Having her here is going to shift the narrative for both of us. I’ll never forgive myself for the ways I hurt her. Watching her flinch in my vicinity will always drive a knife into my very soul. But I’ll do whatever I can to fix this.
“Breathe with me,” I tell her, shifting my hand from her chin to her hair. I stroke it gently, lightly massaging her scalp. After a few minutes, her breathing begins to slow, but the terror doesn’t go away. Tears even spark in her eyes.
“Monster, please,” she begs. “Not here.”
“It has to be here,”I tell her calmly. “Next time I tell you to spread your legs, do so—or I’ll revert to using force. Do you understand?”
“Please.” The word is nearly a sob. “I can’t—not here.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “Not here.”
“Keep breathing, Scarlett,” I instruct her. It’s so strange seeing my little Flower unravel in front of me. She didn’t cry or scream at me too much the last time I had her.
Back then, I was a moody bastard with no concept of what I was doing or how I would make us work. Now, I have many plans and contingencies set in place, and Scarlett’s finding it difficult to navigate the new structure with me.
“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 itcertainlyisn’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 drippingout 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, andmine. 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’shere.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 funI’llhave 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.
