — I ask, crossing my arms, finally able to breathe like a normal human being. — Exclusivity, the white flag for this war, or an engagement ring? — I mock, licking my lower lip, seeing the amused shadow that crosses his face.
“Sting!”
“There are loads of those out there!” I shrug, but he seems to start to catch his breath, to get angry when he realizes that I’m snubbing him, or mentioning offering something, that, until then, has been only his, to someone else. Then I have an idea, a sudden flash running through me... — I’ll give this to everyone if you don’t give Belladonna back — I tease, pointing to my wetness, then laughing and pulling him by the hip towards me. I bite his right nipple, brushing the tip of the tongue piercing against it. Nate squirms and lets out a little laugh, as if he’s tickled.
Jesus! It’s so good to hear your laughter. It feels like heaven.
“You’re not going to give what’s mine to anyone!” — he growls, regaining consciousness and realizing my threat, seeming to lose his amusement. And I am very pleased with his jealousy, possessiveness and those huge hands squeezing handfuls of my hair, pulling my head against the back of his neck. — I can accept what you asked for. — He exhales tensely, as if he is struggling with the words, or unsure of what he is saying. — You take your cat, follow the routine as you promised me a little while ago, from class to your room, away from the clubs and my path, to avoid igniting any anger.
“So this is a white flag?” I ask, hope taking over my entire body, silencing any other concern that could be going around in my head. — Promise?
“A momentary truce. But everything can be okay if you stay on track.”
I know my eyes shine at him. There is a meteor of hope bombarding my chest.
“So I can’t go out with anyone while I study here, only with you. — And my voice sounds excited when I realize what it sounds like. Is he offering us to stay together? — Is that the deal?
But I'm hit right after, without any mercy...
" The deal is: be invisible to me, keep me from seeing you, or from remembering that you're here. Stay in the shadows and finish your degree. If I find out that some guy here picked you up, that you've been to some club, I'll be pissed as hell, and we'll go back to square one.
I don't know why there was anything else in me. A foolish hope that when he told me that I wasn't supposed to date anyone, he was asking me to be his, that he wanted to be with me, like when we were young. Reality hits me really hard, mocking how stupid I am. Nate can't stand me.
" So this was just another one of your pranks? Like, you sleep with me again, then you break me up and we're still hating me? But now I also have to stay chaste, like a zombie, so I don’t get “beaten up”, so I don’t get hit when I get jealous? — I know this truce is something I’ve dreamed of. I’ve wished, every day, that Nate would offer me this peace, in whatever way he could, but… He said he still loves me. Why do I feel cheated? He didn’t promise me anythinga. I made up the promises, stuffed them in his mouth, pretended they were said, and believed the lies I told myself to accept him here. — Deal, Nate. It'll be like I was never here.

I grab my shirt from beside me, throwing it haphazardly over my head and putting it on. I try to ignore the pain in my chest or the heat in my eyes. I just want to run away from this shithole.

In a brief fuck in this fucking room, I believed he could be my Nate again. But he just wanted to fuck me... Like the first time. I roll my eyes as I pull down my skirt, trying at all costs not to look at him. But, as always, Nate forces his presence, pulling my face up and staring into my eyes.

“What were you expecting? A marriage proposal?”

“I would marry the devil, give him my soul, just so you would stop hurting me!” — I growl, trying to push him away.
" I'm giving you what you want, My Sun. Why are you mad at me? — he asks, looking really confused.
I start to feel angry, in a frighteningly strong way, but fatigue still overcomes it, and my thorns would barely be able to tickle this son of a bitch, even if they were digging space and trying to get out.
" You'll never understand what I want — I whisper, leaning my head on his chest, giving up trying to push this huge, heavy man.
" It's a truce, Isabela. Let's have some peace. You go to classes, I'll get my head together to try to do something and stop my father from selling his share here. Why don't you take advantage of this? " he asks, hugging me, and I hide in his chest so he doesn't see me gulping down a sob. — I'm not trying to hurt you. I loved what happened between us just now, but you took things the wrong way. You asked me for a truce, and I'm accepting it.
" The last breath before drowning... — I murmur, squeezing him in my arms very tightly, even though I want to hit him, saying goodbye.
" What did you say?
" Nothing! I have to go.
" Don't leave like that, full of anger — he asks, almost whispering. — I know we fought and came here to end this way, but we can really try to end this in a better way, at least for now.