Before she could respond, I spun her around and guided her toward a nearby chaise lounge, a piece of furniture selected specifically for its versatility.
"Bend over," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for negotiation.
She hesitated only a moment before complying, placing her hands on the curved arm of the chaise, her back a perfect arch that pushed her ass toward me invitingly. I reached for the shopping bags we'd brought from our excursion, extracting the delicate pink scarf we'd purchased at the last boutique.
"Hands behind your back," I instructed.
Again, that brief hesitation, not refusal, just the natural pause of a woman accustomed to maintaining control considering surrender. Then she complied, bringing her wrists together at the small of her back. I bound them with the silk scarf, tying it firmly enough to restrain but not to harm. The collar from our previous encounter still rested on my desk where I'd left it. I retrieved it now, bringing it to her throat.
"Yes or no?" I asked simply.
"Yes," she whispered, no hesitation this time.
I buckled the leather around her neck, the sound of the clasp closing sending a visible shiver through her body. With her bound and collared, I lifted the hem of her dress, exposing the black lace underwear she wore underneath.
"You've been so good today," I told her, running one claw along the edge of the lace. "Learning to accept and receive." I leaned over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "But now you need to learn the pleasure of desperation."
I removed her underwear slowly, drawing out each moment until she stood bent over my chaise, wrists bound, dress hiked to her waist, completely exposed to my gaze. Already I could see the evidence of her arousal.
The first touch of my tongue against her pussy made her gasp, hips jerking involuntarily. I held her firmly in place, claws digging slightly into the soft flesh of her hips as I tasted her with slow strokes designed to build pleasure without providing release. When I felt her begin to tremble, approaching the edge, I pulled away completely.
"No," she protested, voice breaking with frustration.
"This is a punishment," I reminded her, trailing one claw up her inner thigh, close enough to her center to tease but not to satisfy. "For every time you pretended you weren't needy."
I entered her with two fingers, curling them to find the spot that made her cry out. Her inner walls clenched around me.Again, I worked her to the edge of pleasure before withdrawing completely, leaving her empty and aching.
"Please," she gasped, the first crack in her composure.
"Please what?" I countered, knowing exactly what she needed but requiring her to articulate it.
"Please don't stop again," she managed, trying to look back over her shoulder at me, frustration evident in her expression.
I turned her face forward again with gentle pressure at her nape. "Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you need."
The third time I brought her to the edge only to deny her release, something broke. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her voice cracked on a sob, and the words finally poured from her without filtration.
"Please, Krampus, I need to come. I need you inside me. I need—I need—" Her voice dissolved into a whimper as I aligned myself with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her without penetrating.
"Need what?" I prompted, holding myself perfectly still despite the almost painful urge to thrust forward.
"You," she finally admitted, the single word carrying more surrender than elaborate begging ever could. "Just you. Please."
The honesty deserved reward. I entered her in a single, powerful stroke that seated me fully inside her welcoming heat. Her cry echoed off the high ceiling, equal parts relief and renewed desire. I established a relentless rhythm, one hand reaching around to circle her clit while the other maintained its grip on her hip.
"Now you may come," I told her, feeling her inner walls already beginning to pulse around me.
She shattered completely, her orgasm tearing through her with an intensity that had her crying out my name. Her release triggered my own, and I spilled inside her with a growl, claiming her as thoroughly as possible.
As the aftershocks subsided, I untied her wrists and helped her stand upright, turning her to face me. Her eyes were dazed, pupils blown wide with satisfaction, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The collar remained around her throat, the leather stark against her skin.
Then her gaze dropped, noticing that despite my release, I remained hard. The benefits of supernatural stamina. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a gesture that sent fresh heat surging through me.
"Ask me for what you want," I commanded, curious what she would request now that her initial hunger had been sated.
She swallowed, the collar shifting slightly with the movement. "I want..." She paused, gathering courage. "I want to taste you."
The request pleased me deeply. I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, lifting her easily in my arms and carrying her toward my bedroom. The massive bed could have comfortably held three beings my size.
