His eyes darkened as he watched the spittle land on her tongue.
“Swallow it, Angel.”
Her eyes widened, and for a second, he thought she might fight him.But then she swallowed—obedient, so fucking perfectly that the sight of her throat working around his spit sent a jolt of satisfaction straight to his cock.
“Good girl.”
Releasing her jaw, he reached down, shoving four fingers back inside her cunt.She gasped, her hips bucking, but he didn’t let up.He squeezed, reveling as she pulsed around him while struggling against the invasion.
“You feel that?”His growl turned rough.“That’s mine.Every inch of you.Every hole.Every breath.”
Her lips parted as a whine escaped, and defiance flashed in her eyes.His blood burned at the battle waging inside her.His demonstration of dominance was calculated, each action was designed to stamp his authority, to brand her as his property.But with every defiant response from her, he felt his carefully constructed walls crumbling.
His grip tightened as he leaned in.“For as long as you’re useful to me, no other man’s fingers, tongue, spit, or cum touches what’s mine.You don’t taste them.You don’t feel them.You don’t even fucking dream of them.”
Her back arched as he twisted his fingers inside her.
“This cunt?”He squeezed again, harder.“Mine.”His thumb pressed against her clit, just enough to make her gasp.“This mouth?”He gripped her jaw again, forcing her to meet his eyes.“Mine.”His lips brushed her ear as he continued in a dark, possessive promise.
“And this pretty little throat?”His fingers flexed around her neck, just enough to make her pulse jump beneath his palm.“Mine to fill.Mine to choke.Mine to ruin.”
She blinked, and he knew...she was drowning in him.Fucking hell, and he was losing himself in her.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice sounding rough with an annotation dangerously close to desperation.
Her breath hitched.“Yours.I’m yours.”The words were a whisper, a plea, and the confession he sought.
It was enough...for now.
“Good.Don’t forget that, sub.”
“Why don’t you show me just how branded I am, Master R.Here and now, for all to see.”
Her challenge hit him like a physical blow.His body responded instantly to her words.The memory of her hot little cunt around his length was still fresh in his mind.His eyes narrowed at the challenge, his cock straining against his zipper as primal possession warred with his need to maintain control.
“Because all everyone will see is me servicing a cunt that has been heated by another Dom.I have standards, Angel.Just like you, I refuse to be a stand-in.But you’re right.Branding you should be more...visual.”
The words hung in the air like a promise—or was it a threat?Then he moved.
No preamble.No hesitation.Just raw, unfiltered dominance, that didn’t ask for permission because it already owned her.
His zipper rasped down, the sound obscene in the quiet room.His thick cock sprang free, already weeping at the tip.The sight of her—bound, spread, helpless—sent a jolt of pure, animalistic hunger through him.Her thighs trembled, her pussy was swollen and glistening, begging for his touch.But this wasn’t about her pleasure.Not yet...not this time.
This was about ownership.
He fisted himself, and with slow, deliberate strokes, he spiked his lust watching her breath hitch.Her eyes locked onto his hand, her lips parting in silent, desperate want.The way she watched him—as though she’d die if he stopped—caused his blood to roar.He could feel the heat of her gaze like a brand on his skin as her need fueled his.
“Fuck,” he growled as the first hot jet erupted before he could stop it.He aimed with precision, marking her like a territory to be conquered.The first splash hit her pussy, searing into her spread open folds, claiming her core.
“Ohh,” she gasped as the heat of him branded her skin when the next spurt painted her breasts, streaking across her nipples.Then he moved, circling the bench like a predator, savoring the way her body tensed and the way her breath hitched as she anticipated his next move.
The last burst was the most savage...and the most enjoyable.
He gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and filled her with thick, salty ropes coating her tongue and dripping down her chin.She sputtered, her eyes watering, but he didn’t let go.His fingers dug into her skin as he growled in a guttural voice, “You better not spit that out, sub.You never waste the offering I give you.Swallow.”
Her throat worked.She obeyed.But her eyes—Fuck.It wasn’t submission or defiance.It was hunger, raw, uninhibited hunger.
He felt devoured by it as his skin felt too tight, and his cock too hard all over again.He wanted more.
