I withdraw my fingers, grip her hips, drag her until her bare pussy slams against me, just beneath my cock. I unbuckle my belt.
Her smirk drops, eyes widening.
I quirk a brow as I unbutton my pants next. “You’re not behaving,” I say dismissively.
When I pull out my hard cock, her jaw goes slack.
She has no idea what she’s unleashed in me, what her refusal has done. No idea how desperate I am for her submission, for her.
I give myself a slow, hard tug, and her gaze darkens. I collar her throat with my free hand, feel her pulse racing, but when I start to push her down, so her back will be flat on the surface, she surges forwards.
“No,” she rasps, hands flying to mine around her throat. “No, we can’t—you can’t—”
“You say no to me one more time, and I will fuck you.” I try to keep my voice level, stern.
It’s a lie. If she did say no again, I’d stop. I’d never take her like that, and I’d never risk us bonding when she wasn’t ready.
So I quickly add, “Unless it’s astop.”
The fire in her gaze returns instantly. She realises, remembers, that this is part of the game, how she can always say stop. How she can trust me.
Her body melts beneath my grip and this time, I ease her down until she’s flat upon the marble, my chest against hers. The underside of my cock nuzzled between us, pressed against her hot centre.
“But you are going to come on my cock,” I murmur low in her ear, she shudders. “And if you had behaved, I would have let you touch me.”
She gasps, and I have to pull back to see that expression. The soft confusion of her brow, the clear frustration in her gaze.
“I have more control than the others,” I murmur. “You could have touched me as much as you liked.”
The second she tries to lift her arms, as though to test that theory, my coils of silver darkness wrap around her wrists. Binding them together, holding them above her head flat against the marble.
I run my lips along her throat, rumbling out, “But you saidno.”
She whimpers at the loss, at what she could have had. I smile against her skin, then—so fucking slowly—I grind myself against her.
“O-oh fuuuck,” she stutters out, and I’m right there with her. Barely managing to hold back words as my breaths stutter.
I stop. I have to. After one fucking thrust. I’m not even inside her.
She bucks her hips, impatient, and I bite my tongue. Try to find some restraint. She does it again, and I nip her throat, a silent warning that makes her freeze.
Thank fuck.
I take a deep, shuddering breath. “You’re going to stay nice and still for me now,” I rasp out. There’s no way to hide it. “You’re going to come, all over my cock, and you’re going to tell me exactly what I want to hear.”
I graze her jaw with my teeth, slowly sliding back, taking the head of my swollen cock and pressing it against her entrance.
“Or I willfuckyou, andbondyou, and I won’t stop.” I hover over her, resting my palm beside her head so that this time, I can watch.
I slide myself against her, feeling her hot, wet warmth all over the underside of my cock. I groan, hanging my head.
Fuck me. What have I done?
This was meant to be a punishment for her but now… I’m tormenting myself. But I have to keep going. I need her to give in. To see how good it felt to submit. To trust me.
“Say it,” I grind out, not bothering to hide how untethered I am as I slide myself up and down. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes. Thank fuck. Then, softer, almost yielding—“My lord.”
