I slide my hand into her hair, firm enough to turn her face back to mine. Her glassy eyes, blown pupils, and parted lips wreak havoc on my body. My alter ego steps in and takes the reins.
"And what, Bluebird?" I murmur, thumb pressing against her bottom lip, parting it farther. "Finish your sentence. Let those filthy thoughts in your head come out."
She whimpers, hips twitching again against my thigh. Her nipples, still angry-red and swollen, brush my shirt with every shallow breath. "I... Oh..." She shimmies her chest against me and leans her head back, closing her eyes.
I lean in until my mouth ghosts the shell of her ear. "You want me to say I fuckingownyou? That every shivering inch of this pretty, marked-up body belongs to me? That your cunt, your ass, your tears, your screams are all mine to use, to hurt, to cherish, to ruin whenever I damn well please?"
A broken sound spills out of her. Her fingers claw at my shirt, trying to pull me closer even though there's nowhere left to go. "Dr. Mercer..."
Endorphins flare down my spine. I tighten my grip in her hair, just enough to make her gasp. "Say it," I order quietly. "Or I'll say it louder. I'll say it until the neighbors know exactly who this dripping little cunt answers to."
Her thighs clench around my leg. She shakes so hard, I can feel the aftershocks still rolling through her.
"Yours," she chokes out, voice cracking. "I'm—fuck—I'm yours, Red... Dr. Mercer! All of me. Please just…say it. Own me. Tell me I'm your property. Tell me I don't get to decide anything tonight. Tell me—" Her words fracture into a needy whine. "—that I'm your toy and you're going to fuck me until I can't remember my name."
Jesus Christ.
A slow, predatory smile curves on my lips. A high hits me, sharp and as fast as lightning. I slide my free hand down her spine, over the hot, tender skin I painted earlier, until I'm cupping one flushed ass cheek and squeezing hard enough to reignite every sting.
"R-Red," she stutters.
"Listen carefully, Blue," I say, my voice velvet-wrapped steel. I fall into the role I never thought I'd be in, feeding a hunger I should be checking, but instead get dangerously lost in it. "You don't belong to yourself anymore. You haven't for a long time. This body—" I drag my palm up to collar her throat, possessively holding it, "—this heart, this wet, greedy cunt that's dripping down my thigh right now…they're mine. You want to be my little fuck-doll? My perfect, filthy Bluebird? Then tonight I'm going to fuck you raw, fill you until you're leaking me for days, and you're going to thank me for every brutal inch."
Her eyes flutter shut. A fresh tear slips free. She barely gets out, "Please."
I kiss the salt off her cheek, then bite her collarbone hard enough to make her jolt.
"Oh God!" she cries out, her lids fluttering.
I growl against her mouth, "Now spread those pretty legs and show your owner exactly how desperate your pussy is to be filled."
She opens her eyes. The desperation from earlier is gone. A new one exists, and it's Blue when she needs to orgasm. She taunts, "I'm so wet for you."
"I know you are. You're a good patient," I praise, then loosen my tie.
She unbuttons my dress shirt. "Let me hurt for you...for me...for us, Dr. Mercer. Please. Let me hurt for us."
I rise, shedding my shirt in one swift motion.
Her wild eyes devour me, tracing the lines of my chest, my abs, down to the bulge in my pants. She reaches for my waist and unbuckles my belt with shaky hands. The leather whispers as it's pulled free. She clenches her thighs, arches her eyebrow, and suggests, "You can use this on me?" She arches her eyebrow and holds her breath.
I drag my knuckles over her cheek, stating, "I could. I could stripe your skin until you're sobbing, but there are other ways to make you sob, Bluebird."
She takes a deep inhale and swallows hard.
I point to the bed, commanding, "On your back. Spread those sexy legs wide. Show me how wet you are for me."
She obeys, scrambling onto the rumpled sheets, her body splayed out like an offering. Her pussy glistens, swollen and ready, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
The sight of her needy and open makes my cock twitch painfully. I ache to plunge into her, to feel her walls clench around me like a vise. But control is everything. So I strip off my pants and boxers. My erection springs free, hard and heavy, and pre-cum beads at the tip.
"I want to taste you," she claims.
I swipe at my arousal, then crawl over her, caging her in with my arms. I slip my finger in her mouth and pinch her nipple.
"Mmmm," she groans, sucking with pressure, arching into me.
I slide my shaft over her clit. "Fuck. Look at you, Bluebird. So fucking soaked. You love the pain, don't you? Love when I make it hurt just right." I dip my head, capturing one tender nipple in my mouth,sucking hard. She arches off the bed with a cry, her hands fisting the sheets.
