She obeys instantly, fingers clasping, chest rising and falling in shallow little gasps. I step closer, looming over her, letting her feel the weight of my shadow.
“Truth or dare?” I murmur.
Her voice is wrecked. “Dare.”
I smile, slow and cruelly. “Stay perfectly still while I taste you.”
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, when I lower myself between her thighs. I drag my tongue up the length of her slit, slow and deliberate, savouring the taste of her. She whimpers, hips jerking before she forces them still, obeying, desperate not to break the rule.
“Good girl,” I rasp against her, lips brushing her clit. “You’re learning.”
I lap at her again, harder, sucking her clit until she cries out, thighs trembling with the effort of staying open. When her hips buck, I pull back, smirking. “Careful. Break the dare, and I’ll tie you up until you can’t move at all.”
Her nails dig into her palms, but she nods, lips bitten bloody.
I stand abruptly, unbuckling my belt, letting the sound slice through the silence. Her eyes lock on mine, wild, hungry, terrified.
“Truth or dare?” I growl.
Her voice cracks. “Dare.”
“Take me into your mouth without using your hands.”
I fist a hand in her hair, dragging her down to her knees in front of me. Her lips part, obedient, desperate. I slide into her mouth slowly, savouring the way her throat strains to take me. My hips jerk forward, forcing her deeper, until tears stream down her face and spit drips down her chin.
“Look at you,” I groan, tugging her hair tighter. “On your knees, choking for me, when you swore you hated me. You’ll never walk away from this, sweetheart. Not now. Not ever.”
Her throat convulses around me, and I nearly lose it right there. I pull free with a growl, dragging her up, spinning her, and bending her over the arm of the couch in one brutal movement.
“Truth or dare?” I whisper in her ear, lining myself up against her soaked entrance.
She gasps, shaking. “D-dare.”
I slam into her in one feral thrust, burying myself to the hilt, her scream muffled by the cushions. My hand clamps down on her hip, holding her still while I drive into her over and over, each thrust harder than the last.
“Dare,” I growl into her ear, voice ragged. “Take every inch of me and beg for more.”
Her cries break into words, sobbed pleas spilling between the moans. She begs, she curses me, she says she hates me—but her body clenches around me like it’s starving, like it’s mine.
And I don’t stop.
Not until she’s ruined beneath me, throat raw from screaming, legs shaking from the force of it, and every inch of her body marked with me.
When she collapses forward, boneless, I bite her shoulder, feral, claiming her.
“Game’s over,” I rasp, panting against her skin. “You belong to me.”
Mine
She’s limp when I lift her, ruined and trembling, body still quivering from what I’ve done to it. Her head falls against my shoulder as I carry her upstairs, each step deliberate, each movement a reminder that she isn’t walking away tonight.
My bedroom door groans open under my boot, and I drop her on the bed—not gently, not cruel, just mine. She sprawls across the dark sheets, hair a tangled halo, mascara streaked, lips swollen from my cock.
“On your knees,” I order.
Her body jerks, every muscle screaming exhaustion, but she obeys. She always does.
I uncoil my belt and let it drag across the floor, slow and deliberate, until her wide eyes find mine. The fear there isn’t enough to cover the hunger.
