Chapter 10 Ciprian
CHAPTER TEN
CIPRIAN
She stayed.
And not just that, but she refused to even consider leaving.
Watching her talk to Marius both irked me and pleased me. Irked me because she was naked beneath the sheets. Pleased me because she didn’t even hesitate in issuing her response.
She sounded like a queen. My queen.
Which means she passed her first test—one born of courage. Had Viviana opted to leave, I may have allowed it. But deep down, I knew she wouldn’t be able to accept my best friend’s offer.
Because she’s different.
She doesn’t fear me.
She challenges me.
This mortal—this petite female who is a foot shorter than my six-foot-four frame—glares up at me with fierceness that has my cock throbbing with need.
This is what I’ve been missing for centuries. This sense of equality. Which is ironic, given that I just criticized her for speaking to me as though I were her equal, then threatened to put her on her knees like this to teach her a lesson on the topic.
But what I don’t admit aloud is that she’s already acting like a Strigoi Queen.
She criticized me. Told me everything that displeased her. Then dared to demand that I request consent.
I could.
I might.
However, not now. Not in this moment. Because I need her to learn when to bow.
And most importantly, I need her to understand where the power exists in this relationship.
Because while I might be the one towering over her right now, I’m the one in a vulnerable position. I want to feel her mouth around me. I want to experience bliss… with her.
A first.
A dream I’ve never allowed myself to indulge in.
But I’m trusting her to share this with me. To be my partner in this sensual journey.
She has no idea how important this is or that she’s actually the one with the control here. I could truly force her, coerce her with my mind, make her swallow me whole.
Yet I’m not doing that at all.
I’ve said the words, threatened her by putting her on her knees, and told her what I desire.
Now it’s up to her to follow through.
I reach through my zipper and pull my cock out, then watch as she takes in my size.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth parts. And I hear a little hitch of surprise.
When her gaze darts back up to mine, I merely arch a brow, daring her to speak again.
But all she does is dampen her lips with her tongue.
“Open your mouth, Viviana.”
She surprises me by obeying, the simple motion making my dick throb with need.
“Wider,” I tell her, needing to be sure I can enter her properly.
Again she does as I demand, her eyes holding mine the whole time.
“This is why words of consent are unnecessary,” I inform her as I press the head of my cock to her full lips. “Actions are what matter, and right now, you’re practically begging me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her gaze narrows a little, and I suspect she’s about to try to speak.
So I push inside of her instead, silencing whatever she might say.
Her nostrils flare, her pupils dilating with a mixture of arousal and a hint of fear. Or maybe it’s pain. I’m stretching her mouth with my girth. “Breathe, pet. I need to see how much of me you can take, and I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you.”
At least, not for too long.
I want my pet to survive, not die.
But I meant what I said about hearing her choke on my cock. Just the notion of it has my balls tightening as I slide deeper into her wet heat.
Her palms fist against her thighs, her shoulders seeming to tighten.
“Relax,” I command. “I’ve never done this before, so I need to focus on not harming you. And I can’t do that if you’re tense.”
Because panic is an aphrodisiac that risks my control.
My beast wants to rip her apart and bring her back with my blood. Use her for pleasure, then force her to come even while she’s begging to breathe.
It’s a violent craving, one I intend to work up to.
However, I need to learn how to do this first.
And that requires intense concentration, which is hard for me to maintain when I’m worried about her hurting herself in the process.
Questions seem to radiate from her eyes as she stares up at me, but her shoulders visibly relax for me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pleased with both her acquiescence and the way she’s taking my cock.
“Gods, this feels incredible.” Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
She’s so hot and wet. “Flatten your tongue.”
She does.
Because she’s made for this. Made for me.
And fuck if I don’t feel like I could already come.
I’m not even halfway inside her, my length far too long for her to take to the hilt like this. But I have to know how deep I can go.
Slowly, I feed her more, only pausing when I feel her tense again.
Pulling back just slightly, I say, “Inhale deeply for me, princess. I’m going to keep pushing, so you’re going to need to hold your breath.”
She swallows instead, the action sending a jolt down my spine.
Gods, I had no idea it could feel like this.
Now I want to shove myself down her throat and demand that she swallow again and again.
But I wait until she pulls enough air into her lungs before resuming my exploration.
I don’t rush. I simply press, forcing her to embrace my thickness and stealing her ability to breathe.
A lush note of fear spices her citrusy scent, causing my beast to roar in approval. I want more of that. More of her. More of this feeling.
So. Fucking. Good.
My eyes nearly close, but I have to keep watching her. To protect her while I take my pleasure from her sweet little mouth.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I hold her in place, then take hold of her jaw to tug down on her chin. “Wider, pet.”
Her gaze tells me that’s impossible.
But I need her to try.
“I want to feel your throat, so you’re going to have to take more, Viviana.”
She tries to shake her head.
“Don’t reject me,” I murmur, holding myself steady in her mouth. “Your body can take this. Trust me.”
She swallows again, and I nearly come in response.
Focus, I remind myself. She’s been holding her breath for at least thirty seconds. If I came now, I would literally drown her.
Which sounds fun in theory.
But I need her alive to properly enjoy her. Besides, I rather like Ms. Dalca and her feistiness. She spoke to me earlier without any concept of reverence. It was refreshing. Interesting. Different.
I stroke my thumb along her jaw, feeling her muscles contract as she tries futilely to open wider for me.
“You’re such an obedient pet like this,” I muse, pleased. Then I draw myself out to where I know she can breathe and instruct her to inhale again.
She does, and sweet tears begin to glisten in her dark eyes.
“So pretty,” I tell her, thrusting into her mouth to meet the back of her throat.
She makes a cute little noise, one that almost sounds like choking.
“Careful, pet. You need your air.” I make her take more, my grip on her hair unyielding as she tries to pull back. “Shh, I already told you that I don’t want to hurt you. So let me learn how to fuck your mouth, Viviana.”
I move my hips, pulling out just a little, then go even deeper on my next stroke. “Fuuuck.” Her throat gets tighter the more I push, which feels fucking incredible. “Gods, this is amazing.”
Why have I gone my whole existence without experiencing this?
Because I’ve been waiting for her. Waiting for this.
My thumb catches a tear as it falls from her eye, and I bring the drop to my mouth.
Her nostrils flare again, but she can’t breathe. I’m choking her, and I have no desire to stop. The way she’s contracting around me is rapturous. So much so that I try to shove more into her mouth.
She squirms in response, her eyes going wide when her movements drive me into her throat. True pain blossoms across her features, making me growl in annoyance.
I shift and let her breathe again, but just barely because I don’t want to leave the sanctity of her mouth. “Stop panicking,” I demand.
She grabs my thighs, her nails digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my pants.
“You will calm down,” I tell her. “Or you will kneel like this for hours.” Because I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
A fiery emotion takes over her gaze, one that has my stomach clenching with excitement.
I like that look on her face. It’s beautiful and made all the more alluring with her lips wrapped around my cock.
“Inhale, princess,” I say, the words more of a warning than a demand. “I want you to focus on breathing while I play.”
I don’t give her a moment to agree, just push forward and cut her off mid-breath. Her pupils dilate, that fierce expression of hers seeming to intensify.
I admire it while indulging in the urge to move. It’s a natural inclination, one that drags her tongue along the bottom of my shaft as I establish a rhythm in her mouth.
“Mmm,” I hum appreciatively. “You might not be able to take me to the hilt this way, but it still feels fucking good, pet.” I start to move faster, only to freeze as she hollows her cheeks around me. “Fuck. Do that again.”
She doesn’t.
Instead, she swallows.
Then arches a brow at me.
I glare down at her. “Suck me again, Viviana.”
For the longest moment, she ignores my demand, and I nearly shove my cock down her throat in reprimand. But then she gives the slightest suck and tries to pull backward.
I almost stop her. However, curiosity has me lessening my hold to see what she’ll do.
Her suction grows more intense as she draws me out to the tip. I nearly curse, furious and elated, only to growl as she pushes herself back onto my cock and takes me willingly to the back of her throat.
My grasp almost drops entirely, my knuckles brushing her jaw now instead of trying to pry her mouth open more. And my fingers loosen in her hair.
But I don’t release her. Primarily because I can’t stop touching her.
She’s driving me mad with her mouth, mastering me in a way I never knew I could be mastered.