“Keep them there. No squirming. No touching. You move without permission, and I’ll punish you.”
Her chest rose and fell with fast, shallow breaths. She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough.
“I need words, Mya.”
“I understand, Master,” she whispered quickly, her voice soft with obedience.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked, my lips brushing her ear.
“You.” She whispered again.
“And who takes care of you?”
“You do.”
“Damn right I do.” I smirked.
I stepped back and reached for the knife on the counter. It was dull, small, nothing dangerous on its own. But she knew what it meant. Her breath caught. I didn’t go for her first. I dragged the blade lightly across my own finger, splitting the skin just enough to bleed. Her eyes widened as the blood beaded up, and a little slid down my hand.
“It’s not about hurting for the sake of pain,” I murmured. “It’s about trust. About giving me your fear, your body, and knowing I’ll always make it feel good.”
I stepped closer and smeared my blood along her lips. It left a crimson trail down her chin and neck. Her tongue darted out, licking the blood without hesitation.
I froze. That? That did something to me. “You didn’t ask,” I said roughly. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“I wanted to taste you,” she said, voice trembling with need.
“Fuck, Sunshine…”
Her thighs pressed together, and I caught the motion.
“Didn’t I say not to move?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, going perfectly still.
I kissed her chin, then the corner of her mouth, tasting my own blood on her. “Do you trust me?”
“With everything.” She didn’t even hesitate.
I dragged the knife slowly across her thigh. Not deep, just enough to bring the blood to the surface. She gasped at the first sting, her body twitching, but she didn’t move fully. My lips hovered above the mark, and then I lowered myself, tongue flicking out, tasting her. I’d never done that before. Sure, I’d donethisbefore. But cutting was as far as it got. I never had the desire to actually taste it, but with Mya I did.
I groaned against her skin. “Mine,” I growled, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, hard enough to make her cry out. “Every fucking piece of you is mine.”
I grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the counter. Her legs were trembling, spread wide, wrists still locked behind her back like a gift.
“Stay,” I commanded and went lower, my mouth finding her clit, biting, and then soothing it with my tongue. Her whole body jerked, but she didn’t move.Good girl.She moaned, the kind of sound that made me want to take my time. I held her open with my hands and dragged my tongue through her again and again until she was trembling on the edge.
Then I stopped, causing her to whimper. I stood and stripped quickly, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance. Then thrust all the way in, hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs.
“You—” thrust. “Are—” thrust. “Mine.”Each word was punctuated by my hips slamming into her. “You bleed for me. You obey me. You fucking fall apart for me.”
Her voice was a wrecked cry. “I belong to you, Master.”
She shattered around me, squirting all over my fucking cock. That was new. And fuck, I wanted it again. I didn’t let up. She was sensitive, twitching, trying to squirm away, but I kept going, chasing everything she’d give me.
“You take me so well,” I breathed. “So fucking well. Sunshine, you were made for this.”
We’d stopped using condoms the week before, but I still wasn’t used to feeling her like this. I wasn’t used to feelingthisclose to her. It didn’t take me long to come, filling her instead of a condom. I stayed there, deep and still, caging her in my arms. When I finally pulled out, my come dripped from her. I couldn’t help myself; I scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back in.
