"Sorry isn't good enough." Her eyes raked over me with calculated intensity. "You know the rules."
Elin's thumb traced my lower lip, her expression softening momentarily. "You look beautiful when you're afraid, Gavriel.” She released my throat, her hand trailing down to replace mine around my cock. Her touch was firm, unyielding as she took control. “You need to learn your place. You belong to me. Every inch, every breath, every thought. Every ounce of your pleasure. It’s all . . . mine."
"Yes, Goddess.”
"Hands above your head."
I obeyed without hesitation, the cool sheets a sharp contrast against my burning skin.
"Tonight," she murmured, securing my wrists with the silk restraints she kept in the bedside table. "I'm going to teach you what happens to pretty boys who can't follow simple instructions."
Her mouth claimed mine, swallowing my moan of surrender.
Elin’s lips were demanding, possessive, and I melted beneath her touch. When she pulled away, I was already breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I stared up at her through half-lidded eyes.
"Such a greedy little thing," she teased, trailing her fingers down my chest with agonizing slowness. "Always wanting more than you're given."
I tugged reflexively at the restraints, the silk holding firm against my wrists. "Please—"
"Please what?" Her hand stilled just above my belly button, and I bit back a whimper. "Use your words, Pretty Boy."
"Please touch me," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
My Goddess’s smile was downright predatory. "But Iamtouching you." Her fingertips ghosted across my skin, barely making contact. "Or did you mean something else?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. She was going to make me beg for it, spell out exactly what I wanted. The thought should have humiliated me, but instead it sent another wave of desire through my veins.
"I want . . ." I swallowed hard. "I want your hands on my cock. I want your mouth. I want you to make me forget everything but this."
"That’s my good Pretty Boy. Telling his Goddess exactly what he wants." She leaned down, her lips brushing against my throat. "But you still haven't earned it."
She pulled back, studying me with a calculating gaze that made my entire body tense with anticipation. The silk restraints dug into my wrists as I instinctively pulled against them.
"How should I punish you, Gavriel?" Her fingers traced idle patterns across my chest, each touch leaving trails of fire on my skin. "Perhaps I should leave you like this, bound and wanting, while I take my own pleasure."
To demonstrate her point, she stepped back, sitting in a dark grey chair that was in the corner, spreading her legs wide for me to see as she ran her fingers through her pussy.
"Oh fuck, that’s hot. Please let me taste you." I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
Elin laughed, a sound that was equal parts cruel and affectionate. "You're not in a position to make requests. I think I'll make you watch first."
Her head tilted back slightly, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I pulled harder against the restraints, desperate to touch her.
"Do you see what you're missing?" she asked, her voice growing breathy. "This could have been yours, if only you'd followed the rules."
"I'll follow them," I promised, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched her fingers move in slow, deliberate circles. "I swear I will. Just let me touch you."
Her rhythm faltered for a moment as she considered me. "No." Her eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. "Not yet."
She stood, came over, swaying her hips in a way that was lethal, and crawled up to straddle my hips. My Goddess worked her pussy up and down my cock until it was coated in her wetness. I moaned and licked my lips, craving her close enough for me to taste. My Goddess pushed up onto her knees and slipped two fingers into herself, and the moan she let out had me whimpering.
“Goddess . . .”
One of her hands reached over and wrapped around my length, giving it one firm stroke that made me buck beneath her. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her grip tightened, almost to the point of pain. "You don't deserve it."
