His breath tickles the shell of my ear as he says, “We made a bargain, angel, did we not?”
When I don’t answer, his fingers pinch my nipple and I let out a whimper.
“Did. We. Not.”
“Y-Yes,” I whisper, my eyelids growing heavy.
“Yes,” he mocks, his hand sliding down, down, down, until it goes past the edge of my gown and his skilled fingers pull it up. The breeze blows softly against my pussy, now covered only by the thin layer of my panties. “You can work all you want, so long as you follow the simple rules I laid out. So help me understand, then, why is my good little angel not taking proper care of herself? And why did she not bend over my desk this morning with her beautiful pussy out on display?”
“Had work…” I mumble, my chest rising and lowering with heavy breaths. “…to do.”
He hums in understanding, but I know there’s no sympathy in that low growl. I’m about to be punished hard. Anyone seeing us could tell. His middle finger presses into my pussy, feeling for the wetness already pooling there, behind the thin lace. But he doesn’t go any further than that. I yelp when his other hand comes around me and he grabs my thighs, making me bend over the table in front of me. My head turns to the side, face pressedto the wood. The chair is removed, and I lower my bare legs to the heated floor, my blanket now a mess at our feet.
His fingers hook my panties and pull them down to the middle of my thighs. I try to wiggle out of them, but they won’t slide down unless wepullthem down—which Rowan doesn’t do. He wants me restrained.
He lifts my nightgown, letting it rest on my lower back, exposing me to him fully—my pussy, my ass, and my trembling inner thighs smeared with my arousal. I bite my lower lip expecting him to play with me, to have the meal I denied him earlier. But he doesn’t do any of that.
Instead, cold liquid makes shivering contact with my tightest hole, and my eyes widen at the realization. He’s been patient and caring and offered me all the pleasure I was willing to take. But we had an argument about this the other day, when I told him he should stop holding back. I told him, once again, that I didn’t want to be treated like a victim or like a wounded person—it would only reinforce it in my head.
He listened. And now… he’s going to fuck me in the ass.
“My,my,” he drawls, spreading my ass cheeks with his warm palms. “Look at this precious asshole opening and closing for me. That’s so very naughty of you, Dove. Don’t you think?”
Shame burns on my face with the force of a thousand suns, making my pussy wetter.
The sound of a zipper reaches my ears, and he positions his warm, throbbing cock against my hole. I whimper,moan, and he has barely touched me. I arch my back, and—
Tap.
Tap. Tap.
His fingers tap my closed lips, a silent command to open my mouth. Hesitantly, I obey. And when I do, they push to the back of my throat, silencing me. My eyes go wide at the intrusion, but I do nothing to push them out.
“I’d pacify you with my cock if I could… but it’s a bit too ‘eager’ to fuck your ass.” He huffs a taunting laugh as he repeats my words from earlier back to me. Then his cock pushes against my tight hole, and pain trickles through, burning, then subsiding, then burning again. I thrash, trying to get away. I know he won’t hurt me, but I can’t fight the instinct overpowering me.
He chuckles, then says, “You know that won’t work with me.” He grabs my ass cheek with his free hand and digs his fingers into my soft skin. The first inch of his cock enters me—velvety and hard as a rock. “I own you, angel. So you will stay. And you will come with my cock buried in your ass when I tell you to. Yes?”
I nod as best I can, my body sagging onto the table as I try to relax my muscles.
“Good girl. Don’t thrash, don’t shout, simply bite my finger if you want me to stop, and I will.”
I nod one more time, then his cock spears me further from behind. The hand on my ass extends to my hair, caressing me in gentle strokes—a sharp contrast to remind me he can be gentle when he wants. My face scrunches in pain, but my pussy throbs, begging to be touched. Arousal drips down my thigh, coating my skin with the proof of my innate submission.
“That’s it,” Rowan whispers above me as he continues to caress my hair. “What a good little cum hole.” He praises me through it until finally, my face relaxes, and I wait.
Neither of us is moving anymore. He just stands there with his cock in my ass and I’m bent over this table with my panties down my thighs and his fingers in my drooling mouth.
I’m completely at his mercy, and all I can do is wait for how he wants to take me.
Will he be gentle? Or will he fuck me hard?
Thrust.
His balls hit my pussy when he enters me to the hilt, and his abdomen clashes against my ass cheeks. He hums in pure pleasure—a decadent, sultry undertone streaming through the ebb of his voice.
“Oh, angel…” he laughs. “I simply can’t decide when I like you better—when you’re a sweet, obedient girl or an undisciplined little brat.”
Thrust. Thrust.
