I should take off my clothes. I may hate myself for it, but Iamcurious to see where this goes. I have no doubt that he will tie me down if I don’t give him what he wants, and if I let him do that, I’ll have absolutely no control. I don’t think I’ll have much control tonight, regardless of what I do, but I could have at leastsomeif I decide to give in. Then again… I don’t want culpability. I don’t want the guilt that accompanies giving into him.
“Fuck you, Dorian. You can’t always get what you want as soon as you want it.”
Dorian chuckles. “You’re very right there, Mira. But tonight, I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve, which isexactlywhat I want. I want to watch you fall apart, watch your eyes glaze over with pleasure, watch you turn incoherent with it.” He grabs the pillow from my hands and tosses it away, swiftly straddling me and cuffing my wrists in his hands, pinning my arms above my head. “I want to hear you beg,pleadthat you’ve had enough, only for me to continue on.”
“Dorian—”
“I want to taste you everywhere there is to taste you. I’mgoingto taste you everywhere there is to taste you. I’m going to play with you until I’ve extracted as many orgasms as I can from you with just my touch. Andthen…” he cuts off with a chuckle. “Then I might use toys to finish off the punishment.”
Toys?
“First, though, I’m going to start out with thesegorgeousfucking breasts,” he says. He pauses for a long moment, gazing at me, then gives his head a shake. “I changed my mind. I’m not going to tie you down. I want to feel you struggle against me. I want to feel you turn limp from coming.”
My thighs clench, and a pulse in my core robs me of the ability to speak.
He grips the collar of my shirt in his hands. The sound of material ripping echoes through the air as he splits my shirt clean down the center and pushes the scraps away, leaving them to hang around my shoulders. He rids me of the tatters with a few sharp tugs. His eyes fall to my bra and flare with hunger as he tracks the rapid rise and fall of my chest. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small, folded knife. I shrink back, terrified, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’tcare. With a flick, he opens the knife, making me wince. He examines the blade for several moments, appearing thoughtful.
“I almost stabbed that fuck who had the gall to touch you tonight,” he says conversationally. “I almost did something as dumb as incite violence in a room chock-full of people because of you. That would’ve been quite the mess to clean up, and it would’ve been entirely your fault.”
I want to scream that him deciding to stab someone could never be my fault, but fear keeps my lips frozen. Dorian must have some mind-reading ability, though, because he looks at me with a small smile. “Yes, Mira,yourfault. I’m calculated and meticulous; I don’t fuck up. You, however, havealreadydriven me to the brink of madness. I think it’s only fair I return the favor.”
I’m frozen with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation as he stares down at me like the predator who’s just trapped his prey. He runs his fingers under the wired lining of my bra, lifting it from my skin, then cuts it with a single, precise flick of his blade. A long breath shudders out of him as he gazes down at my breasts, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hands settle on my waist, giving it a squeeze, before running up and cupping my breasts. He molds the globes in his palms, not seeming put off by the fact that they’re on the smaller side, barely enough to fill his palms.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Better than I imagined.” He runs his thumbs over my nipples, back and forward, watching as they bead under his touch. A faint smile touches his lips as pinpricks of pleasure run through my breasts, and my back inadvertently arches to push them into his palms.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Offering yourself up to me like a sacrifice. I think you and I are going to get along splendidly, Mira.”He leans down, tongue laving along my nipple, and sparks of pleasure travel straight from his tongue to my core.
Panic suffuses me, but not because I’m afraidofDorian; it’s because I’ve never felt this way during foreplay. My heart hammers away in my chest as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, making a low, rumbly groan of pleasure.Helikes doing this; I can feel it, and what shocks me is that his pleasure isn’t selfish. There’s a synergy between us that I’ve never experienced before, and itterrifiesme.
“Wait!” I cry out, finding enough mobility to push his head away. “Wait—” Dorian pulls back, studying my expression, brows drawn. I’m panting, flushed, and trying to unfuck my thoughts and ground myself in reality, because a simple touch from him is enough to scramble my mind.
“Shh,” Dorian soothes. “Mira, we’ve barely gotten started.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Wait,” I repeat, blinking repeatedly. “I’m… I’m afraid.”
My words appear to interest Dorian. Something about my honesty or vulnerability calls to him. He settles himself over me, palms braced on either side of my shoulder, and stares down at me with raised eyebrows. I dig my fingernails into his muscular arms, trying to hold him at bay.
“Why?” he questions. “What’s making you afraid?”
“You,” I whisper.
His brows furrow. “I’m not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite.”
“I know,” I say. “That’s what scares me. This isn’t… normal. You’re not supposed to be focused on me, you’re supposed to be focused on yourself and your own pleasure. But you’re not. You want me forme,not for yourself.”
“Very true,” Dorian agrees. “You’re not used to that, are you?” He strokes his thumb over my cheek.
I shake my head. “No. I don’t do well with new experiences. If you wanted tohurtme for what you perceive to be defiance or whatever-the-fuck, that would be one thing. That makes sense to me. This?” I shake my head. “Not at all. I don’t like it.”
Dorian tilts his head to the side as he regards me. “Would youpreferit if I hurt you? Gave you a spanking instead of what I intend to do?”
“It’d make more sense. I’m used to pain.”
Dorian blinks slowly, releasing a puff of laughter and shaking his head. “Jesus, Mira. Are you reallythatinexperienced with pleasure?”
Yup. “No. I can get myself off just fine.”
