Chapter 14
RUINED
“Good girl.”
The praise settled over me in a way that sent a sudden heat coursing straight through me.
I had asked him to touch me, but it wasn’t just that.
It was the way he had pulled those words from me and forced me to say them out loud.
To admit what I wanted, and somehow, that alone was enough to leave me shaken.
I wasn’t entirely sure what that said about me, whether it made me hopeless or dangerously fortunate.
But one look at Wye was enough to settle that question, because there was nothing ordinary about this.
Nothing that could be compared to anything I had known before.
And I could only imagine how many others might have dreamed of being exactly where I was now.
To be seen by him like this… to be wanted like this.
The thought barely had time to settle before he claimed my mouth again, the kiss slower this time, more measured as he caught my lower lip between his teeth.
The faint sting of it pulled a breath from me before he soothed it almost immediately after.
As though measuring my response. And whatever answer he found there seemed to satisfy him.
Because the shift in him was subtle but obvious, the control still present but threaded now with something deeper.
With something more assured, his attention moved over me with renewed purpose.
Which meant that when he finally moved again, drawing back just enough to tug my shorts and panties free and ease them from my legs, I felt it immediately.
The cool air brushed over my skin in their absence, and the shift in the moment was just as sharp as his gaze.
The space between us was charged with something that had already begun to build long before this.
He kissed his way down my stomach, soon reaching between my thighs, finding smooth, hairless skin.
He hummed his approval, and I couldn’t help but feel quietly pleased with my choice to keep myself waxed.
Not that I had been doing it for anyone else, I never had.
It was always a personal preference, though in that moment, I was very glad about it.
As Wye, ran his lips across me, releasing a satisfied moan as he did.
“So smooth, so soft. Fucking made for me, my girl.” I shivered at his praise, something he felt for himself.
But then he touched me, guiding a knuckle from my entrance up to my clit, spreading my dripping flesh wider with the thick digit as he stroked my sex.
His next words carried another note of satisfaction, sending a wave of heat curling through me.
“Gods, you’re so wet for me. Fucking soaked.” The sound that came from him didn’t exactly sound human. As this time, his growl of approval was one I felt over my quivering flesh, turning me on even more.
“Time to make my woman scream,” he told me, and before I could ask, his fingers parted my flesh further.
After that, his lips followed, making me cry out at the first swipe of his tongue.
One slowly traveling up my center. I swear, I nearly flew off the bed as my back bowed!
My nipples pebbled, pointing upwards, as if they too remembered just how talented his tongue and mouth were.
And I didn’t know why I was surprised when it only took me less than a minute to come apart.
Which meant I instantly felt like putting my vibrator out to pasture.
Because the second I started screaming, I knew nothing in my life would ever feel as good as this. Trying to find pleasure by my own hands would pale into invisibility in comparison. But then, as one release started to roll into the next, the intensity became too much.
“Ahhh… oh Goddess, please,” I moaned, but before I could shift away from him, his hand shot out and landed flat on my belly. As if he had anticipated that I would fight him. The sensations became way too much as I came screaming even louder this time.
“AHHH, FUUUUCK!” I swear I had felt it rising from my toes before exploding out of me. However, his lips didn’t let up, as they stayed latched onto my clit and continued to suck.
“Please… no more! I can’t… I…” His reply was a warning growl, one that only ended up turning me on even more. Especially with the way it rippled against my soaked flesh.
“Keep yourself open for me, for you will not take away my meal, girl.” He warned, making me shiver against him. And he wasn’t wrong, as that was exactly what he was doing, making a meal out of me. Lapping up my cum as if it were a drink from the gods themselves.
“Fucking delicious,” he rumbled before looking up at me and snarling,
“More. I want more.”
My eyes widened in shock, never before experiencing a man who actually enjoyed doing this. No, not just enjoyed it, but seemed to be getting off on it and far from ready to give it up in favor of seeking his own pleasure.
“Don’t move. Keep yourself wide for me,” he ordered, and just giving him a slight nod of my head obviously wasn’t enough as he growled a more serious,
“I mean it, Eliza. Tell me you understand.” I swallowed hard and told him what he wanted to hear, although I wasn’t entirely sure I was being truthful when I told him,
“I understand.” And in the end, all I understood was that I seemed to have lost all sense of time, and half of me questioned if this was even real anymore.
Because I had never experienced so much pleasure in all my life, and we hadn’t even had sex yet!
At this rate, I didn’t know if we even would.
As I was pretty sure that if he made me come one more time, I would pass out completely.
At one point, I think I was actually sobbing, begging him and telling him that I couldn’t take it anymore.
Something he only seemed to take seriously after the third time I said it, bringing my grand total of orgasms to five.
I didn’t even know something like that was possible.
Surely, he had to be using some kind of magic on me.
Tears had begun to stream back into my hairline, and I was far past the point of caring about dignity now, reduced to outright begging.
“Please… please, I can’t… I can’t, not another one… not anymore…” He chuckled menacingly, the sound brushing against my inner thigh before he bit down just enough to make me cry out, though not hard enough to break the skin.
And then, finally, he pulled back enough to say,
“All right, my girl, but in time… you will learn to take more.” I swallowed hard at that. And I didn’t know whether to be afraid… or more turned on. Although judging by the way my body responded, it seemed that decision had already been made for me.
At the same time, it was embarrassing, letting him know just how affected I was. Especially as his fingers lingered at the edge of my entrance, not quite giving me what I wanted, but feeling everything. Specifically, the way my body betrayed me and the way it reacted to him without hesitation.
“My girl likes the sound of that, I see,” he murmured.
“No,” I tried to argue, but he only laughed, entirely unbothered by the weak protest.
“Your body tells me one thing, Eliza…” he said smoothly,
“…and it is not lying the way your lips are.”
And of course, he was right, and the worst part was that he wouldn’t have even needed to touch me any further to prove his point.
Hell, just the recent abuse on my clit was enough.
As I swear, all he would have to do is blow on it slightly, and I would most likely come again, it was so sensitive. And we hadn’t even had sex yet!
I felt his body against mine, though it deepened as he shifted further up the bed. Then he leaned in, his voice low against my ear.
“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” I did as he asked and felt the weight of his large cock against my stomach. I was almost tempted to ask him if he was sure that it would fit, but he got there first.
“I have wanted to claim you from the first moment I saw you,” he said, his voice low, threaded with something deeper than desire alone.
“I knew, even then, that you would belong to me.” His gaze held mine, unwavering, the intensity of it almost too much to bear.
“But you need to understand, Eliza… if you agree to this, there will be no turning back. There will be nothing between us once I have claimed you.” The words should have struck harder.
Should have made me hesitate. But in that moment, my mind felt slow, overwhelmed, as though it simply wasn’t capable of processing anything beyond him.
All I could do was look up at him, lost in those startling eyes that now glowed like liquid silver. Each of them caught the low light in a way that made them seem almost unreal, like twin reflections of the moon itself.
“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, softer this time, stripped of everything but want.
“Please don’t make me beg.”
At that, something in him shifted. His eyes closed briefly, as though he were steadying himself. He then leaned down, resting his forehead gently against mine. The contact was grounding, intimate in a way that made my breath catch.
“You don’t need to beg me, Eliza,” he whispered, his voice quieter now, but no less certain.
“For I was yours the moment you stepped inside my club.” His breath brushed against my lips as he spoke again, the words settling between us like something inevitable.
“And now…”
The pause was deliberate before he growled demonically,
“You will be mine!” At this, he thrust up inside me, and I cried out as pleasure and pain merged as one.
A scream he swallowed down and devoured in a kiss.
I had never felt someone of his size before, and it was as if he knew it, not out of arrogance, but something far more instinctive.
Which was why he remained still, allowing me time to adjust. He then pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against mine once more before asking softly,
“Are you alright?”
I nodded, my breath still uneven.