Her eyes widen when my hand moves to the button on my jeans. “Tristan.”
I cock an eyebrow at her as I flick the button open. “Yes, Bonded?”
Sienna bites her lip as I draw the zipper down, slowly.
I’m not wearing any underwear.
My cock jumps when I pull it out, straining towards the omega tormenting me in the tub. “See this?” I give it a pump, the head already swollen. “This is all for you, Sienna.”
Her breathing speeds up as she watches me, her eyes focused on my hand moving up and down as her fingers keep moving.
“You’ll look so perfect, stuffed with my cock.” It’s a struggle to keep my voice even, my eyes fixed on her movements. “I can’t wait to see how you writhe on it, Bonded. How you look when I fill you up with my cum.”
Her toes curl, one hand moving to grip the side of the tub. “You’re not playing fair,” she groans.
“I told you, I’m playing to win. And I’ll know I’ve won when I have you pinned underneath me, begging to come, those pretty pink nipples standing up for my teeth to sink into.”
Her head bangs back against the edge, her hands moving faster. “More.”
“I want you to present for me,” I murmur. “Show me that perfect little cunt, empty and needy, holding yourself open. I’m going to sink my cock in, one inch at a time, until you’re impaled on me, Bonded. Until I’m so deep inside you that you can’t breathe for feeling me.”
Her cry is fireworks in my veins, the pressure building up as I jerk, my cock threatening to explode.
“Up,” I demand. “Lift yourself up, Bonded. I want to finish on you, so you can see exactly what your little show has done. Show me that pussy.”
Her eyes almost drugged with pleasure, she pushes down with her legs until her body rises out of the water, her pussy puffy and swollen from her efforts.
My cum erupts from me in hot, thick pulses that land on her as she screams her own release. I vowed not to touch, but I can’t fucking resist her, dropping to my knees and leaning in to rub myself into her skin, feeling her flutter under my fingers as she pants.
“Look what you do to me, Bonded.”
Taking some of my release, I push it up inside her with two fingers, and her back arches. “Tristan.”
It doesn’t mean anything. She can’t get pregnant unless she’s in heat. But fuck, something primal inside me fuckinglovesthe sight of my release pushing inside her, feeling her greedy pussy suck it from my fingers. I keep my fingers where they are, smoothing myself over her clit and into her skin until her hands reach for my wrist, weak and shaking. “No more,” she begs. “It’s too much.”
I don’t let her get out until I’ve cleaned her up, and then I lift her shaking body from the tub, drying her carefully with a towel and bundling her up in my robe. It swallows her, and I fold the sleeves up as she looks down, biting her lip.
I tug it free with my hand. “Don’t be shy, Bonded,” I whisper. “You were perfect.”
She’s perfect. So much so that the strength of feeling in my chest is almost a shock as I carry her into my room, lifting my covers and settling her into my bed.
She looks around. “What about—,”
“Stay here tonight. Please.” I need her here, with me. Need to see her in my robe, in my sheets. Tonight was a lot, and I’m not letting her sleep alone.
Fuck, I always knew I’d be a possessive bastard, but this?
I can’t let her go tonight, and I’m praying she doesn’t ask me.
I pull on a pair of sweatpants before I climb under the covers. Sienna stiffens when I wrap my arm around her and draw her in, tucking her almost beneath me.
I swallow. “If you need to go, tell me now.” I say quietly. “But I’d like to hold you tonight.”
She softens around me until we’re nestled together, my knee pushed between her legs and her head pillowed on my arm. “Just sleep?”
I push back some of the still-damp tendrils of hair from her forehead. “Just sleep. You still need to rest.”
I breathe her in, long after her breathing deepens, her eyes closing.
