But the pull is unbearable. I've lost control and I need it back. Not through words, but through action.
Throughcommand.
She lied. I understand why. I do. We barely know each other. Not even two weeks. She didn't owe us anything.
However, in that short span of time, something real began to take shape. It wasn't just lust or proximity. It was the hope that maybe I could have something for myself again. Something that wasn't responsibility, protocol, or the endless management of this town's supernaturals.
I looked forward to her laughter when I picked her up from a shift. To the warmth in the house when she was there. To the small things like the sounds she made tasting something I cooked, the scent of her perfume in the hallway, the sight of her shoes at the door.
Now it's fractured. Not shattered, but cracked deep.
Kayden's bleeding openly. His fury is everywhere. But I keep my calm and let my wounds bleed when no one can see.
What she's offering is irrational. Reckless. A session built on anger and betrayal should be a hardno.
But then I look at her. On her knees, eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling like she can't catch her breath.
And I'm damned.
Damned for wanting this. For needing to reassert control, burn away the chaos. To bring her to the edge and rebuild from there.
But it has to be my way.
Kayden's circling her like a wolf, the sadistic gleam in his eyes bright and dangerous, but I know he won't go too far.
He knows I won't let him.
"If we do this," I say, voice low and clipped, "it will be by my rules. You know your safe word?"
"Marigold," she responds.
"Use it if you need it," I say and step closer. My hands are behind my back as I lean in, my lips a whisper from her ear, not touching but close enough to let the tension crackle. "Because this won't be soft, Sage. This will be raw and wild."
Kayden comes up behind her. His hand clamps over the back of her neck. She gasps. The sound sears through me like lightning.
"I'll show you just how fragile you are," he growls, a dark grin spreading. "And how easily we could break you."
I don't stop him. I watch, I hold the line.
"We'll make you beg for mercy," he continues, fingers tightening. "And maybe… maybe we'll grant it."
She shudders. A small whimper escapes her, but it's not fear. It's anticipation.
"We will make you ours again," I say. "Through discipline. Pain. Pleasure."
I crouch to meet her eyes.
"But no more lies," I tell her. "Not to us. Not to yourself. You go only as far as you can, and you say the word when it's too much. Understood?"
"Yes… sir," she says.
The word hits like a shot of heat straight into my bloodstream. And into my cock.
"Good girl," I say, brushing my thumb across her jaw. A small reward and a warning wrapped in one. "Don't ever lie to me again."
She nods, and I know she understands that this moment, her submission, is more than our usual dark-edged game. It's a recalibration of everything that we've become.
Kayden's fingers thread into her hair, and he pulls her head back with a firm, controlled grip that draws a sharp yelp from her throat.
