“Oh fuck,” I moan, squirming for both mercy and a violent release. “Ro—Rowan. P-please.”
Then pleasure is ripped away from me when Rowan pulls the toy away.
“No,”I cry. “Rowan.”
“Remember when you thought you were in charge?”
I lick my lips and take in a deep breath, my eyes shut in a haze. I pull against the constraints around my wrists and buck my hips, just for his hand to press me down on my stomach.
“No, sweetheart,” he says. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
I whimper, whining and writhing. “Rowan.”
“Tell me you hate me, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Tell me how much you hate that I haven’t let you come yet. Tell me how much you hate that I’m not inside you right now.”
Another whimper gets trapped in my throat, the sound barely making its way out of me, but he’s right.
“Rowan,” I manage through heavy pants when his fingers graze over my pussy, dipping inside of me just enough to make me hate him even more for the merciless torture.
I manage to peel my eyelids open just in time to watch him take his two fingers and suck them into his mouth, moaning at my taste. “The most perfect fucking pussy.”
Rowan brings the silicone vibrator back to my clit, rubbing slowly with no vibrations until, finally, he presses the button and the lowest vibration is just enough to make me tremble, oxygen escaping me as the orgasm builds again.
“Please.”
“Shhh. Be a good girl, Natalia,” Rowan coos, throwing my words back at me. “Not all of your orgasms are for you,sweetheart,” he growls, pressing the button for a higher intensity, holding it against me harder.
“Oh…shit.”
“You’re going to keep coming,” he rasps, pressing the button thrice. “All night. Until you beg me to stop.”
I cry out his name so loud, almost embarrassingly so.
“Keep screaming my name, sweetheart,” he purrs, smirking. “It turns me on.”
Oh my god.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Rowan keeps pressing the button to the highest setting until I’ve stopped breathing. My vision is spotty and black, and my body is wound so tightly…
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Rowan husks, and I splinter into a thousand pieces.
CHAPTER 31
Rowan
Holy fuck.
Natalia’s body is coiled so tightly I think she might just break a few bones. Her face is red, the tendons in her neck stretched out, her stomach caved in, and her mouth frozen open as she takes every ounce of pleasure I give her.
“Fuck, Rowan!” Natalia cries. “Rowan, I can’t…Shit.”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I purr as her back bows and her leg trembles against my thigh. “You’re doing so well.”
Between her legs, I can see her pretty pussy pulse as she comes—as she gets wetter and wetter. I need to be inside her, all the time. I want to be utterly wrapped in her being, suffocated by her. I want her to swallow me whole and devour me, rip my heart to shreds if she has to just so I can be hers.
Natalia pants heavily as her body drops back onto the bed, unsteady and sporadic.
