Chapter 38 In Power and Play #3
A gasp escaped me. The deep, masculine voice came not from his cell, but directly in my mind.
“Answer me,” Valen demanded, his thrusts becoming harder, more punishing as he pulled back to meet my eyes.
‘Answer him.’ Death’s mocking voice said. ‘Tell him how you came all over your fingers to my voice, like the filthy little prisoner you are.’
I whimpered, caught between two forces—the physical presence of Valen and the ethereal intrusion of Death. My body clenched around Valen’s length, drawing a hiss of pleasure from his lips.
He took my reaction as a yes, his smile savage and triumphant.
One hand grasped the back of my neck, holding me in place, while the other slid between our bodies, finding my clit and circling it with maddening precision.
The dual assault was too much—pleasure spiraling tighter, higher, my body trembling on the edge of release.
‘Naughty girl,’ Death chided. ‘You know, I can accept one lie. Maybe two. But how many has it been now—three? Four? Were you not taught that little liars get punished?’
I bit my lip hard, the pain anchoring me as I tried to ignore Death’s taunts. The tension in my body only heightened the pleasure, causing my thighs to pull Valen even closer.
“Such a greedy thing,” Valen hissed, misinterpreting my response as enthusiasm for him alone. His fingers worked more insistently against that bundle of nerves, his rhythm growing more erratic as his own pleasure built.
‘Do you think you deserve to come, little fawn? We both know how pretty you sound when you do. But, tell me, do you deserve it?’
I squeezed my eyes shut, the force of Death’s presence pressing heavily in the corners of my mind, mingling with the exquisite pleasure Valen was drawing from me.
“Eyes. On. Me. Princess,” Valen demanded, punctuating each word with a deeper, harder, thrust. I tried to ground myself amidst the chaos, but it was futile, the world dissolving into electric sensation.
“Yes,” I breathed, my gaze locked with Valen’s as I answered Death aloud, ignoring the conflict swirling within me.
Death tsked, the sound as real as if he were pressed against my ear. ‘I don’t think you’ve earned release yet, little fawn. Tell me exactly what you want.’
I gasped as Valen shifted, lifting my hips higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position sent shockwaves through me, his thick length hitting that perfect spot deep inside with devastating precision. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
‘Words, Mireille,’ Death taunted, his voice like honey poured over broken glass. ‘I want to hear you say it.’
“I want—“ My voice broke as Valen’s fingers found my clit again, circling with maddening skill while he continued to drive into me. “I want to come,” I gasped, no longer caring who heard the desperation in my voice. “Please, I need to come.”
Valen’s lips twisted into a grin that could only be described as wicked.
‘Good girl,’ Death purred. ‘Now come for me.’
The permission—the command—undid me. My release crashed through me with violent intensity, waves after waves of pleasure radiating outward from my core. I screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls of my cell as release claimed me completely.
“Valen!” I cried, his name spilling from my lips even as Death’s presence wrapped around my consciousness, claiming my pleasure as his own.
Valen growled in response, his own movements becoming frantic as he chased his pleasure.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his body shuddering as he found his release.
I felt the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside in yet another claim of ownership.
For several long moments, we remained locked together, our ragged breathing the only sound in the cell. Valen’s forehead rested against mine, an unexpected intimacy that felt more significant than the act we’d just shared.
Then reality reasserted itself. Valen withdrew from me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. He adjusted his clothing with quick, efficient movements, his face already closing off, the mask of control sliding back into place.
I watched him, not bothering to hide my body as my shoulders resumed their strained position.
“Was it everything you hoped for, Princess?” he asked, voice carefully neutral now, though I could detect a thread of uncertainty beneath his assured tone.
I smiled, slow and deliberate despite my heavy breathing. “It was a start,” I replied, enjoying the flicker of surprise that crossed his features.
Valen’s jaw tightened, his eyes searching mine. “This won’t happen again, it changes nothing,” he said finally.
“It changes everything,” I contradicted.
He turned away abruptly, moving toward my cell door. Before he stepped past the threshold, he caught my eye over his shoulder, his expression once more the cold, calculated mask I’d come to know.
“I’ll send the guards to release you,” he said. “Clean yourself up. Tomorrow we continue as before.”
“Do we?” I asked, cocking my head to one side. “Can you really go back to simple torture now, Valen? Now that you know what else awaits between us?”
His hand clenched, knuckles whitening. For a moment, I thought he might strike me after all—one last attempt to reassert the old dynamic, to prove he was still in control.
Instead, he turned and left the cell without another word, his stride less measured than usual, almost hurried. As if he couldn’t bear to be in my presence a moment longer.
I smiled into the empty space he left behind, feeling Death’s attention, his anger at my actions, at the game I was playing. At how I hadn’t called out for him.
This was my power. This was my choice. And gods help them both, I was just getting started.