57. Chapter Fifty-Seven #2
His thumb brushes along the point where my shoulder and neck meet. “And what are your thoughts on claiming marks?”
I think of the one Orliana has on her neck. How proud it makes her. “They’re pretty hot.”
His head rests against mine as he murmurs, already turning breathless, “Baby girl, please tell me I can mark you today.”
My blood thrums with anticipation. “Will it hurt?”
“Probably, but I promise to make it all better after.”
My breath hitches and my hips thrust forward at the visual of him making it better. “Then, by all means; mark me.”
I close my eyes, anticipating the bite, but it doesn’t come. The warmth of his Fyre intensifies, though, and when I reopen my eyes, he’s staring down at me with the hungriest expression in existence.
He brushes a knuckle along my cheek. “You think I’m going to do it without making you earn my bite, Firefly?”
I furrow my brow in indignation. “Earn it? I haven’t earned it yet?”
Trinte’s hand wraps around my throat, tightening until air becomes impossible to inhale. With a vicious tone that raises the hair across my body, he murmurs, “I’ll decide when you earn it. Understood?”
Heart beating at a punishing pace, I nod. He leans his head down, inhaling me deeply with a groan. “Fuck, you smell delicious. But you don’t smell of me yet.” Nipping my ear, he promises, “We’re going to fix that.”
The words turn my knees to jelly. When his hand releases my throat, I gasp, but before I can catch my breath, he tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my ass hard. I squeal with a kick, forcing him to lay an arm across my thighs.
“Naughty pretty creature,” he purrs, marching to his bedroom. “You’re going to pay for so many things.”
I laugh, torso bobbing with each step. Wriggling my ass right next to his face, I taunt him, knowing full well he's about to teach me a very valuable lesson. “I don’t believe you, manservant.”
When he spanks me again, the pain shuts me up. For the first time, I’m a tiny bit afraid of what I’ve woken up.
I’m unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. For a moment, we stare at one another, his gaze roving over my body. My skin flushes at the promise in those eyes.
“Stand up.”
I frown. “Why did you—”
He grabs my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed. Before I can react, Trinte flips me over with a ruthless smack to my ass. I cry out and try to scramble away, but his hand holds my ankle firmly as he smacks the opposite ass cheek.
“Trinte, wha—”
“Do you need to say the safe word?” he asks from behind me, voice curious.
I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon. This is not what I had in mind when he wanted me to submit, so it’s more of a surprise than a dislike. “No?”
“Good.” Another spank has me squealing. “But that means each question, each hesitation, equals one punishment.” He gives me a moment to process. “Is this clear?”
“Yes.”
“Stand.”
Without hesitation, I’m scrambling off the bed to stand. Right now, he feels twenty-feet tall with the commanding energy he’s emanating.
His expression burns with desire as he says, “Strip.”
Holding his gaze, I take off each piece of clothing. My body shakes with suspense, wondering what he’s going to do next. Trinte is a versatile lover, swinging from intimate lovemaking to using my body for his pleasure. This is another side I haven’t experienced, but I’m thrilled to explore it.
When I’m naked, Trinte looks me over with a smirk. He takes a step back. “Hmm. What should I have you do?”
My fingers rub against my palm nervously. “Um—”
“That was rhetorical.” Trinte’s expression is impassive, but the words are sharp. Biting my lips together, I decide it’s time to let him take over. If he wants me to interact, I’m sure he’ll tell me.
“Spread your legs.”
My feet separate.
“Play with your pussy, pretty girl.”
With shaking fingers, I slide two fingers into my wetness with a moan. When my eyes close, he orders, “Look at me.”
As my hand works toward my center, he begins to slowly undo his belt buckle. The sound sends a flush of anticipation down my body. It makes a loud snapping sound when he rips it from the belt loops. I flinch, then moan again.
“You like that?” he asks with that same damn smirk.
I nod. He cocks his head, so I say, “Yes.”
His big thumbs separate the buttons of his pants, revealing orange boxer-briefs. Goddess, I love him in those. Sticking his hand inside, he palms what is surely a rock-hard cock. “Do you want this in your throat, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I rasp, making circles around my clit. My peaked nipples are almost painful, aching for his mouth.
“You have to make yourself cum to earn it. Can you do that for me?”
Instead of answering, I increase the speed of my fingers, then stick two fingers inside my pussy with my other hand. I whimper, desperate for release. Needing it from him, but knowing he will deny me if I say that. So, I try to please him, chasing the pleasure like it’s the key to my future.
My mouth waters when he pulls out his thick cock, making a fist and slowly pumping into it. It’s an unholy, sinful sight, one that has my orgasm exploding. Head rocking back, I let out a groan, trying not to collapse onto the ground.
Dizzy from the strain, I eye where he pleasures himself. Ready to taste.
Seeing my stare, he says hoarsely, “How bad do you want it?”
“Really bad.”
“Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I immediately sit, never taking my eyes off the way he lazily strokes his engorged cock. He prowls closer until the tip is a couple of inches from my mouth. He tilts my head with a knuckle.
“Are you going to let me fuck your throat until tears stream down those sweet cheeks?”
“Yes.”
His thumb brushes against my bottom lip. His tongue flicks out to lick his own, as if anticipation tasting me. “Open up.”
My jaw drops as wide as possible.
“Stick out your tongue.”
When I do as I’m told, he lightly taps the swollen head against it.
He sighs with pleasure. “You’re doing so good. Show me how you can do better. No hands. Use your mouth.”
Immediately, I’m inhaling him.
Trinte lets out a slow, “Fuuuck.”
I hum with pleasure, working him with my mouth, desperate to fit as much as possible down to the back of my throat. When his hands come to the sides of my head, anticipation has me sucking harder. I’m soaked between my legs, squirming for some sort of friction.
“Stop moving your hips,” he orders. It’s excruciating, but I obey. “You’re going to keep that throat open for me, pretty girl. Understood?”
I hum my agreement, mouth too full to speak.
Trinte unleashes himself, using my mouth for his pleasure. Slamming into the back of my throat, forcing tears to prick my eyes. His focus never leaves my face, black hair falling around his handsome features. There’s so much intention in each thrust as he fucks with abandon.
It hurts and feels incredible at the same time. I feel empowered knowing that he’s this raw and rough with me. Only me. No one else received this privilege. The realization sends a thrill down my spine.
Trinte slows his pace when my cheeks are covered in tears and I have so much spit in my mouth, it’s slobbered all over his cock. Pulling out, he admires his work.
“You did so good.”
The praise has me grinning. “Thank you.”
He steps back again, pretending to think while he looks me over. “Let’s see what we can do to that pussy, shall we?”