Chapter 10 #2
I slip one finger inside her, then another, feeling her walls clench around me. She's so responsive, her hips rising to meet each thrust of my hand. I curl my fingers, searching for that spot inside that will drive her wild.
When I find it, her whole body jerks, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"There it is," I murmur, maintaining the pressure as I move my mouth to her other breast. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
I work her with my fingers, my thumb still circling her clit, until she's writhing beneath me, pulling against the restraints, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold back her orgasm.
"Please," she begs. "Please, Sir, I need to come."
I lift my head from her breast, watching her face as I increase the pressure on her clit. "Not yet," I tell her. "Not until I say."
She whimpers, her body tense as a bowstring. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers.
"Be a good girl and wait," I command, my voice gentle but firm. "Show me you can follow instructions."
"I'm trying," she gasps. "It's so hard..."
"I know, baby. But you can do it. For me."
I continue the relentless stimulation, bringing her right to the edge and keeping her there. Her skin is flushed, a sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light of my bedroom. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire fucking life.
When I feel her control slipping, I withdraw my fingers completely. She cries out at the loss, her hips chasing my hand.
"Please, please, please," she chants, desperate now.
"Since you asked so nicely..." I reach for the vibrator, turning it on to its lowest setting. "Let's see how you handle this."
I press the vibrator against her clit, and her reaction is immediate and intense. Her back arches off the bed, a long, low moan tearing from her throat. I move the toy in small circles, watching her face contort with pleasure.
"Color?" I check.
"Green," she gasps. "So green."
I increase the setting, watching her climb higher. She's magnificent like this, uninhibited, completely at my mercy. When I sense she's close again, I remove the toy, earning another frustrated cry.
"Sir, please," she begs. "I need to come. Please let me come."
"Soon," I promise. "But first, I need to be inside you."
I retrieve a condom from the nightstand drawer, rolling it on quickly. Then I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.
"Tell me you want this," I demand, needing to hear the words.
"I want this," she says immediately. "I want you inside me, Sir. Please."
I push forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's tight, incredibly tight, and the sensation nearly makes me lose control right then. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust all the way in.
"Fuck," I groan as I bottom out. "You feel amazing."
"So do you," she whispers. "So full..."
I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that has her moaning with each thrust. With one hand, I untie the quick-release knot, freeing her hands from the headboard but leaving her wrists bound together.
"Put your arms around my neck," I instruct.
She does as she's told, the position bringing her upper body closer to mine. I slip one arm beneath her, angling her hips to deepen my thrusts. The change in position has me hitting that spot inside her again, and she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Yes, right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."
I increase the pace, driving into her harder now. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—her moans, my grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin. I can feel her getting close again, can feel her beginning to pulse around me.
"Sir," she pants. "I'm going to—"
"Not yet," I growl, though I'm close myself. "Look at me first."
I pull the blindfold off, wanting to see her eyes when she comes. It takes her a moment to adjust to the sudden light, but then her gaze locks with mine, dark and desperate.
"Now," I command. "Come for me now, Violet."
Her release hits her like a tidal wave. Her back arches, her eyes roll back, and she screams my name—my real name—as her body convulses around me. The sight and feel of her coming undone is too much, and I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I empty into the condom with a groan.
For a long moment, we stay like that, panting, trembling, still joined. Then I carefully withdraw, disposing of the condom before returning to massage her wrists gently, checking for any marks or signs of discomfort.
"Are you okay?" I ask, searching her face.
She gives me a lazy, satisfied smile. "Better than okay. That was... wow."
Relief and pride surge through me. I gather her into my arms, pulling the covers over us both. She nestles against my chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Was it what you expected?" I ask, stroking her hair.
"It was better," she admits. "I didn't know it could be like that."
"Like what?"
She looks up at me, eyes soft but serious. "Like I could surrender control but still feel... powerful. Like giving up choice could be a choice itself."
I press a kiss to her forehead, understanding exactly what she means. "That's what a good D/s relationship is all about," I tell her. "Trust. Communication. Mutual pleasure."
"Is that what we have?" she asks quietly. "A relationship?"
The question drifts between us for a few moments. I think about all the ways this could be complicated—her being Ashley's best friend, her ex potentially still a threat, the club business that could put her in danger.
But, none of it matters when I look at her.
"Yes," I say firmly. "If that's what you want."
"It is," she whispers. "I want you, Santiago. All of you—the lawyer, the biker, the dom. Everything."
I never thought I'd be so happy to hear her words. I pull her closer, dropping another kiss on the top of her head.
"Then I'm yours," I promise. "And you're mine."
The room falls quiet as her body is plastered against mine, soft and warm. Just as I think she might be drifting off to sleep, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it, checking the screen.
It's a text from Cruel:
Got a lock on Derek's location. Meeting tomorrow at the clubhouse. 10AM.
I set the phone down, careful not to disturb Violet. Tomorrow I'll deal with her ex, and by the time I'm done, he'll never dare to come near her again. But tonight—tonight is just about us.
I listen to her breathing slow and deep as she falls asleep in my arms, and I make a silent vow.
Whatever comes next, I'll protect her no matter the costs. Whatever it takes.