His fingers claw into my thighs, dragging them wider over him, grinding me against the brutal ache he’s already forced into my body. His mouth crashes to mine, no rhythm, no fucking patience, just sharp, broken teeth and desperate pulls of my lip like he’s claiming it over and over.
“You’ve been begging me to keep you, huh?” His tongue drags across the bite he just left, tasting the iron on my lip. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you like you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I pant, clawing at his shirt, desperate to get closer, to pull him deeper, to feel him fucking tear me apart so I can see what’s inside.
His breath hits my ear, hot and sharp. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” My voice is already gone, already raw. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fucking own me.”
His laugh cracks against my skin, the sound of someone who’s been waiting an eternity for this confession. “You’re not walking when I’m done with you.”
“Good,” I breathe, rocking my hips against him. “I don’t want to fucking walk. I just want you to wreck me.”
His hands grip the back of my neck, dragging me into another brutal kiss, his tongue filthy, his bite sharper. “You’ll fucking beg me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” The words punch out of me too fast. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He tears at the chain, pulling it taut, using the iron to snap my hips harder into his lap. “You like that?” His voice drops to a low growl. “You like being locked to me while I ruin you?”
“Yes—yes—fuck—please?—”
His palm slides over my pussy, rough and unforgiving, pressing against the slick heat he’s already fucking claimed. “You’re soaked for me,” he breathes. “Fucking dripping for me.”
I choke on a gasp, rocking into him, grinding against the brutal pressure of his hand.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how bad you need it.”
I roll my hips harder, chasing the sharp edge, panting his name like it’s the only thing I’ve ever known. The room, the monitors, the past—it all disappears into the friction of his skin.
“You’re going to cum on my fingers before I even fuck you,” he spits against my throat. “You’re going to beg me to fill you while I’ve still got you locked in this chain.”
“Please—fuck—Damien—please?—”
He pulls the chain tighter, the bite of the metal burning where it slices against the raw skin of my ankle. “You want to cum?”
“Yes—please—please?—”
“You don’t fucking get to until I tell you.”
I cry out, grinding harder, desperate for the release he’s holding just out of reach. “You’ll stay on edge for me,” he breathes, dragging his fingers rough over my clit, pressing until I’m trembling, shaking, clawing at his arms. “You’ll stay right there until I say so.”
“Please—Damien—please—let me?—”
“You’ll fucking beg me for it.”
I sob into his neck, panting, desperate, fucking wrecked. “Please—please let me cum—please—I need you—please?—”
His mouth drags across my throat, his teeth biting down just hard enough to leave a mark he can find in the dark. “You’ll beg louder.”
“Please—please—fuck—please let me cum—please?—”
He groans low, dragging me harder into him. “You’ll fucking scream for me when I let you.”
“Yes—please?—”
“You’ll scream so loud they’ll know who you belong to.”
I sob, grinding faster, chasing it. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth crashing to mine. “Cum for me.”
