I lean over her, capture her chin, and turn her to face me. “If you need me to stop, you will tell me, understood?”
“I-I will.”
“Good girl.”
Then I’m behind her, the belt in my hand. The first crack is loud in the quiet room.
Her moan is visceral pleasure and agony. A pink stripe blooms and slick splatters over the bed beneath her.
Goddamn. I’m gone.
Esme
I welcome the first stroke of the belt; it’s a form of cathartic release. His low growl in response to my cry is one of deep satisfaction. I can only imagine what I look like, dripping with need.
The rest of the universe doesn’t matter. There is only me and him. How could I even doubt for a second that this wasn’t right because he’s not an alpha?
“More,” I beg, and he gives me more. The burn against my flesh makes me tremble and quake. It makes me wet. My pussy feels swollen, like every bite of the lash wakes me up to him and his brand of domination.
This is what I’ve always craved. Someone I can give myself to completely, someone I can trust.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. The thread connecting us thrums happily, even as my body arches and cries tear from my lips. I’m so close to climaxing. I can feel it building. Not a hope I can stop myself. It’s just rising and rising.
The belt clatters against the floor. A sob of denial tears from my lips.
“Hush.” He’s touching me, his fingers, against my ass, whisper soft against the burning flesh, making me twitch and groan.
“I need to come. I need to come!”
“Not yet.” His tone is implacable. It brokers no dissent. “Not until I say.”
He leans back, and it’s all I can do to remain still when all I want is to rub against him.
I hear a click and then cool liquid trickles between the cheeks of my ass. Then his fingers are there, sliding through the slickness and pushing straight into my pussy, stretching me.
“Oh god!”
I’m so close to climaxing and all he’s done is push his fingers inside me.
“Don’t come,” he warns, voice low, determined.
And I just hang there, caught on the edge of bliss as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out, then carefully circling my throbbing clit before plunging back in. I’m so sensitive and throbbing, swollen, and then his fingers glide out and back. More lubricant tickles. This time, his fingertips circling the entrance to my ass, making me twitch and groan, before he carefully,slowly, eases a single finger in.
“More,” I beg. My cheeks are damp from my earlier tears. I feel messy in the best kind of way.
“When I’m ready.”
He is unraveling me, his finger pumping slowly in and out. More lubricant. And then a second finger, filling me, stretching me.
Oh, this burns. Secret, dark nerves I never knew existed awakening one by one.
“Too much?”
“No.” My head shakes firmly.
He chuckles, like I just showed him how very eager I am.
“Hmm,” he says. “Maybe we should wait?—”
