Chapter 21 #3
His voice sent a frisson of pleasure down her spine. But she wanted more. And she knew the exact words to get it.
“Make me.”
He lunged, grabbing her before she could even think of running. She squealed with delight as he tossed her over his shoulder and smacked her bottom playfully.
“You always did know the way to my heart,” he sighed, laying her down on his himation.
But it would be too easy if she let him do what he wanted. Just as she tried to get up and squirm away, he caught her by the front of her dress. Then he grabbed it with both his hands, a vicious edge to his smile. She gasped.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“This is finer than any dress I’ve ever seen! Sea silk is little more than a legend in my time!”
He tore it down the centre as though it were wet tissue, baring her breasts.
“Then it’s a good thing I commissioned dozens more exactly like it. It tears so satisfyingly, after all,” he growled before he bent his head to one nipple as his hand plucked at the other.
Aurora grabbed his hair, sinking her fingers deep into thick crimson strands, and pulled. He groaned.
“I liked this dress,” she growled.
His eyes flashed with mischief. He grabbed the dress where it lay torn into two at her waist and ripped it fully apart.
“Theron!” she cried.
His smile was wolfish.
“If you like it so much, then I’ll ensure it adorns you in a new way,” he said, pulling out the fibulae at her shoulders and then stripping the last of the dress away.
Then he leaned in for a searing kiss, in spite of her brutal tug on his hair.
Indeed, the pain only seemed to encourage him.
But soon enough his lips and tongue overwhelmed her.
Instead of trying to pull him off her, she was pulling him closer.
One of his hands trailed down her waist to her hips, playing with the fabric of her loincloth.
Then his calloused fingers slid higher, spanning her stomach and cupping her breast. He squeezed, eliciting a moan from her.
It was a single moment of weakness, and he ruthlessly took advantage.
In a heartbeat, her hands were pinned above her head, and her husband was smirking down at her, a brow raised in triumph.
“Don’t. Move,” he commanded.
Gathering up her dress, he rolled the fabric until it was like a cord.
As it dawned on her what he intended, Aurora gasped and tried to roll away.
But she didn’t get far before he was on her once more, binding her wrists together.
She fought and pulled, but he clearly knew his knots.
He pushed her back onto his himation, raised her hands above her head and pinned her using a nearby pair of shears to secure the dress into the dirt.
She pulled and twisted but found herself stuck fast.
“Theron,” she warned.
With a satisfied sigh, he stood, divesting himself of his clothes, and surveyed her like a prize.
He was breathtakingly handsome. He always had been.
Warm brown skin, sparkling gold eyes, shoulders as wide as mountains, and powerful thighs.
And a cock so large it still gave her pause to think it had ever fit inside her or ever would again.
She might have admired how very intimidating a figure he cut, thrilling over how small he made her feel, but she hadn’t expected him to bind her.
He’d drugged her with kisses and then turned on her.
It was as frustrating as it was intoxicating.
On the one hand, she wanted to lose, but on the other, she didn’t want him to win so easily.
“Perhaps next time you won’t insult my silk ties.”
“Bastard.”
“Did you not wish to be conquered, madam fairy?” He lay down beside her, trailing a finger up and down her chest, rubbing his calloused fingers along her hardened nipples.
“This is humiliating.” And yet it excited her too. Anyone could come through here and find her tied to a stake in the ground like some miscreant pup.
“Do you remember what to say if you want to stop?”
She nodded.
“And are you going to say it?”
Aurora pressed her lips into a mulish line.
“Good, because Aurora? If I hear that dress tearing, no amount of begging will sway me.”
“Sway you to what?” she asked, daring him to make a proper threat.
“To let you come,” he growled in her ear as he ripped away her loincloth, baring her fully. “And I think”— his fingers found her wet heat—“that you want that very much.” He rubbed her with teasing, feather-light circles. “So submit to me, Aurora, and I’ll make you see stars.”
“That might be difficult at this time of day.”
He smiled, promising pleasure and torment in equal measure.
“I look forward to hearing you beg.”
Theron was merciless and cruel, bringing her to the edge of bliss only to leave her wanting.
She begged for more, her cries swallowed down by punishing kisses.
She strained for relief, pushing her hips into his palm, hoping to grant herself what Theron sought to deny her.
Aurora even tried trapping his fingers between her thighs, only for him to chuckle at her antics and splay her thighs wide.
“Theron!” she cried.
“Do you remember what I vowed?”
She nodded shakily.
“And is your honey coating your inner thighs?”
She shook her head.
“Use your words, Aurora.”
“N-no,” she moaned.
“Then know that this is only the beginning.”
Then he bent his head down between her thighs and set his tongue to the task of tormenting her.
His tongue was bliss. It was as cruel as his fingers had been.
Just as before, he made her dance to his tune, bringing her to the peak of her desire over and over, just to leave her wanting.
When she thought the ache would drive her mad, he pressed a finger inside her.
She groaned. How in the Loom was one of his fingers so thrice-damned thick?
She rode it as best she could, desperate for the angle that would allow her to climax.
“How can you be so tight?” he groaned, nipping her inner thigh.
“Theron, please! Please!” she begged.
“And yet honey does not coat your thighs, my love. What am I to do?”
“It’s all over your himation, you bastard! It’s as much of a mess as I am!”
“So it is. I suppose I should have strung you standing up. A pity I was so short-sighted. Perhaps we should call it a day then.”
“Theron!” She grabbed his face with her thighs.
But he only smiled at her rebellion, prying open her legs and then giving her a light smack on her over-sensitized bud. She gasped and moaned as little lightning shocks had her toes curling.
“Never let it be said I am not merciful, my little captive. If you can take two of my fingers with ease, I will give you what you seek.”
“T-two?” she choked.
“Two, madam fairy. One day soon, I will have you bouncing on my cock. When that day comes, it will be because you are already well-accustomed to my size.”
She’d never wished for those damned dildos as much as she did in that moment.
The thought of being filled with his cock had her heart fluttering.
Gods, it couldn’t be as good as she’d remembered, could it?
It couldn’t be as big as her eyes were telling her it was.
And yet she’d taken it once. If she’d done it once before, she was certain she could handle two of his fingers.
“Two,” she agreed.
At that point, she might have agreed to just about anything for an orgasm. Sanity and dignity? They had fled her the moment his tongue had touched her overheated flesh.
“Good girl,” he purred.
Then he crooked the finger inside her and she lost her breath. He pressed on her just right, threatening her with a climax she desperately wanted but knew he would not give her. Not yet. Not until a second finger joined the first.
Instead, he pressed his lips to her bud, gently nibbling it, and she was lost. Battered by wave after wave of nearly there pleasure, she was made into a witless, begging mess.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped for breath.
Where once she angled for more, now she fought his hold, trying to flee the torment he put her through.
But every limb trembled, weak and strung out from his brutal attentions.
“Running so soon, my little captive?”
She whimpered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to his mouth.
“Would you like to take another finger, Aurora?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please.”
Aurora gasped as his second finger entered her, stretching her tighter than she thought possible.
“Fuck.” She panted as she wondered how she was ever to handle his cock again if a mere two fingers had her near her breaking point.
“Shhh, breathe, my fairy. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
But that was precisely the problem. He’d spent an eternity turning her into a puddle of senseless need.
To be forced to wait now, after she’d taken two of his thrice-damned, enormous fingers, was simply too much to bear.
Their stop word was on the tip of her tongue.
But then he would withdraw his fingers, and she wouldn’t know the bliss of climaxing with them inside her.
“Please move, Theron. Please, I can’t…fuck, please.”
“Alright my fairy, just relax,” he whispered, kissing her shaking thighs. “Let me make you see stars.”
This time there was no teasing build-up, no lingering in the dips and ebbs of her desire.
No, this time, Theron pressed his lips to her bud and gave her the delicious pressure she sought, curling his fingers at exactly the right angle.
Her orgasm came quickly, overwhelming her in mind-shattering ecstasy.
She screamed his name as he milked her climax for all it was worth, pumping his fingers in and out of her, keeping her captive in that state for as long as her heart could take it.