“And the color red really suits your tempting backside.”He chuckled, my belly tensing at the sound.“Let’s make sure it remains that shade.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After weeks of subservience at his quarters, I was used to the sadist inside Harper having fun at my expense, but that side of him had rarely been on display since we’d arrived abroad.Fleeing from mortal danger had brought out a softer, more tender side of him, a version that protected me as well as sought to pulverize.
The slow, dulcet tone of his voice then, though, reminded me of that crueler man, the one who’d enjoyed ordering me to travel naked in front of his subordinates at the camp and used me for blow jobs beneath his desk while he worked.I’d had no choice but to obey in those days.To refuse him would have been tantamount to suicide, but repositioning my feet at his side then, I did have options.I could have straightened and told him no.I could have spat in his face and stomped out of the room.
I didn’t dare, though.Didn’t even consider defiance.
His sadist was as scintillating as every other version of Adam Harper, and captured in his post-Fortorus universe, his will was all I could contemplate.If he wanted to spank me and keep my ass red and sore, then I wouldn’t argue.If he wanted to use me as his fucking table while he watched television, then I could get on board with the idea.
All I needed was him, and God willing, a fucking orgasm.
“How long has it been now since you came?”His fingers trailed over my lower back before gently swatting my left cheek.“Four days?Five?”
“Not since before we arrived here, Sir.”
Since he was the one who’d instilled the command of denial and enjoyed rubbing it in my face every day since, he knew damn well how long it had been, and in all that time, he had pumped his cum in and over almost every single part of me while insisting I receive no rewards.
The thrumming sense of injustice ratcheted my desire to untenable levels.
Bastard.
I should have despised him, should have wanted him to feel even an ounce of the pain he’d inflicted on me, but the truth was, his ability to dominate only insisted I crave him more.The paradox had me tangled up in knots.
“Poor Caroline.”He crooned the feigned sympathy, each syllable seeming to drum over my untouched clitoris.“This must be so hard for you.”
The sound of his zipper lowering suggested that wasn’t the only thing that was hard, and without looking, I imagined how big and swollen his cock was.
“Yes, Sir.”
My head rose at the thought of the compromise.I deserved the orgasm, but if I couldn’t come, then I could still enjoy his hard shaft.That was something, and in recent days, it was all I’d been allowed.
“Perhaps you do merit something for the effort you’ve maintained these last few days.”Squeezing my right ass cheek, his shoe tapped my right ankle wider, the gesture raising my hopes of some kind of reprieve.“A reward for your obedience and stamina.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
I held my breath, waiting for the punchline when he revealed he was only jesting, or the feel of his crown as it nudged between my legs to show what his idea of a ‘reprieve’ was.He’d toyed with me so many times before, I couldn’t believe in the possibilities coming from his tempting lips, but I wanted to.
“But then, I did bring you here for a punishment.”Releasing my cheek, he swatted it lightly.“A penance for being a shocking footrest, and why would I recompense your poor form with pleasure?”
That was, I assumed, a rhetorical question.
“Decisions, decisions, decisions!”He practically sang the conclusion.“Do I put you out of your misery or not?”
“Shall I beg, Sir?”I glanced his way, knowing I was likely to do so again, whatever his verdict.
Orgasms, it seemed, were not vital until one was denied them.I had gone without pleasure for months while held at the state’s leisure, and given how heinous those days had been, the thought of a climax had never even crossed my mind until I’d stumbled into Harper.But meeting him and learning there was such desire in capitulation had heightened my every fantasy and made the idea of continued refusal too much to bear.The female body wasn’t designed for continuous arousal.My head was fogged with the weight of my desire, and my thirst was never-ending, no matter how much water he insisted I drink.
“I do so love to hear you plead.”He ran a digit along my sex.“But I think I’ve heard enough.”
My hips bucked backward at his caresses, a reflexive response to the sudden potential of pleasure.
“I’ll do anything, Sir.”The words cascaded from me like water from a rocky mountainside.I’d told him before, dozens of times, yet there never seemed to be a wrong time to reiterate.“Please, I just need to—”
“You need to get on your knees and polish my cock.”His digits were gone in an instant, their teasing only brief, and yet somehow, the bitterest ruse yet.“If anyone’s going to be coming, little girl, it’s me.”
I sank to my knees with a groan, still gripping the bed with one hand as I shuffled to face his eager erection.As expected, the organ was enormous, every inch as excited by my denial as I was, but unlike me, it expected to be satiated.
