Chapter 10
Ten
FLYNN
The room is thick with anticipation, the air heavy and charged with the electricity of our unspoken desires. I can feel Talulla’s heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the urgency that courses through her veins—my veins. Gods, she’s so pretty like this, at my complete mercy.
“Stop being a dick, dammit!” she begs, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and frustration. Her breath comes in rapid gasps, each one a struggle as I also try to fight to maintain some semblance of composure.
“You need discipline, Talulla,” I say, caressing her belly, and exceptionally slowly, get to her exposed thighs, which, in response to my slight stimulation, wrap around my waist. So particularly impatient.
She’s upset as well. I know she is. But she also knows I’m very concerned and angry at the way she went behind my back and she needs to know how hurt that makes me feel. If hurt is the right word.
Scared might be more appropriate.
That’s the reality of things, she thought I hid who knows what behind her back, and she reacted by doing something incredibly stupid.
And I was terrified of losing her. She knows I was. This is why she suggested this, she knows I need it as much as she does.
But this is just the beginning.
What I have planned for my perfect red ruby, is much more than this.
Her mouth hangs open, parched and aching for relief from the dryness that seems to consume her.
I can’t help but grab her chin in my hand, my grip tight as I spit into her mouth. “Swallow,” I order, and my dick twitches as she follows my command. “Good girl.”
“Flynn—” Her voice is barely a whisper as I continue my game.
“Be patient, and maybe I’ll let you come,” I start. “Simple as that.”
It’s hard to stay in control, to keep us both teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. But it’s also so rewarding to see her shudder under me. Like this. Powerless to her and my desires.
She wants to be punished. She needs to feel my marks on her, and who am I to deprive her of something so primal?
Talulla rests her head on the pillow, and I groan seeing her back arching as the black silicone-coated vibrator restlessly stimulates her.
Her pants are getting heavier and heavier and I can taste her arousal as I breathe her in. She’s overwhelmed with sensations, a constant reminder of her being so close to the edge, yet, so far. I can’t help but watch her, my gaze intensifying as she looks back at me.
Fuck she’s gorgeous.
Mine.
All mine.
And completely at my mercy.
My mouth waters at the sigh of her wet folds, and I can’t wait to get my taste. I need to feel her on my tongue. Her essence is what keeps me standing.
I might love this game of edging, the thin line between control and surrender, but I also love her pushing my boundaries, seeing how far I can go as we lose ourselves in each other.
I can sense how close to the brink of insanity she is. I feel her squirm and pant, probably hoping that I will finally take pity on her and let her come.
Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll bend her over and fuck all of her holes until she’s spent and senseless. Fill every single one of them.
I promised her I would.
I promised I would fuck her tight ass at some point.
And maybe today is the day I will give in and show her exactly what kind of predator I can be.
My mind races as I picture her under me, her moans and cries getting louder and louder as I take her exactly how I want to.
But if she doesn’t ask me to, I won’t. I can almost sense how it would feel her ass stretching as I fuck her hard and fast.
And she would love it. She loves the pressure and that fine line between pleasure and pain.
But right now, I can only focus on her cunt and how fucking perfect it feels as I fuck her relentlessly, my control almost slipping off completely.
She’s close to breaking completely. I know it when she tries to reach her own orgasm by using my body against hers as friction.
“Be a good girl, Talulla,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice as soft as possible. “Don’t make me more upset.”
Talulla’s response is a string of curses and insults, each one a testament of her continued frustration and desire.
I can’t help but chuckle at her as I continue to fuck her and mark her with my hands.
I know her too well, and I know how to play her like an instrument, how to make her sing until her voice raptures in continued pleasure.
“My beautiful red ruby,” I murmur. My favorite pet name for her, because she’s my perfect jewel. My possession to admire and worship.
She’s mine, completely and utterly mine, just like I’m hers. Hers to do as she pleases.
And then, I feel her contracting under me, and I slap her clit. “Flynn, please,” she begs as she starts to mix up the languages.
Talulla can’t help herself as she begins to speak freely in her native tongue—her eyes roll back as if she’s entering a different dimension. I tighten the grip around her throat a little more to the point I’m sure she almost can’t breathe, the flame burning under my skin was slowly going out.
Maybe this is the time to finally pick up the language. Now that I have a reason to. I’d do that for her.
I’d do anything for her.
Talulla’s eyes are now languid and red like rubies, and I know she’s not pretending anymore. She’s too close to the end, which means I can let her have a little treat.
I thrust into her and start playing with her clit, working her just like I know she likes.
The climax comes, and I can see her spent look of relief and torment.
My finger and tongue continue to work in unison, making her come over again.
Then I’m back inside her, making sure to take her to the edge again so that we can find the perfect state of ecstasy together.
A duet of sounds and releases, a masterpiece of desire and control.
I take care of her as she lays spent and satisfied. Her fingers caressing my skin as I caress hers. She knows my body, knows the storm she created and extinguished.
And as she rests her head on my chest, she has no idea the lesson has just begun. This game is far from over.
“Are you awake enough to take a bath or do you just want to rest?” I ask her as I caress her cheek.
“Only if you take one with me.”
“That was implied, Talulla,” I whisper in her ear before brushing my lips on her forehead.
I walk to the bathroom and start preparing the tub, then I pace back to the bed and pick her up, her arms automatically wrapping around my neck, and I can’t help but smile as I feel her teeth trying to sink into my neck.
“Practicing?” I ask, as I feel my cock hardening again as her teeth try to break my skin. God, it would feel so good to have her drink from me. Maybe one day I’ll cave to the desire. Maybe one day she’ll convince me it’s a good idea even if I know very well it isn’t.
She hums. “Maybe.”
I submerge us both and start rubbing a sponge on her body, her back resting against my chest, letting me do whatever I please to her.
“Are you ready to know your punishment for the little escapade you pulled today?”
Her body goes rigid. “What?”
“Do you really think this was it?”
“Yeah?”
“This was just a reminder, Talulla. A reminder of how good I can make you feel.” I chuckle. “From tomorrow at noon, you won’t be coming for a month.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“That’s a long time, Flynn, especially for us.”
“You won’t come. You won’t touch yourself, and you definitely won’t beg me to fuck you.” Because we both know I might break if she kneeled before me.
“That’s insane, so what, are you just gonna rub one in front of me to taunt me?”
I shake my head. “Your manners are horrible.”
“Flynn, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day.”
“Then I guess we both won’t be getting any for the month.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do you really think I haven’t done this before? I can go for much longer, Talulla, much much longer.” I actually can’t, but she doesn’t need to know it.
Her eyes widen. “You’re really mad.”
“Just like you were,” I reply, grabbing her chin and pressing my lips to hers. “We both deserve to be taught a lesson, don’t you think?”
Talulla sighs heavily. “Fine. Tomorrow at noon.”
“Got an entire night and morning to be satiated for the month.”
She giggles at my words as I start to brush her folds underwater. “Okay, okay, what do I get if I follow your orders?”
This right here, this is the reason why she’s my perfect match. “What do you want, little hunter?”
“Your cock.”
I nod. “And where do you want it?”
She bites her lower lip to the point of drawing blood before she can finally get the words out, “My ass.”
My. Perfect. Match. “Deal,” I say as I start fucking her with my fingers and work her up to another orgasm.