Fates, I loved this fucking bond. It was exactly what I needed to feel for my insecurity to be soothed and the perfect built-in way to ensure she was always comfortable.
Gripping the front of her hoodie, I yanked her down, demanding in a tone that I knew would get her toeventuallysubmit to me, “Get on your fucking knees.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I could feel the wheels turning in her head, deciding how much she wanted to fight me today. Lust slammed through our bond at my demand, and the scent of her arousal was heady, even with her leggings covering her from me.
I knew if I tore them off her and slipped my finger between her folds that I’d find her soaked for me.
I jumped at the opportunity in her hesitation, using more strength to force her to her knees. I bent and grabbed her chin, loving her obstinate gaze as she pursed her lips. It only spurred me on. “Be a good girl and suck my cock like you mean it and maybe I’ll let you cum quickly enough to return to your other mates before they notice.”
We both knew they would notice her disappearance quickly, but I knew I could extend this as long as I wanted because she wouldn’t walk away on her own accord now that she was so worked up. My girl was in desperate need of release, and I was more than happy to use her frenzied arousal as leverage. After all, I never promised to play fair.
She tried to rip her chin from my grip, but I didn’t allow her any escape, changing my grip to encompass her jaw.
“If you open your mouth to sass me,” I warned, barely controlling the urge to flip her over, rip her leggings down her legs, and slide into her in one fell swoop, “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, Princess.”
The build-up was half the fun, but man, it was so fucking hard to hold myself back when I knew the euphoria that awaited me when her pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock.
She stared back at me as she taunted me.What if I sass you without opening my mouth, Sir?
A deep chuckle filled my chest as I shook my head at her workaround.
Then you’re still not being my good girl, and you deserve a punishment, Princess.
Her eyes widened before I used my grip on her jaw to force her mouth open, sliding my cock all the way to the back of her throat in one go as I tilted her head back, offering me the perfect angle.
She gagged, and the tears that sprang into her eyes made me groan. Her hands flew to rest on my thighs as she relaxed her throat, taking me deeper as her tongue caressed the bottom of my cock.
I kept myself buried in her throat, pulling out just enough to rock back and forth. I enjoyed the way her thighs shifted together, trying to try and find enough friction for her clit.
Deciding that she deserved a reward for taking me in so well, I let go of her jaw and pinched her nose.
Relief flowed through our bond, and I smirked as I pulled out completely and commanded, “Take a deep breath through your mouth, Princess.”
Without hesitation, she did as I said. When I saw her chest stop rising, signaling her lungs were completely full, I praised, “Good girl. I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”
That was the only warning she got before I was back down her throat and bucking my hips in and out at a brutal pace. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and I gathered her hair with my free hand, holding it back and using it as leverage to control her head.
“Fuck,” I hissed out between clenched teeth, “tell me who you belong to right now, Princess.”
You, Sir.
Good girl.
I felt a sense of bliss from her as I pushed down her throat one final time before pulling out and letting go of her nose. If I kept that pace up, I was going to come in her sinful mouth.
She sagged as she took deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were wide; the pupils completely dilated. Whether it was from pleasure, pain, or both, I wasn’t sure.
I pulled her to her feet, deftly stripping her clothes from her as she caught her breath.
“Into the shower,” I directed, swatting her ass lightly. “It’s time for your reward.”
As she walked toward the gigantic, glass-encased shower, she tossed over her shoulder, “We have to be quick, Linc. I mean it.”
She didn’t mean it, but I would let her cling to the idea that she was attempting to get back to them quickly.
Warmth caressed my skin as I stepped into the shower behind her, pulling the door closed. This shower definitely wasn’t built with the intention of just one person using it. I smirked at the sight of the huge marble bench that ran the length of the far wall—it could easily accommodate three large men side by side.
So many possibilities.
