Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
HAYAMI
PRESENT
It’s officially the twelfth day since we arrived, and I don’t know who this person is, this version of me, sitting astride this hunk of a man, fingers tugging at his belt as if trying to pick a lock.
I don’t recognise myself as I pull at his waistband and slide his boxers down his hips, his cock springing free.
For someone who’s only done the deed once, I don’t feel like this is something I should be doing—taking the lead, setting the tone—but I’ve been held back for so long, my romance books my only guide in this sexual world.
Now I feel like a panther who’s been set free.
I’ve been caged for too long, pacing the bars, watching this strange world from afar, and now Fenrir’s unlocked the door, swinging it wide open, and I want nothing more than to explore.
He said no more sex today, but it’s past midnight, so it’s a new day. Now it’s my turn to show him what I know, what all those books have taught me. And if I get my kicks whilst I’m at it, then that’s just a bonus.
“How wet are you?” Fenrir asks as I lower my mouth over his cock.
“Wet enough,” I reply, then flick my tongue over the tip.
“I doubt that,” he says, his eyes closing for the briefest of seconds as he runs his fingers through my hair. “You need to be really wet, Hayami, if it isn’t going to hurt.”
“I’ve only just got started. By the time I’m done, I’ll be dripping for you.” I smile as I see the confusion pass over his face. He thinks I know nothing, that my romance books are all heaving bosoms and face fanning.
Sitting up on my knees, I grab the base of his cock and position it below my pussy, as if I’m going to lower myself onto it. Instead, I slide myself down it, the wetness coating his cock. The tip rubbing against my clit sends a blaze of pleasure coursing through my core.
I repeat the motion, allowing his cock to linger at my entrance, pushing slightly inside before sliding back up and over my clit. Spitting on my free hand, I then swap and rub the wet hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” Fenrir hisses, his eyes glued to me, my body, taking in what I’m doing to him, what I’m doing to myself.
“Can you feel how wet I am now?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes.” He leans his head back against the headboard. “But you need to be punished.”
“Do I?” Keeping to my rhythm, I continue to slide my pussy up and down his cock, slipping him inside me briefly with each dip of my hips.
“I told you no more today, which you ignored, and now you’re teasing me with your cunt,” he moans.
“Are you going to punish me, then?” The urge to sit on his cock, to have him fully inside me, is getting to be too much.
I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.
But I love the fact that he’s getting as worked up as I am, and this is the only thing stopping me from fucking him like I want to.
As if in answer, he slaps lightly at one of my breasts, sending a jolt of desire surging through me. He glances at me, trying to read my face, trying to assess whether I’m okay with this.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I tease, placing one of my palms flat on his chest.
He doesn’t answer, simply takes one of my nipples between his fingers and pinches it hard whilst slapping my other breast.
“Oh God.” I don’t recognise the moan that leaves me.
“This is only for starters, Hayami. I will punish you properly when I’m in control. Right now, I will let you have this, but only because you owe me,” he says.
“And I always pay my debts.”
He slaps at my breast again. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make it sting. I want more. I want to feel the buzz of pain, the rawness on my skin. I’ve been punishing myself for so long—it’s nice to have someone else do it for a change.
I’ve picked up the pace, dipping his cock deeper each time, my clit throbbing. I’m going to come. I’m so close, so wet that he’s slipping in my hand.
“Sit on my cock,” Fenrir says. “I want to come inside you. I want you to feel what you do to me.”
I almost come at his command, but I manage to slip him inside me just in time.
He grabs hold of my hips and a fierce look crosses his face as he pounds into me from underneath, hitting that spot inside me like a detonator, making me come so fiercely that I have to put both hands against his chest to steady myself as the waves of pleasure ripple through me like thunder over the sky.