Chapter 2 #3
“Take my cock out,” he commanded, while pushing a finger inside of her. She was soaked, and so tight that he was uncertain how much longer his restraint would hold out. He had already tortured himself beyond measure.
Her fingers fumbled with his falls, teasing the firm ridge beneath the fabric. He’d been hard all day, awaiting when he’d finally have her. When she freed him, his thick manhood protruded proudly before her. The wide look in her eyes wasn’t lost on him.
Still gripping her neck, he pulled her face to his. “Stroke me,” he said against her lips, before he kissed her again.
Her soft hand moving along his shaft threatened to undo all of his resolve.
He broke the kiss and shifted back, his gaze locked on Olivia’s, flushed as she sat bare on his knee, legs parted, her slick heat seeping against his thigh. She looked debauched already—untamed, although she hadn’t even been properly bedded. It thrilled him.
But it wasn’t enough.
Without a word, he curled his arm around her back. Olivia let out a surprised gasp as he stood abruptly, lifting her with him. He didn’t cradle her gently. With one arm locked behind her back and the other splayed beneath her thighs, he carried her toward the massive bed.
“Victor—” she began, but he silenced her with a stern look.
“You don’t speak unless I allow it. And you certainly do not question me, little one.” He placed her carefully atop the covers. Not carelessly, but with unmistakable command. She bounced lightly on the mattress, eyes wide, hair spilling across the pillows like some fallen angel caught in sin.
Victor stripped the rest of his clothes, his manhood standing thick and ready. He leaned over to her, grabbing her ankles and drawing her down the bed until her backside perched at the edge and her thighs were spread wide, exposing her perfect womanhood.
“I’ve barely touched you and look at you,” he said, voice dark with arousal. “Already wet enough to soak the sheets. Is that for me, my duchess?”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out—just a breathless, needy gasp.
He leaned down, nipping her jaw before whispering, “Answer me.”
“Yes, Your Grace. It’s for you.”
He sucked hard on her neck and then shifted so they were almost nose to nose. “I’m going to take you now, little one. Slowly at first, so you feel every inch. Then harder and deeper until your body knows the shape of me.”
She whimpered, her back arching instinctively. “Please . . .”
Victor slid a finger down her slit, smirking at the way she bucked against him. “First, you’ll need to ask properly.”
“Please, Your Grace,” she whispered, her pride finally yielding to desire. “Please take me.”
“Good girl.” She was learning already.
He pushed the thick head of his manhood to her entrance and slowly eased inside. She was tight, so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from slamming into her all at once. Inch by inch, he claimed her, watching her expression twist between pleasure and disbelief.
“God, you are perfect,” he groaned. “Made for me.”
Olivia writhed beneath him, fingers digging into the bedsheets, lips parted in a silent cry. Her body welcomed him, clenching around him greedily with every slow thrust.
“I’m going to make you forget every man who came before,” he said, voice rough. “I’m going to lay claim to every inch of your body.”
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, as her hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts.
“You like that?” he rasped, pounding into her harder now, his control slipping.
“Like hearing how I’m going to make you mine?
Because I will, Olivia. I’m going to make you crawl to me.
I’m going to test you in ways that you didn’t know your body could be tested.
And then I’ll make you beg for it again and again. ”
He plunged harder into her, finding a punishing rhythm, even though it was no punishment. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve imagined this—how many nights I’ve thought of all the ways I’m going to bend you to my will since I first laid eyes on that painting.”
She let out a ragged cry, hands flying to his shoulders, her nails raking down his back. “Your Grace . . .”
“Don’t you dare come,” he growled. “Not until I say.”
“Please,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips. He’d bind her soon, and she wouldn’t have such liberty to control her pleasure.
“Beg me,” Victor commanded. “Convince me you have earned the right to come.”
“Your Grace,” she moaned, gripping him tighter.
He increased his speed, rewarding her with deeper thrusts. “Are you going to be my good girl? Always good for me?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” she practically screamed. “I’m your good girl.”
Victor gripped her hips, holding her in place while he pounded into her. “Come now, little one. Let me feel your cunt milk my cock. Your pleasure belongs to me.”
Her head flung from side to side as she erupted in ecstasy.
It was the most beautiful, mesmerizing sound he’d ever heard.
Victor groaned as she pulsed around him, her climax ripping through her with a force that was akin to a tidal wave bucking against him.
He thrust harder, faster, his grip bruising on her hips as he chased his own release.
“I’m going to finish inside you,” he warned, eyes locked on hers. “You shall take every drop.”
“Yes,” she breathed, dazed and trembling. “Yes, Your Grace. Please . . .”
That broke him.
With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and poured into her, groaning her name like a prayer and a promise.
He stayed there, breath ragged, leaning down so his forehead pressed to hers, his manhood twitching inside her as her walls still clenched tightly around him.
Victor didn’t withdraw. Not right away.
He remained buried deep, her thighs trembling around his hips. She was warm and pliant beneath him. Her breath came in shallow pants, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, and he could feel the faint aftershocks of her climax rippling through her.
He kissed her, softer this time. Trailing his lips from the corner of her mouth to her jaw, her ear, the hollow of her throat. Each press of his lips a wordless claim and vow.
“You did so well for me, little one.” She deserved all the praise. “Such a perfect, good girl.”
Olivia didn’t speak, but the way her fingers curled around his bicep told him all he needed to know. Her body, utterly spent, had melted beneath him like wax warmed by flame.
He eased out of her with a groan, watching his seed spill slowly from her cunt and pool on the inside of her thigh. His manhood twitched again, possessively.
Mine.
Victor removed himself from the bed and retrieved a cloth that he dampened in the wash basin. Returning to Olivia, he gently cleaned her, his touch reverent as he tended to her most intimate places.
“You’re shaking,” he observed, concerned.
“It’s . . . I’ve never . . . that feeling of pleasure.” She struggled to articulate.
“I know,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll always take care of you after, little one. Always.”
When he finished, he climbed back beside her, pulled her against his chest, and drew the coverlet over their naked bodies. She fit perfectly there—her back pressed to him and her bottom nestled against his hips.
He smiled against her hair. Their arrangement had begun better than he could have hoped. She needed his guidance, and she would continue to need it in the days to come. He’d gone easy on her. But his little one could handle it.
“You did beautifully tonight,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You surrendered so perfectly to me.”
Olivia made a soft sound of contentment, her body growing heavier against him as sleep began to claim her.
“I meant every word I said,” Victor continued softly. “I care for what’s mine. And you, Olivia Blackwood, are very much mine.”
An unexpected sensation stirred in Victor’s chest as he listened to her breathing even out.
The fierce satisfaction he felt wasn’t just physical dominance.
It was the deeper fulfillment of providing exactly what she needed.
Her complete trust in his guidance stirred emotions he’d thought buried with his fallen comrades.
Perhaps caring for his little one could heal parts of himself he’d assumed were permanently broken.
But he wouldn’t allow it to become anything more. Her lessons had only just begun, and she had no idea what she’d just awakened in him.
But she would learn. And she would submit to him, whatever he commanded.