34. Levi
LEVI
Ihaven’t been this vulnerable in over a decade, and yet my cock is thickening to the point of pain because of it. Despite the fact that I’m tied up by some kind of magical rope, lying at her feet like a sacrificial lamb.
Because I’m naked, there’s no point in even attempting to hide my erection.
Yet somehow, this vulnerability only makes me all the more aroused.
I’m not sure what I want more—for her to have her way with me, or to take her over my knee and spank her luscious ass until it’s raw and red.
Before I fuck the haughtiness out of her.
Giving away all the power and control is something I’ve never done with anyone.
Something that I have never fantasized about, but the idea of surrendering to this woman is liberating. Even if it involves pain—something that I’m only now realizing thanks to this too-tight rope digging into my flesh—makes my cock fucking salivate.
Not to mention, Violette is by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
In fact, she’s beyond my wildest dreams, with butterfly-esque wings, dark, delicately arching horns, and a long, spaded tail hovering at her side like a viper, poised to strike.
The fact that she’s wearing a sheer dress that hints at all her voluptuous perfection underneath is just the cherry on top.
“What exactly would you have me beg for?”
My heart pounds in anticipation of her answer.
Already, she has me fucking panting and desperate, like a starving dog waiting for scraps.
She cackles at that and with one stiletto-clad heel she rolls me over until I’m flat on my back. Her eyes drop from my face to my cock, eagerly straining towards her.
The foot pinning me in place—toes tipped in black varnish—does a gradual glide down my chest and abdomen. The action makes my flesh erupt with goosebumps, and my balls tighten just as her foot pins my dick against my abs.
Oh my fucking god.
This is, inarguably, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Her eyes take a leisurely stroll up the length of my body before her gaze returns to mine, and a wicked grin parts her plump lips.
“Mercy, perhaps?”
Jesus, fuck.
She seems to take offence to the fact that I haven’t begun begging yet, but it isn’t in defiance. This woman has rendered me speechless.
Her foot presses down on my cock, digging her heel into the base of it, causing me to unleash a sound I’m certain I’ve never made.
A needy groan.
“Oh, fuck. Please.”
I have no idea what I’m pleading for, but whatever it is, I fucking want it.
A pleased smirk alights her lips, but she doesn’t lessen the pressure on my leaking cock.
“Please, what, Levi?”
At the sound of my name on her lips, spoken in that sultry tone, my heart gives a flutter I’ll allow myself to be anxious about later.
“Please…”
Unsatisfied, she digs her heel in again, making me wince even as my dick grows that much harder.
“Please, what?”
It’s a question I still don’t have an answer to.
“... More. Please. Ma’am.”
Ma’am? Where the fuck did that come from?
Her lips tighten ever so slightly, as if trying to suppress the slight curling at the corner of her mouth.
That mere whisper of a smile tells me right then and there, I’d fucking do anything to earn this woman’s praise. And if I weren’t in the highest state of arousal I’ve ever been in, I’d be more concerned, but as fate would have it...
Violette removes her foot from my dick, making it spring back up as if to follow her. Her eyes lick up the length of my body before she holds my gaze and forms words that cause my brain to short-circuit.
“Good boy.”
Lips parting, my breath escapes me in a ragged groan.
Her grin widens. “Is that what you want? Would you like to be my good boy?”
My throat works as some uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling wriggles and tightens in my chest, and it takes me a few moments to recognize what it is.
Vulnerability.
Not merely physical vulnerability, but emotional.
Still, the answer rings crystal clear despite my anxiety.
A resounding yes.
She must recognize the fear behind my gaze—something I haven’t felt in so very long—because the malicious delight decorating her features immediately softens.
I’ve taken my life into my hands and that of my brothers-at-arms countless times.
I’ve been shot, stabbed, had shrapnel embedded in more than one place of my body, and I’ve come face-to-face with death on more than one occasion.
But this powerful and breathtaking woman’s softness being directed at me makes my heart slam so hard inside its cage, I’m certain it’ll break free.
Violette kneels beside my hips, sitting on the backs of her thighs.
With a single finger, she strokes the curve of my jaw, bestowing me with a look of both compassion and admiration. “Look how magnificent you are.”
Her fingertip drifts from my jaw to the vertical scar marring the left side of my mouth, down to the keloid scar on my neck, before finally falling to the peppering of round scars decorating my chest and side.
“You’ve survived so much. Always in control. Always so strong. Never vulnerable.”
Her fangy grin widens.
“Until now…”
My lungs reflexively inhale, making me realize I haven’t even been breathing; that this woman literally stole my breath.
My dick twitches as her pointed nail grazes one of my nipples. She draws a straight line down that whispers against my abdomen.
“You deserve to have someone you can relinquish control to. Someone you can be vulnerable with. Someone to praise you and punish you accordingly.”
I roughly exhale when she reaches the space just below my navel, dragging the pad of her finger further...
Down, down, down...
Past my dick, and all the way to my taint.
The action makes me suck in another breath, abs contracting, ass clenching, just as the digit traces back up my balls to my frenulum.
Her gaze flicks back to mine, offering me a soft smile that I’m pretty sure I’d throw myself off a cliff for if it meant I’d find her waiting for me at the bottom.
“Would you like that, pet? With me?”
Little alarms go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but when her finger caresses the crown of my dick before sweeping up the dribbling pre-cum, all my thoughts evaporate, and my hips give a mindless thrust.
I watch, utterly riveted, as Violette brings the now-glistening finger to her mouth and wraps her tongue around it. Her eyes briefly slip shut as she gives a husky hum of pleasure. “Delicious.”
My lips part, and a fraction of a groan escapes me.
I’m fucking done for.
Before my mind even has a chance to process what I’m agreeing to, I find a resounding and determined yes slipping past my lips.
She quirks an expectant brow at me.
“More than anything.”
“You realize this requires your submission to me, or you will face punishment.”
I’ve only ever read a little about Dom/sub dynamics, so I’m not entirely sure of everything that entails, but if it means I get to have this woman dominate, punish, and praise me... I can’t think of much I wouldn’t endure.
“Yes, ma’am.”
A hint of that malevolent glee returns to her glittering lilac gaze, and my heart trills in anticipation.
Just as I finally manage to internally reprimand the recalcitrant, thundering organ—recall every vow I made to myself that I would never lose myself to love or put my future in the hands of a woman—Violette utters words I never knew I wanted to hear.
“There’s my good boy.”
Oh my fucking god.
“Shall I reward you, pet?”
My muscles flex against the binds as my hips give an involuntary thrust, and I don’t miss the way her eyes devour the sight. It makes my heart thump all the harder.
“Please..."
I’m so fucked.
She gives me a pleased smile, humming thoughtfully before she leans forward, takes my jaw in her hands, and makes her first command.
“Open.”
Despite my mental confusion because no one has dared to utter this word to me, my body has zero qualms and knows exactly what to do.
My mouth pops open, and she leans closer still, reducing the distance between us until only a finger’s length separates our mouths.
Sucking on her cheeks, she draws upon her saliva and allows a ball of spit to drop from her mouth to mine.
Before I can so much as think the words, what in the role-reversal fuck, I’ve already greedily swallowed it as my mind distantly reels over my current set of circumstances, and the fact that somehow—in a matter of minutes—this woman has made me her bitch.
But again, before my mind can fully process this revelation, her palm flattens on my stomach, sliding down to return to my cock.
Every nerve ending in my body flares to life when her soft, delicate hand wraps around my girth and administers that first teasing stroke.
Something I can only describe as a half-groan, half-whimper—a noise I hadn’t realized my throat was even capable of producing—escapes me as my hips thrust to meet her.
“Fuck, Violette..."
My breathing turns to panting as she proceeds to administer languorous, feather-light strokes to my cock, which somehow hardens and expands to the point of pain.
The pre-cum leaking from my crown wets her efforts, creating soft smacking noises with each pass.
She leans over me, adding a ball of saliva to my crown and using her closed palm to twist gently over it and stroke down my length.
Dear fuck, I haven’t had a hand job since I was in junior high, and still this is better than any sex I’ve ever had.