Chapter Eight #3
“Breathe from here,” I tell her, pressing a hand to the flat of her stomach.
“Deep breaths in and out.” I don’t like the way her hipbones or ribs poke out beneath her skin—that’s something I’ll need to fix—but I can’t get enough of the softness of her skin.
It’s like silk, and there’s a bit of muscle on her legs and arms. She’s tried to keep herself in shape, probably so she’d be ready to run if I ever got close.
Too bad. The wolf’s caught her in his jaws, and this time, he’s not letting her slip away.
I draw little circles on her stomach. Trace the outline of every rib, and her hipbones.
I let her get used to my touch in relatively innocent places, watching as her breaths gradually slow down to a semi-normal pace.
Then, I brush my fingers over one pert, perky nipple that’s practically begging to be sucked on.
Her next breath hitches, and faint arousal glimmers in her eyes.
I lean down and run my tongue over her nipple, and a soft, shocked cry escapes her as her back arches.
“I’m reasonably certain I already know the answer to my question, but I still have to ask,” I murmur. “Has any man touched you in our time apart?”
Resentment replaces the arousal in her gaze.
“Do you really think I’d willingly let anyone touch me—ah,” she cuts off with a moan as I engulf her nipple with my mouth and start to suck, lifting my hand to cup her other breast. She’s laid out like a sacrifice for me, and I’m more than happy to indulge in the offering of her supple flesh.
“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing the valley between her breasts. “This body is mine to touch. It doesn’t belong to you, and it certainly isn’t available to other men—it’s entirely mine.”
“M-monster,” she moans. “Stop.”
“No.” The fact that she’s asking me as though it’ll have any impact shows we still have a long way to go. “Accept the loss of control,” I command. “Give yourself over to me, if only for a few minutes. I’ll take care of you, Flower.”
She shakes her head from side to side, but her movements are calmer.
Her eyes have softened. Her breaths slow until they’re almost lethargic, and as I watch her, I can almost see the moment submission starts to creep over her.
It’s profoundly satisfying to see her succumb to my touch, even if I know it’ll only last for a little while.
“Diamonds are the only thing a girl as beautiful as you should wear,” I whisper, kissing her nipple. I pinch it gently between two fingers while leaning farther over the table to give attention to her neglected nipple, massaging it with my lips and tongue while I massage the other with my fingers.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper. Slowly, I start to move lower, planting kisses along her naval until I reach the top of her pussy.
I run my tongue over the curve of her mound, then venture lower.
I pull back only long enough to drag the chair in front of her, take a seat between her legs, and spread her folds.
I lean forward to blow on her clit, smiling when she shivers and moans.
A little bit of wetness has started dripping out of her, just from the nipple play alone.
I glance up at her pretty nipples, making all sorts of plans for them in the future.
“Try to move,” I instruct her, recalling how wet she got last night. “Pull your arms down. Free your legs.”
She jerks weakly a few times, but her struggles quickly intensify until the chains are loudly rattling and her breath’s hitching. Eventually, she falls still, panting with exertion. “I—I can’t,” she whispers.
“That’s right,” I agree. “You can’t. I choose what happens now, and all you can do is accept it.” A low moan shudders out of her, and a rush of arousal escapes her pussy. Restraints definitely work magic on her, as does giving up control.
Now, it’s time to reinforce that both of those things are good.
I plant my palms on her thighs and lean forward, running the tip of my tongue over her slit.
Her taste invigorates me—musky, feminine, mild, and mine.
I lean closer and push my tongue inside her tight little pussy, using her moans and shivers as guides while gorging myself on her taste, her scent, and most of all, the fact that she’s here.
With me, under my thumb, exactly where she belongs.
I trail my tongue higher until it hits her sensitive clit, and gently start to massage it, patiently helping it swell with need. The more swollen and needy she is, the more fun I’ll have playing with her.
Her small noises turn into reluctant moans, and soon after, cries.
Her hips buck upward, pressing her pussy into my mouth, and I smile slightly, prodding a finger at her dripping opening and gliding it inside.
It only takes a few more seconds before I feel her pussy start to flutter around my finger, and I pull my mouth away, watching as she hovers on the edge of unraveling.
Her orgasm dies quickly without the needed stimulation, and I smile a bit at the lost look on her face.
“W—why?” she breathes.
“Building you up,” I reply. “A bit of edging makes for a much stronger orgasm. I think you remember that from our time together, don’t you?”
“Please,” she whimpers. “Monster—”
“Shh. Take it for me. I want to watch you hover on the edge, desperate to come for a little while. I promise I’ll satisfy you by the end of it, but for now, it’s playtime—and I’ve missed playing with you so much.
” I give her clit a single flick with my tongue, enjoying the full-body shudder that rolls through her.
I focus on stroking her skin with my free hand for a few minutes, waiting as her orgasm dies out completely, leaving her a wet, needy mess. Then, I get started again, pushing her right to the edge. When I pull away this time, she curses at me.
“Just—just let me come!”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “What gave you the impression that you’re in charge here?” I question. “When you’re on my table or my bed, anywhere that belongs to me, I’m in charge. You don’t get a say—I decide what happens, and your only option is to accept. Got it?”
“Why?” she whines. Some of the fire comes back into her eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can,” I reply. “Because it’s fun. Because you’re mine, and this is my favorite way to play with you. Shut those pretty lips unless you want me to put them to good use, and give yourself over.”
This time, I work her up until she’s so close to release, tears start rolling down her cheeks and any sign of intelligence escapes her eyes, leaving behind a lost look of confusion mixed with fierce desire. That’s when I know I have her precisely where I want her.
“Ask me nicely for an orgasm,” I instruct her. “Make it good, and I’ll let you come.”
She blinks a few times, brows furrowing. Some semblance of thought enters her gaze again, and irritation brings a blush to her cheeks. “Fuck you.”
“Bad girl.” I nip her thigh. “Don’t curse at me while I’m playing with you. That won’t put me in a lenient mood.”
“I’m not asking you to continue this assault!”
I shrug. “Suit yourself. Let me know when you’ve changed your mind. Until then, enjoy the torture—I know I will.”
I drive her up toward the edge repeatedly, pulling back when she’s just on the precipice of coming each time.
And yet, my little Flower doesn’t relent.
There’s definitely a submissive hiding somewhere inside her, but it’s not ready to come to the front just yet.
She still needs to be coerced with force or threats.
“I’m going to drive you up again,” I tell her.
“If you don’t ask me nicely to come, this scene will turn into a punishment.
” My tone is hard and impassive, conveying that I’m not fucking around.
“You know what my punishments look like. To be honest, Scarlett, nothing would satisfy me more than kicking back and watching you suffer—not with pain, as you should know, but with something far more potent.” I rub her swollen clit up and down with my thumb.
“You know how this goes. Submit, or suffer. The choice is yours.”
I return to enjoying her dripping pussy, which now quivers and pulses with her every breath. My little Flower is so desperate to come, mewls and noises akin to sobs escape her. Finally, she gives me what I’m after.
“I have to come.”
“That’s not a question, and I don’t take requests from you during playtime. Certainly not demands. If you want something, beg.”
A groan of frustration escapes her. “Fuck, please—”
“Please what? Please keep tormenting me… or please let me come?”
A sob escapes her lips. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut. “Please let me come.”
“Say it like you mean it, and you better look at me while you’re asking me for an orgasm.”
Her eyes open, and she stares at the ceiling for a few beats before turning her gaze to me. “Please, let me come.” Under her breath, I hear her whisper, fucker.
She’ll pay for that quip later. For now, I don’t waste any time.
I fix my lips over her clit, slam three fingers inside her, and suck on her little nub while massaging her walls.
She comes apart with a choked scream, shaking, shivering, her whole body convulsing.
She’s an absolute vision like this, crying and begging me for a reprieve while simultaneously telling me not to stop.
Scarlett is my desperate, needy, overstimulated mess—and I can’t get enough of her like this.
I know it’ll only last for a few moments, but right now, she’s mine in body—giving herself to me after a mere forty minutes of edging.
I keep going until she’s begging me to stop in earnest. Only then do I pull away, giving her a break.
“One day very soon, I’m going to strap you to this table and smear a stimulant over your pussy,” I whisper. “Then, I’ll leave you here until you’re sobbing for an orgasm. Once I think you’re thoroughly ready, I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
“I…I—”
“Not a question,” I inform her. “It’s a scene I’m very much looking forward to.
For now…” I start to undo her restraints, first her ankles and then her wrists.
I massage her a bit, help her come down from the high.
Once again, that slightly lost and confused look glimmers in her eyes.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her over to the bed, setting her down on the bedspread.
I very much want to climb in with her, hold her in my arms, but I’m afraid that’ll break through the daze of submission overcoming her right now.
For now, we’ve already made incredible progress.
Max was right when he said she has a submissive side—if only a small one, and one that needs to be coaxed out. I’m more than happy to do the work to get her there.
“Such a pretty girl,” I whisper, stroking her hair. “So beautifully submissive.”
She blinks drowsily, her eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not submissive.”
I smile. “Alright.” I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her chin. I hover my lips over hers, dreaming about the way she tastes, desperate to finally find out what it’s like to kiss her… but I made a promise to her that I’d let her keep that bare bit of agency, and I will. No matter how much I abhor it.
I know I’ve taken a lot from Scarlett. Her freedom, her prospects in the outside world—which were actually quite promising. What she doesn’t yet know is that I plan to give back what I’ve taken, and the sole fortune of our time apart is that I had plenty of time to prepare for her arrival.
I don’t know if it’s the best idea to take my Flower out of my apartment yet, but I don’t want her to wallow in the despair of all she’s lost too soon. I’d much prefer to see her interest in everything I’ll ensure she’ll gain.
“Get some rest,” I whisper, running my lips over the shell of her ear. “I’ll be back later, and then we’ll go on an adventure.”
Her features pinch with fear. “I can’t take anymore—please.”
“Not that kind of adventure,” I assure her. “You were asleep when I brought you in, so you haven’t been able to see the new compound—which we now refer to as the Fortress. I’d like to show you it.” I deepen my tone. “Don’t make me regret it, Scarlett. Don’t cause a stir while we’re out and about.”
“What would causing a stir actually change?” she asks quietly. “My sentence is clear. A short life as your captive.”
“No, precious Flower.” I flick one of the crystals dangling from her necklace. “A long life as my woman.”