2. Dark Fantasy #3
Warrick's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in their depths.
He released her hair, but didn't step away.
She was close enough that she could lean forward and swallow his arousal again if she so desired.
He knew this game well, and she knew that he was fully aware that she was baiting him.
Their chemistry had always been explosive, and she wanted nothing more than to see him succumb to the passion they shared. To lose his control, for once.
With lightening fast movements, his hands shot out to grab her hair once more.
He pulled her forward roughly, forcing her mouth onto his throbbing cock again.
His movements were firm and unyielding, his dominance undeniable.
He didn't stop until her lips were once again wrapped around his shaft.
He began thrusting, going slowly, but relentlessly.
Not stopping until she was swallowing him whole.
Her eyes met his, the look of defiance and challenge ever present.
Burning like hot coals into his own. But as his thrusts began to lose his easy, controlled rhythm, she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
With a soft release of air around his shaft, she released the tension in her muscles, letting it seep out of her.
The fire in her eyes flickered, and she surrendered herself to the pleasure of his control.
So lost in the ecstasy, Iris couldn't seem to help herself. Her hand slid down her body and slipped into the slit in her skirt. Desperate for some kind of friction to take her over the edge. Seeing that was apparently the final straw for the all mighty Warrick Nash.
With jerky, harsh movements, he found his release, letting out low guttural groans resonating up from the very depths of his chest. Seeing that, knowing that she was the cause of his surrender, was too much.
Iris couldn't help herself, she followed right behind him.
Chasing him over the edge mere moments after him, coming around her own fingers.
There was some spark that ignited after this.
She couldn't name it, but something intangible had just occurred.
A connection of sorts she'd spent the last three years trying to convince herself was never there.
But it was pointless, she couldn't deny it any longer.
Realizing this unlocks something within her.
They always had great sex. There was no denying that.
He was her first and only, and it had always been good.
But this? This was on another level. It felt raw...
and truthful. Honest in a way it had never been before.
As if they both finally let their true selves shine through.
The look that Nash leveled on her was like a curtain sliding open.
Revealing the tumultuous emotions he normally kept so well hidden.
Possessive fire veritably explodes out of him. He looked like a man possessed.
Gradually, she watched him gain control over himself once more.
The curtain closing, roping off the passion, and leaving the cold mask firmly in its place.
Once he began to soften, he pulled his hips back with sharp, harsh movements, leaving her gasping for air.
Her eyes were wide with surprise, but her body was still humming with a pleasant mix of desire and satisfaction.
Warrick's hands reached out and grabbed her wrists, using them as leverage to pull her up to face him.
His hands slid to her face, smoothing her hair back from her face.
He looked down at her, his eyes burning with hunger.
But in his eyes, something softer lurked.
But no matter how hard Iris tried, she couldn't identify it.
"You think you can control me?" he growled, his breath hot against her face. "You think you can just take and take, and I won't fight back?" His orgasm seemed to have done nothing but energize him. She may have just released a beast. The question now was if she could handle him.
Iris's heart raced as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with equal parts fear and excitement.
She knew that he could be dangerous, that he was capable of hurting her.
More than that, he could destroy her. But she also knew that he could give her things that no one else could.
What she had long suspected she wanted. But was that worth the price he would demand?
Late night searches on the internet had given her ideas.
About what she wanted, but before, she would never admit it.
Could never dream of it as the youngest daughter of the Blackworths.
Such behaviors, such desires, were beneath them.
But now, after this taste, she wondered if she could ever hide from it again.
He awakened something within her, and she liked it.
"I don't want to control you," she whispered, her voice shaky, but she knew she had to take this chance.
Her lust was in control now, not her rational self, who would no doubt regret this in the morning.
"I want you to control me. I want you to show me just how far I can go, just how much I can take before I break.
I want you to show me your darkest desires, and I want to fulfill them. "
Warrick's eyes narrowed, the hunger and desire in his gaze turning to something more complex. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice still low and dangerous. "What if what you see isn't something you can handle?"
Iris nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "I won't know until I try," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "But, I'm willing to risk it if you are."
Slowly, Warrick's hand released her, and he stepped back, giving her a long, slow look. Iris watched him, her heart beating wildly in her chest, as he gathered himself.
"You are willing to risk it, hmm?" He asked quietly while studying her.
She nodded her head slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time.