I feel like I’m on a cliff, teetering on the brink of orgasm, and this force is pushing me closer to the edge. I’m fighting it, but I’m losing my grip.
I prop myself up with my bound hands and roll my hips.
“Yes, that’s it.” His blue eyes darken. He bounces his leg again, and tears spark in my eyes.
He slaps my right breast, and the shock of it almost sends me over. “Do it, beautiful. Ride me.” He slaps my left breast, jolting the nipple clamp.
“This is your punishment.” He bares his teeth, pulling my hair as he slaps my breasts. “For teasing me. Tempting me. Trying to poison me. You deserve this.” Another sharp smack. “Say it.”
“I deserve to be punished.” The words feel like daggers ripping into me. And the pleasure rising feels just as savage.
He grips my neck, glaring at me like he wants to kill me. “You wanted to come so badly, do it. Do it.”
“No—” I’m panting, because I’m afraid of my orgasm. “It’s too soon?—”
“It’s not too soon if I want it. Because I’m in charge, little bride. So do it. Do it now.” He bounces his knee. My pussy slams into his hard muscle, and it shoves me off the cliff. I come, thrashing. I’m out of control, and I hate it. I fought until the end, and it was no use. The pleasure obliterates me.
He watches me come, a hungry look on his face. Like he’s drinking in my reactions. Feeling the pleasure through me.
And suddenly, it’s too much. The intensity, his intention. His hand on my back, gently stroking me. Bringing me down, grounding me.
I shut my eyes, shut him out, but I don’t want him to look at me. I turn my head, unable to hold back the swell of emotion. My jaw tightens, and then my muscles aren’t under my control. I’m shaking, and tears are leaking down my face.
18
Bella
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“I’m sorry,” I sniffle. Kaiser’s quick to move, releasing the ropes that bind my arms behind me. As soon as my hands are free, I swipe at my face, feeling frantic.
What guy wants to watch their sex partner fall apart?
I try to clench my teeth, get myself back together, but the water is rising. The more I fight it, the more it pulls me under.
“Shit.” Ugh, I’m a mess. I don’t want this. I try to climb off him, but he stops me.
“It’s okay.” Kaiser’s soft breath hits my face. His hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing in that way he does. Grounding me.
It’s too much compassion.
I twist, turning away as much as I can while sitting on him. My sex and nipples ache, but that’s not why I’m crying. I shake my head so my hair covers my face. The locks soak up the salt water.
“Shhh, don’t hide from me.” He strokes the wet strands away from my face. “I want your tears.”
It’s so surprising, I open my eyes to his stormy eyes inches from mine.
“It’s okay,” he says again, kneading my tense muscles. “This is a release.”
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
“No.” He grips the back of my neck and presses his forehead against mine. “I want it all.”
I gasp. The sobs are coming, surging. Hecate, help me, I can’t breathe.
I’m caught in the wave, drowning. Dragged along, ground against the ocean floor.
He presses me against him, holding me as I cry until I heave. He’s not leaving, he’s getting closer, I realize when my thoughts surface again. He’s not afraid.
