15. Fae #3
His other hand shifts and his thumb presses lightly against my clit, with just enough pressure to tease. My body pulses as I push into him, chasing the pressure I need. Roman catches the movement and pulls his hand away.
“Please,” I whisper again. “I want hard. I want you.”
I pull my hand from his boxers, spit into my palm, and slide it back in, wrapping my fingers around his thick dick. I move my hand slowly, twisting at the tip again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Tink. Say it,” he growls, teeth clenched. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” I breathe. “I want you to take control. I want you to make it stop.” I rock against him, chasing friction, desperate for anything that will drown everything else out.
A rough sound tears from his chest and his eyes darken with warning.
“Fuck,” he shouts, sitting up so quickly the air shifts.
Roman grabs my hips, turns me abruptly, and pushes me face down into the mattress.
He pulls my hips back so my arse lifts and my back arches, and the sharp slap that lands sends goosebumps across my skin.
Leaning over me, he presses his covered cock exactly where I need it.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, more to himself than me. “You see what you do to me, little one? All the fucking time… it makes me crazy.” I groan at his words and push back against him, my body moving without thought.
“Stay still,” he barks. “You get one more chance, Fae. You don’t get to take this back. If I start, I don’t stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” I plead, “please.”
“Remember you’re the one that begged for it when you decide you hate me again.”
He pulls his body heat away from my back and places his hand in the centre of my spine, pinning me down.
With his other hand, he grabs my wrist and drags it up over my head.
My heart starts to race and sweat beads across my back as I watch him reach behind the headboard and pull out a leather cuff.
He fastens it into place, then takes my other wrist and does the same.
My breath comes out in short gasps as the bed lifts slightly with the loss of his weight.
I turn my head to watch him as he takes me in at his own pace.
My body burns with a need so strong it feels like I might combust. My thighs are damp and I lick my lips as I take in the size of his dick from this angle.
I watch him adjust himself, the tip just visible above his boxers, dark and already wet.
Pre-cum glistens there and a moan slips from my mouth before I can stop it.
Roman smirks at the sound and starts walking towards me, slow and deliberate.
His shoulders roll with each step, his arms flexing, his stomach tightening as he moves.
His skin catches the low light and I take in every tattoo I can see, some familiar, others hidden until now.
He is covered in ink that stretches across him, the only clear skin I can find is his finger, his heart, and his left bicep.
“Is that what you want, little one?” he asks, his cock right by my face as his fingers drag slowly down my spine. “Want to choke on my cock until your eyes are full of tears?”
“Mmm,” I moan. “Yes, please.”
A sharp slap cracks across my thigh and I cry out, the sting blooming hot across my skin. I try to pull away but his other hand holds me in place as he rubs over it, easing the burn just enough to make it worse.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, almost to himself, teasing me with his cock in front of my mouth.
I lean forward, desperate to touch him, kiss him, do something, but he catches the movement and pulls back.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Fae.”
The way he says my name makes me jolt. I usually love it, the way it sounds, but on his tongue it turns into something else entirely.
“If you’re good, I’ll reward you. Do you understand?”
I whimper and nod against the bedspread.
“Words, Fae,” he snaps and this time the slap to my other thigh is harder.
“Yes,” I moan. “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl.”
Roman moves away from the bed and steps behind me. I can’t see him from this position and my body loosens slightly. I let my head drop to the pillow, focusing on my breathing and wondering why I pushed him this far. He has me this worked up and we haven’t even started yet.
I hear drawers opening and shutting behind me, then the bed dips under his weight. A soft whimper slips from my mouth at the heat of his thighs pressing against mine.
Roman grips my hair and angles my face towards the window. Something catches my eye, an egg-shaped object with a base, my breath stutters as I realise what it is.
A butt plug.
I shift on my knees as his thumb slides between my legs, brushing over me slowly. The touch pulls a reaction straight out of me, my body tightening under his hand. I feel the slight shiver that runs through him against my thighs as something soft, leather-like grazes across the top of my arse.
“Are you ready to play?”
“Y… yeah.”
“Good.”
I hear something cut through the air before it lands and the moan rips out of me as sharp pinpricks of fire spread across my arse.