Even though I knew he hated me, I had to admit that Rayden Princeton was exactly that. A beautiful man who’d grown from a boy, taken against his will, and evolved into a dark, arrogant prince, who right now, look almost regal with the soft hues from the lamp shading his muscular body a golden tan. He was gorgeous and so damn mouth-watering. Fire burned in eyes the color of unyielding stone. Dangerous. Predatory. Unpredictable. The tension palpable with just that look alone.
Since our first time together, Rayden had grown into an ardent lover with equal parts charm and hardcore, we’d both enjoyed rough sex, but the look in his eyes now, had me playing guessing games of his intentions. Still, it did nothing to faze the slow flame of arousal in my belly. I wanted him, whatever it took, however dirty.
“You want me to fuck you, Zena?” his husky tone carried across the room, his words melted seduction.
“Yes,” my voice trembled, my skin now hyperaware of his fiery gaze.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered. I removed the red thong and tossed it aside, desire blossoming in my core, my pussy already slick and ready for his touch. “Spread your legs,” the baritone command reverberated down my spine.
Not sure where this would lead, I kept my gaze locked with his and slowly spread my legs mimicking the way he sat. I sucked in a breath when his hand slid inside his briefs. Watching him touch himself deepened the relentless throb in my pussy that began the second I walked into the room.
“Now, show me how you want me to fuck you. How you missed my cock.”
The air between us dripped sexual tension, making me desperate to touch myself while I watched Rayden’s hand move inside his briefs. I sucked on my forefinger, slipping my tongue out and letting it curl around the digit until it was slick with saliva. Brushing my wet finger along my sensitive folds, my hips jerked at the contact. I licked my lips, catching sight of the head of his cock with each stroke of his hand over his length. I slid my finger inside me and gasped at the intrusion. Swollen, my pussy ached for satiation, my hips flexing as my touch nudged me closer to the edge. My bottom lip between my teeth, my lids slid shut against the need blanketing my body.
“Don’t come, Zena,” the hard words had me opening my eyes, blinking repeatedly to focus on his command.
“Rayden, please,” I moaned, leaning my head back against the headboard, my inner muscles clenching around my finger. “I can’t.”
“Don’t,” he warned.
I opened my mouth to argue, and the subtle shake of his head had me clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, my release so fucking close, I could taste the sweet tang on the tip of my tongue. Closing my eyes, I withdrew my finger, brushed the pad over my clit and gasped. “Fuck.” I shook, a pleasurable tremble racing through my body, curling my toes downward and making me spread my legs further apart. “Ray—”
“Open you fucking eyes,” his voice boomed across the room, the tenor vibrating through my pussy.
I opened them, not bothering to hide my glare. His lips twitched yet didn’t detract from the length of his cock now in the tight grasp of his palm, his briefs lowered to cup his balls, giving me a tantalizing view. I licked my lips, my mouth watering to taste. Every stroke of his hand had my pussy clenching and my finger circling my clit to match his rhythm, pressing harder against the sensitive bud.
“Look at my fucking cock, Zena. Watch me fuck myself. Like I’d done so when I remembered you, when I fucking missed you!” His jaw tightened, his gaze darker, ominous, yet no less arousing. I dropped my gaze, moaning low as pressure bore down on my spine, threatening my ability to stay focused.
“Does it turn you on? Watching me fuck myself?” I whimpered when he squeezed harder, precum glistening on slit before he swiped it with the pad of his thumb. “Does it?” he growled.
“Yes.” The air to my lungs became harder to draw as the need between my legs intensified.
“Then keep your eyes on me. Watch me fuck my palm. Watch how good it makes me feel staring at your sweet pussy while I come.”
“Ray—”
“Fuck yourself, Zena. Now,” he ordered.
I slipped a finger inside my pussy, pushing as deep as I could, the throb making me shake. Beads of sweat peppered my upper lip. God, I was so close.
“I’m sure you’ve done it countless times, you missed me, right?” I didn’t answer because he was right. I had. My lids drifted downward. “Eyes on me,” he barked, his voice hoarse, telling me his orgasm had him over the edge.
“Please Rayden, why are you doing this?”
“Punishment,” he growled. “Because you need to be shown what it is to be denied the pleasure you desperately want. Because that’s what you did to me, didn’t you? Denied me pleasure that was mine. You took that, didn’t you, Zena?”
Slowly, I shook my head. My legs quivered as I tried to control the pressure of my finger. My orgasm raced down my spine. “I’m going to come,” my voice trembled.
“Come, and I swear to God, it’s the last fucking orgasm you’ll ever have.” His knuckles tightened, his strokes grew harder, faster. “Make me come, Zena. Tell me to come. Use your words.”
I bit down on my lip, squeezing my thighs, my orgasm threatening to burst. I swallowed and wet my lips. Holding back tightened every muscle in my body as it begged for release. Desperate, I wanted to come but his warning told me this wasn’t one of his usual mischievous tricks. This was Rayden’s punishment. I’d hurt him.
“Come for me, handsome. Let me see you squirt all over those beautiful abs,” I whimpered, the recollection of making him come over facetime, spiraled my need. “Come for me, baby, I want to see that thick hot cum. I want to suck every single drop from that delicious slit. Then I want you to spread my legs and stretch my pussy, fuck me till I cry.” I shoved my finger into my pussy, mimicking what it would look like if he were fucking me, the nails of my other hand digging into my thigh to stay my orgasm.
“Fuck.” He leaned his head back against the rest, hips flexing, and hand pumping hard and fast until white ribbons squirted from that bulbous head, painting his abs in thick, creamy streaks.
I moaned low, closing my eyes against the sight, knowing it could be my undoing if I stared. It’d been so long since I’d been this aroused. Annoyed, I bit down on my tongue and opened my eyes to find Rayden watching me. Indifference giving him a look of utter boredom.
