I can’t believe I’m begging him to fuck me. What the fuck?
“Irvin. Please. Finish this.”
He strokes my hair. “No, princess. You need to be punished for your disobedience. If I catch you getting yourself off, I’m going to deny you orgasms for a month.” He slaps my ass, and my flesh aches from the pleasure and pain.
“Next time I tell you to do something, you do it.” He kisses my lips. “Lyrical is waiting for you.”
Irvin
Iplace my vape in my mouth and inhale, then exhale slowly. My gaze lingers on my princess’s naked body. I tied her to the bed, and she sleeps silently.
No more punishing her for disobeying me. This is about ownership. About how she needs to admit she belongs to me. I’m tired of the mind games. I’m tired of her living in denial about what we are.
She wants me—her lingering gazes, the way she got jealous of Judy when she claimed she’d be my mistress. The way her face flushes. The way she leans into my touch. The way she purposely disobeys me, knowing I’ll punish her. She hides it from me. She doesn’t want to admit it to herself because she’s scared. Scared of what people might say.
She likes me controlling her. She wants me. The sooner she admits it, the better her life will be. She’s mine, and I expect her to start acting like it.
This reminds me of the night we first fucked. The way she asked me to tie her up and fuck her. Apparently, there was arumor about what I liked, and she knew I wanted it. It was bold of her to ask—and I could tell that was the only thing she wanted from me. Not marriage. Not status. Not fame. Just sex.
She treated me like I was normal. Like I was a person.
People usually want something from me to boost their status.
After that night, I didn’t hear from her for weeks. She saw me on campus and didn’t acknowledge me, like I hadn’t dicked her down. That made me want her even more. So I stalked her around campus, and my obsession grew. It literally drove me mad at times. I snuck into her condo and told her we were a fling. She tried to protest, but I gave her no choice. She loved it. During the day, she acted like I was a stranger, and at night, I fucked her.
Her stormy eyes flutter open, scanning our bedroom. The drapes are pulled back, and the sun brightens her body as if she’s laid on an altar, about to be devoured.
She grits her teeth, glaring daggers. “What the fuck? Untie me.”
I tuck my vape behind my ear and stroll slowly toward her. She watches my every move—the pulse thumping in her neck, her breath hitching. Her eyes lighting up like Christmas lights.
I sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her lavender hair.
I grin from ear to ear. “I bet you didn’t expect to wake up tied up, my princess.”
Her pupils dilate. She purses her lips and pulls against the straps.
“Please. Untie me, you dick.”
“Just admit you want me, Lilac. It can be so easy for you.”
She shakes her head. “Why would I lie to you?”
I chuckle. I spread her wide, her pussy glistening—wet, ready to be fucked.
She nods, sinking her teeth into her lip. “I’ll never lie to you. I don’t want you.”
My dick hardens against my sweatpants. I can’t wait to fuck her.
“Why are you nodding your head?” I smirk.
She yanks her legs, trying to free herself from the restraints. “Because I want you to fuck me, but that’s it.”
I grip her chin so her eyes meet mine. “You and I both know you want more than sex.”
She exhales through her nose, but her eyes are glazed over. She grits her teeth. “No. You have a good dick, and like I told you before, that’s all I will ever want from you. You can fuck me all you want, but I’ll never admit I want more with you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
