fourteen -Ares- #2
She shakes her head, denying my words, even if her body leans rocks into my fingers, greedy and desperate for more.
She probably hates me right now, hates that I’m doing this to her.
Hates me for reducing her to this quivering mess of need and want.
A mess that will do anything for me right now.
My free hand moves up to find her breast, fingers pinching her pierced nipple just enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain.
My hand on her breast, my mouth between her legs, my fingers in her dripping cunt; everything I need to take her to the edge.
A place she’s both desperate to avoid and desperate to fall over.
I can see the battle inside her. It’s hard letting go when the only person you ever belonged to was yourself, when the only person you ever trusted was yourself.
But if I can forgive, I need something in return.
“This is not something you can avoid, little curse. Not something you should fight, because either way, there’s no chance you’re winning.
” I say, thrusting inside her until her eyes widen like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“You’re so vulnerable for me. I’m going to fuck you until you beg to crawl for me.
” I say, my fingers curling inside of her until she cries out.
“I’m going to bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days. Every step you take, every time you so much as move, you’ll remember who you belong to. ”
I suck on her clit again, gently grazing it with my teeth, just enough to make her back bow off the desk.
“I don’t—” she tries again, the words fragmented by her ragged breath. “I don’t belong to you.”
I only respond by increasing the pace of my fingers, curling them while my tongue works through endless patterns that have her seeing stars. Her resistance is crumbling, her body betrays her, and I know that so does her heart.
“Say it,” I demand, lifting my head and slapping her sensitive flesh until it turns bright pink.
“No,” she mutters through the shock, though even like this, her words lack conviction, because her hips move against my hand, chasing the pleasure I offer.
“Then I’ll stop. You know me. You know I will.” I start withdrawing my fingers, and she makes a sound of protest that she would definitely find humiliating if things were different. “Say it, or I’ll tie you to the desk and leave you like this.”
She knows I would. I would definitely leave her here. Naked and trembling on the edge of reality, just to prove my point, just to break her a little more.
Her nostrils flare, trying to hold back the words she knows she has to say. Because they’re not meaningless. It isn’t a lie. It’s just the truth she’s afraid of admitting.
So I bite her clit again, giving her a little nudge to speak.
Her lips tremble, swallowing curses and moans, but unable to swallow the truth. “Yours,” she whispers, like she’s done her part, hoping I won’t hear her.
It only makes me smile. I could push for more, but a deal is a deal, even if it’s with a devil. So I go for the kill, my tongue dancing between her folds, my fingers working inside her until her voice is raw with pleasure and the taste of her sweet release fills my mouth.
“Surrender looks amazing on you,” I whisper, watching her eyes try and regain focus, like she’s just taken a strong dose of her favorite drug.
I don’t give her time to recover. No time to catch her breath before I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her down against the cold surface of the desk.
She flinches from the contrast of my heated body above her. “I want to hear your purr for me,” I whisper, feeling her melt beneath me, surrendering just like I want her to.
Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as she struggles with her impulses to defy me.
I give her a little warning so she won’t get any ideas.
My hand comes down hard on her ass, the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room.
And I watch my handprint bloom on the tender flesh there. Another mark of mine on her body.
She bites back a gasp, but I still hear it.
“Spread for me, little curse,” I demand, and she complies, shifting her legs apart just enough for me to see the liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
My own body is tense, my cock eager to bury itself as deep inside her as it can.
“Look at you,” I growl, propping a hand against the small of her back, pinning her in place. “My beautiful, deadly little assassin, wet and ready for the man she came to kill.”
The hand not holding her down, slides between her legs, my fingers exploring the slick evidence of her arousal until she’s so ready for me that her breath makes foggy circles on my desk.
Well, she did crawl for me, so I’m gonna give her what she wants so badly.
I press my tip against her, the maddening warmth calling me inside her.
But I don’t hurry. I enter her slow, stretching, having her feel me piercing by piercing.
She’s gasping, clawing at the desk's polished surface with little chance of anchoring herself against anything.
I can see her trembling with the effort of accommodating my size, and I swear I fucking live for this tremble. Yet it’s not enough. Nothing and everything is enough when it comes to her.
I lean down, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “Now, little curse,” I whisper. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
And I fucking mean it.
I can see her jolt as I withdraw almost completely before slamming back into her with a force that makes the massive oak, 400-year-old desk go skidding across the floor.
She cries out, the sound torn out of her as I drive inside her again and again, each thrust more punishing than the last.
And she responds, like she wants to be broken. She arches into me, welcoming my every move.
“Now you see how good it feels to crawl to me,” I say, fingers digging into her hips, hard enough to bring pain.
“You’re delusional,” she tries to sound bitter, but her voice comes in ragged breaths as she arches again against me to meet my thrusts.
I sneak a hand into her hair, yanking her head back painfully. “Your lies don’t come out quite right, do they?”
My pace becomes brutal, like an animal mating in the wild, because I can’t hold back the urge to punish her for what she’s done. I can only hope something will satisfy it one day.
But until then, I’ll take everything I can from her.
While I will make her give me everything.
The desk creaks dangerously beneath us, and she’s reduced to incoherent sounds, her pride shattering with each powerful stroke.
Then I switch angles, my knee propped on the desk, and I know I hit something that sends electric shocks of pleasure to her core.
I can feel it in the way she tightens around my cock, the pleasure building within me threatening to break me as well.
She moans so loud, the whole fucking neighborhood can hear it.