Chapter 30 Ezekial #2
She wets her lips, eyes darting from my face to where I’m desperate to touch. I’ve never felt such desperation. If she stops me now, how will I survive?
She stays quiet, lowering her gaze to stare as my hand moves closer. When I’m inches away, hovering over her underwear… she squirms, trying to move away from me.
“No,” I murmur, and she stills. “I know you can be good for me. So stay still, and show me. Show me how good you can be.”
Black swarms her burning gaze as she soaks in the words. The praise. She likes the praise. Fuck me.
Her gaze is zeroed in on my hand, but she doesn’t move again. “That’s it, nice and still,” I breathe, and when my thumb is just about to touch that damp bit of fabric, she whimpers.
What a sound.
My other fingers flex around her tense thigh muscle, but my thumb doesn’t move. Another plea falls from her lips.
“Shhh, you’ve been so good,” I murmur, letting my fingers brush the inside of her thigh. “Stayed so still, so fucking good for me.”
Her eyes snap to mine, mouth parted with soft little pants. Oh, she definitely doesn’t want me to stop.
I never look away as I finally brush my thumb over her, and she whines.
“That’s it, atta girl,” I praise in a deadly rasp. “You’re soaked. So wet.”
I keep brushing soft, little touches over her until the fabric’s so wet I can feel everything beneath.
“Were you thinking about me or my brother when you made this pretty mess?”
She gasps at my question and my fingers hook under the fabric, gradually pulling it to the side, revealing her to me inch-by-glorious-inch.
I’m teasing myself just as much as her.
And when she’s fully bare, a gruff, deep sound escapes me. She’s so swollen, and glistening. Desperate for me to touch.
I trail the back of my fingers up and along her soaking slit, peering up to catch her whimpers caused by my featherlight touch. My jaw tightens at the soft sounds, at the feel of her wet pussy, but I want an answer.
My thumb moves slowly, adding a gentle pressure over her clit, circling in a tedious motion until she lets out a soft curse, then I pause.
“Answer me,” I repeat, then continue. Gentle, teasing touches that make her release delicious sounds.
But she doesn’t answer.
I make my touch barely there, skimming her swollen clit with the edge of my thumb, just so.
She glares up at me, furious, fire sparking in her eyes. Fuck, that just makes me even harder.
“I asked a question.” I slide one finger inside her, and her jaw goes slack.
She wasn’t expecting the sudden invasion, and with our eyes locked, I add another. Her mouth drops wider, and I drag my thumb back over her clit, adding more pressure, up and down, until her legs tremble.
“Answer.”
“Please,” she begs, begs me.
Fucking hell. Then, with those eyes still defiantly burning, she thrusts herself towards me, onto my fingers.
Holy fuuuck.
I watch, transfixed by the sight of her fucking herself with my hand. Taking from me. Using me.
But she’s not in control. Not now. Not tonight.
“I can keep you like this.” To make my point clear, I slide in a third finger. “For hours.” I pump them in and out so gradually, barely increasing the speed. “I won’t let you come.” My thumb brushes her clit in a teasing skim, then pulls away. “Answer me.”
When she moves her hips again, trying to chase my touch, make me go deeper, I grip her waist with my free hand, and hold her down.
“Stay.” I grunt, a low command, and she shivers.
My tone should evoke fear, scare her into submission, but not with Jasmine. It only makes her wetter, makes her inner walls grasp around my fingers in a tight pulse that has me groaning.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Both,” she abruptly moans.
I still, fingers inside, thumb against her clit.
She answered.
I lean closer, lowering my lips to her ear. “Was that so hard, hmm?” I murmur, nipping her lobe. “You can have us both, but tonight.” I push my fingers deeper, and her whine is musical. “You’re mine.”
“Fuck,” slips from her lips, a breathy, desperate curse.
“Say it,” I command, circling her throbbing clit as the room darkens and she tightens around my fingers. “Say it, and I might let you come.”
Any second now, she’ll say it and I’ll—
“No.”
No?
Did she just say no?
I stop.
With my fingers still deep inside her, I stare down at this vixen. She peers up at me from beneath thick, dark lashes, her soft expression playing at innocence, but the small smirk on her lips says otherwise.
What a brat.
I withdraw my fingers, grip her hips, drag her until her bare pussy slams against me, just beneath my cock. I unbuckle my belt.
Her smirk drops, eyes widening.
I quirk a brow as I unbutton my pants next. “You’re not behaving,” I say dismissively.
When I pull out my hard cock, her jaw goes slack.
She has no idea what she’s unleashed in me, what her refusal has done. No idea how desperate I am for her submission, for her.
I give myself a slow, hard tug, and her gaze darkens. I collar her throat with my free hand, feel her pulse racing, but when I start to push her down, so her back will be flat on the surface, she surges forwards.
“No,” she rasps, hands flying to mine around her throat. “No, we can’t—you can’t—”
“You say no to me one more time, and I will fuck you.” I try to keep my voice level, stern.
It’s a lie. If she did say no again, I’d stop. I’d never take her like that, and I’d never risk us bonding when she wasn’t ready.
So I quickly add, “Unless it’s a stop.”
The fire in her gaze returns instantly. She realises, remembers, that this is part of the game, how she can always say stop. How she can trust me.
Her body melts beneath my grip and this time, I ease her down until she’s flat upon the marble, my chest against hers. The underside of my cock nuzzled between us, pressed against her hot centre.
“But you are going to come on my cock,” I murmur low in her ear, she shudders. “And if you had behaved, I would have let you touch me.”
She gasps, and I have to pull back to see that expression. The soft confusion of her brow, the clear frustration in her gaze.
“I have more control than the others,” I murmur. “You could have touched me as much as you liked.”
The second she tries to lift her arms, as though to test that theory, my coils of silver darkness wrap around her wrists. Binding them together, holding them above her head flat against the marble.
I run my lips along her throat, rumbling out, “But you said no.”
She whimpers at the loss, at what she could have had. I smile against her skin, then—so fucking slowly—I grind myself against her.
“O-oh fuuuck,” she stutters out, and I’m right there with her. Barely managing to hold back words as my breaths stutter.
I stop. I have to. After one fucking thrust. I’m not even inside her.
She bucks her hips, impatient, and I bite my tongue. Try to find some restraint. She does it again, and I nip her throat, a silent warning that makes her freeze.
Thank fuck.
I take a deep, shuddering breath. “You’re going to stay nice and still for me now,” I rasp out. There’s no way to hide it. “You’re going to come, all over my cock, and you’re going to tell me exactly what I want to hear.”
I graze her jaw with my teeth, slowly sliding back, taking the head of my swollen cock and pressing it against her entrance.
“Or I will fuck you, and bond you, and I won’t stop.” I hover over her, resting my palm beside her head so that this time, I can watch.
I slide myself against her, feeling her hot, wet warmth all over the underside of my cock. I groan, hanging my head.
Fuck me. What have I done?
This was meant to be a punishment for her but now… I’m tormenting myself. But I have to keep going. I need her to give in. To see how good it felt to submit. To trust me.
“Say it,” I grind out, not bothering to hide how untethered I am as I slide myself up and down. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes. Thank fuck. Then, softer, almost yielding—“My lord.”
And that does it.
I slip my hand behind her head, grip her hair, and haul her up to me. Chest to chest, nose to nose, holding her still against me just to remember this moment.
Then I lunge. Kissing her consumes what little control I had left. It drags me under, and Jasmine doesn’t hold back. She devours my mouth like she’s the one in control.
I should pull back. Teach her restraint. Let her teeter on the edge a little longer, but I can’t.
I’m too far gone. I need this. I need her.
I grip her hips with both hands, tilt up her pelvis and use the motion to rock her against me. Grinding her into me, pushing her hot pussy up and down, dragging it over my cock. Over and over until we were both gasping against each other’s mouths, stealing our breaths.
Her body twitches, she’s murmuring soft, broken sounds that I feel against my lips, in my mind, and then everything tightens.
She cries out, a light explodes, and when she comes, gasping, whining, moaning against my mouth, I’m there with her.
My release seems to last forever, and her body trembles beneath my hold as we ride through it together. I gradually slow my movements, prolonging her orgasm as well as mine.
Until eventually, her forehead falls to my shoulder. “What…” she tries, but can’t catch her breath. Soft tremors skittering through her body.
I run my fingers up her spine, into her hair, and gently tilt her head back to face me.
“Go on,” I murmur.
Her cheeks are beautifully flush, a thin sheen of sweat along her hairline, her pupils still so blown they almost consume the fiery red.
She takes a few more panted breaths. “What was that?” Another breath. “You were… the way you…”
Dread fills me. “Was I…” My grip on her hair loosens. “Was that… too much?”
Fuck. Shit.
Had I read this wrong? Did I push her too far?—
She laughs, well, tries to laugh, but she still can’t catch her breath. “No, that was…” She wets her lips, glancing away.