Chapter 2 #3
Fuck. Hearing her beg like that threatens every bit of my control. It makes me want to fuck her harder. Makes me want to keep her on the edge until she forgets every man who ever touched her before me.
I lean over her back, pressing her into the mattress. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet. Like your body was made to take my cock.”
“Please.” She’s delirious now. “Please, Dane. I need to come. Please let me come.”
I reach around and find her clit. She bucks against my hand, straining against the ties.
“Not yet.” I slow my thrusts, making her feel every inch as I drag in and out.
“I’ve waited for this for almost twenty years.
I’ve driven myself crazy knowing that asshole had you.
I searched for a way to kill him that wouldn’t anger the Council so I could have you, but they wouldn’t hear of it.
And now you’re going to wait. You’re going to take everything I give you until I’ve decided you've suffered as much as I have. And when I decide you’ve earned it, then I’ll let you come. ”
She whimpers. The sound is desperate and needy. I want to hear that sound every fucking night.
I fuck her slowly now. I move in deep, deliberate strokes that make her moan and shake. My fingers circle her clit but never give her enough pressure to reach the climax she’s chasing.
“Dane.” She’s begging shamelessly now. Her pride is gone. There’s nothing left but need. “Dane, please. I can’t take it. Please let me come. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. Whatever you want. Just please. Please.”
I can feel her getting closer. Her pussy is clenching around me, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short desperate gasps.
I pull out completely.
She screams in frustration, yanking at the ties. “No! Dane, please, no. Fuck me, Dane, please. I need it. I need you. Please.”
I flip her onto her back, her bound arms crossing above her head. Her face is wrecked. Mascara streaks her cheeks. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes are wild with desperation.
She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I settle between her thighs and thrust back into her. She wraps her legs around my waist immediately, pulling me deeper.
“Look at me.” I grip her jaw and force her eyes to mine. “Don’t look away. I want to see your face when you come.”
She holds my gaze. There’s no defiance left. No walls. Just raw, desperate need.
I fuck her with everything I have. Every thrust makes her cry out, her back arching beneath me. Her bound hands strain against the ties, and the silk is leaving marks on her wrists.
I pound into her harder, chasing my own release. “You’re mine, Whitney. Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to do whatever the hell I want with. And I won’t always go this easy on you, Mrs. Sinclair.”
“Yes.” She’s screaming now. “Yes, Dane, I understand. Please. Please let me come. I’m begging you. Please.”
I reach between us and press hard on her clit. “Come. Right fucking now.”
She shatters.
Her entire body locks up, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard it’s almost painful. She screams my name over and over, her voice breaking, her legs shaking around my waist.
I fuck her through it, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her come apart beneath me. And when she’s still shaking, still sobbing, still clenching around me, I let myself go.
I come so hard my vision goes white. I bury myself deep inside her and empty everything I have, growling her name.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe. Her legs are still wrapped around me. My cock is still inside her. The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing.
Finally, I pull out of her and reach up to untie her wrists. The silk has left red marks on her skin. I bring each wrist to my mouth and press a kiss against the marks.
She looks up at me through wet lashes. I don’t think she knows whether to hate me or wrap her arms around my neck.
Good. I want her off balance. I don’t want her to know what to expect.
I pull her against my chest. She’s stiff at first, but exhaustion wins out, and she lets herself be held. She’s right where she was always supposed to be.
“You did so well.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Such a good girl for me.”
She laughs. “I don’t know why your condescending pet names turn me on so much.”
“Get used to it.” I tighten my arms around her. “When you please me, I’ll tell you. When you disobey me, I’ll punish you. And when you submit to me the way you did tonight, I’ll reward you.”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then she lifts her head and looks at me with those ice-blue eyes.
“I’ve been owned by a man before.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming. “It didn’t end well for him, given he’s no longer alive.”
“I’m counting on your fire, kitten.” I brush her hair back from her face. “It’s going to make breaking you so much more satisfying. I went easy on you tonight, but we are far from done.”
She holds my gaze without flinching. “Who says you’ll be the one doing the breaking?”
“Because I’m Dane Sinclair, and I get what I fucking want.”
And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.