She didn’t move.
She whimpered—but she didn’t resist.
Good girl.
She was submitting. Completely. Willingly.
As I released my grip on her throat, she moaned—low and needy, the sound vibrating against my skin. My mouth followed the path of her pulse, trailing fire along her neck, down her chest, worshipping every inch with my tongue. Her skin was satin under my lips, her scent heady, intoxicating. I could feel her trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but she didn’t pull away—she opened for me.
I slid lower, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her slick, swollen core. My hands gripped her hips as I lowered my mouth and took my time—tongue flicking, lips sucking, slow strokes building unbearable tension. I teased her clit until her legs shook, until she gasped and begged, writhing beneath me.
Then I sucked her hard—rhythmic, relentless, wet, and filthy.
She cried out, voice breaking, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm barreled through her. But before she could recover, Ipulled away with a wicked grin and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Her eyes snapped open, dazed, desperate. “Where are you going?” she gasped, breathless and flushed.
“Wherever the fuck I want.” I stood at the foot of the bed, cock heavy and dripping, smirking as I watched her squirm.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered. “Am I not pleasing enough?” Her arms moved to shield her body, shame creeping in where pleasure had reigned moments before.
“Don’t do that,” I ordered. “Don’t youeverhide from me.”
She hesitated, curling inward.
My voice dropped—deadly, possessive. “I said. Don’t.”
She froze.
“Lie down,” I ordered. “Let meseeyou.”
Slowly, obediently, she unfurled—body bare, flushed, glistening with desire. Her legs parted, hips tilted up in silent invitation. I wrapped my fist around my cock and stroked it slowly, watching her. Her pupils dilated, her breath hitched.
“I should come all over you right now,” I growled. “Paint your stomach. Mark your face. Claim every inch of you like the filthy little prize you are. But not yet.”
I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her like a beast stalking its trembling prey. Her eyes locked with mine—wide, wanting, terrified—and I pressed her down into the mattress with one firm hand. My fingers closed around her throat again, not hard enough to harm… just enough to remind herexactlywho she belonged to.
“You like being ruined, don’t you?” I growled, grinding the thick length of my cock against her soaked folds, letting the swollen head tease her entrance without giving her what she craved. “You like how I use you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, almost ashamed—and so fucking aroused.
“Good,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “Because someday, I will take you away from this world. Rip you from everything and everyone. You’ll be mine entirely. My possession. My obsession. My ruin. Forever.”
She shivered beneath me, eyes glazed with hunger and submission.
I kissed her then—hard and consuming—tongue diving past her lips as I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She moaned against my mouth, already lost. Perfect.
I released the corner of the bedsheet, tore it free, and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, binding her to the headboard with practiced ease. The sight of her laid out like that—helpless, flushed, dripping—was fucking divine.
“Look at you,” I murmured, dragging my tongue along her neck. “Writhing for me. Dripping for me. Completely mine.”
I pressed my body against hers, grinding between her thighs, teasing her entrance with maddening rhythm. Her hips arched, desperate, chasing friction. I only smiled, taunting her with a cock she couldn’t yet have.
She was panting, whimpering, her eyes begging as her body begged louder.
Then, finally, I grasped myself and pressed the thick head to her soaked core. I pushed in—slow, controlled—stretching her around me.
She gasped, face contorting as her body strained to take me. She was tight, and the resistance made me groan low in my throat.
