Before she could muffle a sound, he’d pulled her to her knees, yanking her fingers to his mouth and sucking her arousal clean. “Don’t move,” he demanded, placing her hands along the headboard once he was done.
Rae was panting, core clenched and clit throbbing painfully.
“Beg me,” he said, his voice pure silk, a stark contrast to the way in which he rolled her nipples, the sensitive nubs begging for attention. “And I’ll let you come.”
‘Please,’ was at the end of her tongue, but she just couldn’t say it. Couldn’t give in. “No.”
Her vest was torn from her body, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. A single hand wrapped in her hair, and Rae let out a cry when he pulled, bowing her back, his thighs moving either side of hers. She felt him at the base of her spine, so damn fucking hard she knew it had to hurt. That made her grin, knowing he was as desperate as her. Maybe she could make himbeg.
His lips touched the shell of her ear, scalp stinging from the painful angle. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” His free hand stroked leisurely down the valley of her breasts, caressing across her stomach before his fingers teased the edge of her thong. “For me to be behind you, hair tight in my fist with your delicious cunt begging for my touch.”
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric for a second, a single stroke against her engorged clit before pulling back.
She pressed back against him, his entire body consuming hers. Her legs quaked, muscles coiling tightly. “Fucking… just…” Rae let out a strangled scream, desperate.
Teeth dug into the hollow between her throat and shoulder, followed by such a soft kiss she thought she’d imagined it, if it wasn’t for the cold metal of his lip ring. “You really shouldn’t be such a brat, if you don’t like the consequences.” His fingers teased her once more, slowly rubbing circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She was going mad, the release so close, but just out of reach. “Please!” she finally begged. “Please make me come!”
His fingers stopped, and before she could scream, he sunk a single finger inside, thumb pressing against her clit. “Good girl.”
She came, a powerful convulsion as he thrust hard and deep, thumb never letting off her clit. He didn’t stop when she cried out from sensitivity, continuing his assault on her senses until another orgasm grew, threatening to send her to the stars.
“Please!” she begged once more, not even sure what she was even begging for. For him to stop? To press harder?
Titus added a second finger, stretching her long unused muscles, curling until he hit the spot inside her that had her trembling.
“Please Ti –”
“Sir,” he growled.
* * *
TITUS
He’d never had the women he fucked call him ‘sir,’ but with Rae he needed it, the complete submission a gift as she clamped around his fingers, drenching the bed beneath them. He wanted to consume her, bathe in her surrender until she thought of nothing but the pleasure he forced from her body.
The fucking brat had tried to kill him, again. And rather than be angry, it had made his cock so fucking hard he thought it would break. His kiss had been nothing but a test, to see whether his beast was wrong, and she was just a passing obsession. He’d never allow his beast to be in charge, but the pressure to take her, to taste her had been something he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight.
She yelped when she released his grip on her hair, her body boneless as she draped forward, perspiration glistening along her spine. She looked fucking beautiful quivering between his thighs, still encased in the fucking denim, her arse a sight he couldn’t wait to see red from his palm.
He continued to stroke her needy flesh, her pussy so wet she spasmed when he flicked his thumb across her clit. “Again,” he demanded, knowing he could pull one more orgasm from her. It was a torture, he knew, having so many in such a short amount of time. A punishment.
“No, no I can’t.”
He brought his spare hand down hard on her round flesh, the resounding smack beautiful, as was the sudden heat as he gently soothed his hand over the blossoming mark. He expected her to fight, to turn and pin him with one of her glares, but instead she clamped down on his fingers, her moan echoing around them.
It seemed his Rae of sunshine liked a little pain.
“Good girl,” he said when she pushed back against his palm, her head dropping to between her outstretched arms, still holding onto the lip of the headboard.
“Please,” she whispered, barely audible above her panting.
Titus smirked. “You know what to say. Please…”
“Fuck you.” The words were dragged from her throat, a feral growl that would have held more bite if it didn’t end in a breathy groan. Titus brought his hand down on her other cheek, satisfied with the matching marks.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, fisting his hand to stop from unfastening his jeans, and stretching her far wider than his fingers. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
