Chapter Twenty
Dorian
Iinhale a deep breath, trying to temper my immediate urge to quite simply fuck her until she changes her mind.
“We’re not,” she goes on, causing anger to replace the pain in my chest. “I know you’re into me, and despite my better judgement, I’m into you.
” Her voice quiets. “Really into you, actually. Today was wonderful, but I can’t reconcile the side of you that pulls out a gun, gets shot, then recovers so quickly it's almost miraculous, with the side of you that set up a lovely date that was perfect for me.” She shakes her head.
“Or the side of you that just sat there when Connor was a hairbreadth away from killing me.”
I tighten my arm around her again, pulling her closer.
Pressing her head against my shoulder and stroking her arm.
“Listen to me,” I tell her firmly, allowing a hint of the dominance I’m going to unleash on her seep through my tone.
“I understand you have trauma from your stepfather, but you need to understand that I—am—not—him. The reason my legion went after the gang that attacked us is because they were trying to charge bullshit protection money from local small businesses and Greywood students who couldn’t afford it.
When people refused to pay, the Serpents would send someone to beat them half to death.
We dismantled their operation, cutting off their profit and killing most of their people; they went underground to regroup, making it more difficult than normal to pick them off.
But we will pick them off. I won’t pretend to be a good man, but I have morals and standards that I stick to religiously.
You like me, I like you. You want me, I want you so much sometimes just looking at you makes my chest feel tight.
Let us have each other, Mira. Give in, and let’s see where this goes.
I don’t just want you for a few weeks; I want you, period. ”
A soft, astonished puff of laughter tickles my neck. “You barely know me.”
“I know more than enough,” I counter. “I know you’re a sensitive soul and an empath, though you hate that term.
I know you have the ability to ensnare humans and animals alike, though you prefer the company of animals.
I know you’re resilient and so strong it puts me to shame.
” I brush a kiss over her head. “I know you’re stubborn, driven, and so damn smart it’s downright irritating at times.
” I kiss her cheek. “I know I feel things I’ve never felt before when I’m with you. ”
“Classic line,” she quips.
“It’s not a line,” I retort. “It’s the fucking truth, Mira.
I want to take care of you. I want to support you.
I want to be your partner. I want to see you smile and know that I’m the cause of your happiness.
” I move my lips across her jaw and down to her neck, lightly sucking the skin there.
“When we’re in bed together, I want to possess you.
Make you mine in every sense of the word.
I want to dominate you, but not in the cliché way.
You already know that I get off on controlling a girl’s pleasure, but it’s different with you.
I discovered an obsession with making you come last night.
” I feel it the moment she begins to grow flustered, squirming on my lap, her breaths quickening.
“I want to feel you fall apart around my cock, my fingers, my tongue. When you’re bad, I want to spend hours indulging in the more sadistic side of pleasure.
Seeing how many times you can come. Knowing that your abs will be sore in the morning, and you’ll feel like you ran a marathon.
Knowing that, after a while, orgasms aren’t just overwhelming; they’re painful, yet so, so pleasurable at the same time. ”
“Dorian,” she gasps, her hand grasping mine.
“We’ll get to that,” I assure her, skimming my lips up the column of her neck and pressing a kiss to her jaw.
“Soon. First, I need you to agree to become mine. At least give it a genuine shot. Explore what we could be alongside me.” My hand trails up her thigh, coming to rest on her navel, fingers splayed out across her belly.
My pinky sits just above the seam of her jeans, and I can’t fucking wait to peel them off and get to work. “Agree to it,” I breathe.
She swallows. “Then what?”
“Then you get a true punishment for trying to run from me, and soon, I’ll get us an apartment. We’ll live together.”
“T—that’s moving very fast,” she says breathlessly.
“I’m still supposed to be keeping an eye on you,” I remind her. “If it’s us in an apartment, you’ll be away from this house. I won’t worry that Connor will scare you or Seamus will come onto you. It makes sense. Agree to it, Mira.”
She bites her lip, shaking her head. “I… don’t know.”
“Agree to it,” I coax, nipping her earlobe. If she doesn’t give in soon, I’m liable to do something drastic.
“I want the cats to come with us,” she says petulantly.
I chuckle. “Done. Any other requests?”
She blinks a few times. “Many, I’m sure. I’ll let you know when I remember them.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, loving that I can have this effect on her. She really is the perfect submissive for me.
“Okay,” I say, reigning myself in. “Now, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand why you’re being punished?”
She gives me a wary glance. “Because I did the sensible thing.”
“No,” I disagree. “Because you didn’t communicate. Communication is vital to any relationship, even more so in ours. If you have a problem in the future, if you want to run, you will tell me. We will talk it over. I will adjust whatever I can to make you feel safer.”
She contemplates this for a long moment before giving a nod. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat.
“Since I agreed, can we forgo the punishment?” she asks, blinking at me adorably.
I hide a smile, shaking my head. “No. The function of a punishment is correction. You’ll have thoughts of fleeing in the future, I’m sure. You’re a flighty girl—it’s part of your survival mindset. When you have those thoughts, you will remember tonight, and you’ll reconsider.”
“Dorian,” she says softly, “I’m afraid.”
I lean forward, planting a chaste kiss on her lips. “I know.”
“Will you… explain to me what’ll happen? Then talk me through it while it’s happening?”
The fact that she’s not resisting right now speaks volumes. She might be afraid, but she’s also curious. She wants to know where this will go, even if it makes her nervous.
“Are you familiar with the concept of a pleasure sadist?” I ask her.
Frowning, she shakes her head.
“In the kink community, I’d be considered a pleasure dominant by most.”
Her frown deepens. “You’re in the kink community?”
I shake my head. “Not really. Connor certainly is and Seamus dabbles in it—I’ve tagged along with them to a few local parties, but it wasn’t really my scene.
Parties or play meet-ups are usually done in a group setting, and I’m not into doing things in public.
I prefer to keep things behind closed doors. ”
She bites her lip. “I’ve never done anything that wasn’t considered vanilla.”
I smile. “What we did last night was far from vanilla. I was in the dominant role; you were in the submissive one. I had the power in the scene, your only real option was to lie back and take what I gave. You seemed into it.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip again, and my dick twitches, stiffening against the generous curve of her ass.
She feels it, squirming a little. Her hips rock back into it, and I hiss out a breath, gritting my teeth.
I want to fuck her very badly, but I won’t do that until she asks for it.
In the meantime, I am more than happy to just play with her body.
“It was… strange, but good,” she says, a bit breathlessly.
Her hips rock back once again. I grip them, stilling her movements. I have better control over myself than most, but my restraint has limits.
“Careful,” I say lowly. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight.”
She deflates at that, seeming almost offended. I squeeze her hips. “Not because I don’t want to fuck you—I do. Desperately. But because our first time shouldn’t be during a punishment."
“So scrap the punishment,” she breathes. “I shouldn’t, but I want you. Badly.”
A low groan rumbles from my chest. I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder, growing harder at her soft, breathy gasp.
“No,” I tell her, kissing the spot I bit.
Hopefully it’ll turn into a mark. “You’re getting punished tonight, Mira.
No way out of it. Back to what we were talking about before we got off track…
pleasure sadist is a fairly new, not often used term.
Conventional sadists are known for getting off by delivering pain and humiliation. ”
She stiffens. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d like.”
“Good, because that’s not much to my tastes, either,” I assure her.
“What’s more to my tastes is the sadistic aspect of pleasure.
After a certain number of orgasms, the female body sort of…
lets go into an oblivious state. Coming becomes agonizing, sometimes painful, and simultaneously too pleasurable.
I haven’t played a whole lot with pushing those boundaries, the girls I’ve been with usually said their safeword long before I really started setting new limits for what they can handle. ”
Mira’s breath hitches again, and she gazes at me, eyes wide and filled with intrigue. “What was it... um, what was it like for the other girls?” Her brows pinch when she says other girls, and it probably makes me a bastard to hope she’s jealous at the thought of me with another.
“A new experience for them,” I say simply. “Some liked it and got into the scenes. Others, not so much. All tapped out just when I was truly hitting a flow, because it was too much for them. I don’t blame them for that, but I do wish I could’ve taken things farther.”