“Is this what you want, Quincey?” A groan escaped him as he looked up at me from between my legs.
“Yes, please,yes,” I moaned. “This is all I want.”
The gasp that bubbled up from deep inside me died instantly on my lips the moment Thallor brought his mouth down against my clit. The sound that escaped him, however, was primal, guttural, and it filled the space in my room and my ears, sending coursing waves of ecstasy through my body. My back arched off the bed, desperate for any and all friction that he would give me, but he gripped my hips with a possessiveness that told me he was in charge.
His fingers dug into my skin, my skin blooming in a bruised constellation as a memory of each and every night we’d spent together. And I loved them each and every one. Because I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted a permanent reminder of the way he clung to me. Clung to my body. I wanted to wear the imprint of him on my skin like a badge of honour.
I moaned his name or some semblance of it. “I love it when you come undone for me, baby,” Thallor spoke into me as liquid heat coursed through my veins. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I could barely hear him over the sound of my own desire.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he repeated. It wasn't a question. It was a demand filled with a need so intense that I could hear it in his words. But I couldn't respond. I couldn't think. I couldn't even catch my breath as I chased the raging fire within me. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as he moved his tongue over me, pulling moan after moan from my lips. I let my hands tug at his hair, desperate for more. For anything he would give me.
And then he stopped.No, please.My breath came out ragged, frustrated.
“Say. It. Quincey,” he commanded
“You. I belong to you,” I gasped as I continued to drown in the sensation of his mouth on me.
“You taste like sin,” he said, smiling as he pushed a finger inside me.
I cried out in shock, a pleasure-filled gasp echoing off the walls of my bedroom as my pussy clenched around him. For several dizzying seconds, I had to breathe through the pleasure that wracked through my body, racing across my skin like fireworks.
He moved his fingers in a long, drawn-out motion, working me slowly as I unravelled beneath him. When my back left the bed, arching up into him, desperate and hungry for more, hepicked up speed, curling them inside me and hitting the spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Every thrust of his fingers sent me spiralling into a haze of pure, blissful relief. Thallor curled his fingers again, something between a whimper and a moan pulled from my lips that had him smirking in amusement and humming–all too pleased with himself.
I rasped his name repeatedly–seemingly the only word I knew–as he fucked me harder with his fingers
“Fuck, Quincey,” He moaned, losing his control as I worked to catch my breath. He pulled his fingers out of me just as I reached the peak of my own pleasure, doing little to ease the cresting tension that currently clutched at my body.
I groaned in frustration, grabbing his arm and placing it back between my legs. Shamelessly, I ground into him, feeling the peak of my own orgasm lingering just out of reach. I knew he wanted to torture me. Make me beg for it. But I didn’t want that. I was desperate for release. Desperate for whatever he would give me.
He caught my wrists easily, pinning them above my head, a glare of something dark written across his face. “I thought I told you to keep your hands where they were.” His voice was gravelly in my ear as he pressed his body down against mine, caging me under a wall of muscle.
His cock rubbed at my entrance. It was bare. Thick. Hard. He pushed inside me just a little, leaving me with an ache so laced in need I could barely remember my own name. And then, in perfect contrast to everything that just happened, Thallor brought a hand up to my jaw, letting his fingers brush against my skin before settling his palm across my throat.
He looked down at me, the silent question written across his face, as if he was still unsure if he could take everything I was offering. “Is this okay? I need to know if you still want this?”
I pushed up so my lips met his. Just the softest of kisses. “This. You. Everything,” I said. “I want it all. I want it forever.”
“You’re sure?” he said, voice gravelly as his lips brushed against my temple.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then tell me how badly you want my cock, Quincey.”
“Please, Thallor,” I whimpered as he kissed my jaw, my arms still pinned above me. “I want to feel you. Ineedto feel you.”
“You’re going to come with me inside you,” he said, dragging the head of his cock along my clit. “But not until I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Louder.”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
He had used those words before, and every time they made me feel the same way. Between his whispered commands and sweet praises, I felt like I was coming undone at the seams.A lifetime of overachieving, and all I have is a praise kink to show for it.
