I start to take her hard. Fast, wanting to come, wanting to claim. She sucks me as best she can until she just lets me bang her mouth and throat like it’s a cunt, and it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build, the pleasure to grow to an almost unbearable level. My balls tighten, and I grip her hair, her drool dripping over my balls and wetting my thighs as I hammer into her. Harder and harder until the sweetest, sharpest pleasure overtakes everything, and I come down her throat, cock twitching.
I want to stay in that warm embrace forever. I want to wreck her so she knows she belongs to me. Hate or no hate, she’s mine.
But I step away.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she asks.
I wrap a hand around her nape and draw her up to me. “What I really want is to throw you on my desk, spread you open wide, and eat you out until you writhe in agony from the forced orgasms.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
I smile, and I kiss her again, probing her mouth with my tongue, licking my way along her teeth and lips before plunging in all over again. “Both.”
“My favorite.”
With a sigh, I release her. “On the bed is a dress. Wear it. The shoes, too. I’ll be waiting.
I decide to shower and change in the guest room. Too many distractions in mine. I’m aware the blowjob was nothing more than a taste, a precursor to more, and I want that more.
But I’m also a man of discipline, and I like to push myself. The party tonight will be a master class in the art of control.
It’s hard, fucking hard, not to go into my room to watch her dress in clothes I picked out and laid out myself before finding her. Instead, I go to the kitchen, passing the wet bar with the blood-infused whiskey. It’s a seminal drop, unbelievably expensive and everything we love distilled down into such purity it gets us drunk, just like actual whiskey.
But I want some real blood for sustenance. I’m sure Elliot found my supply and depleted it, so I may have to get more brought up to restock.
I open the fridge and my heart lurches sideways.
Elliot didn’t touch a drop.
That’s…unexpected.
I pull out a bag and fill a wine glass. Cold blood that’s still living in the right ways is an acquired taste, and one I like.
“I had protein bars.”
I turn, glass halfway to my mouth, and I almost forget how to breathe.
The blonde curls have been slicked back, emphasizing the elegant angles of her face. The simple style change has given her a more refined, classic look, and the red shine ofthe satin, along with the black heels, completely erases the innocent fairytale façade and trades it for a dangerous edge. She looks more like she walked out of one of my most depraved fantasies and every bit the ruthless killer she is now.
“Turn around,” I say and motion for her to spin.
She narrows her eyes but does as asked, and I down my drink before making my way to her.
Undoing the choker is easy; it slips off into my hand, and her sharp, deep intake of air and sudden tension to her muscles tell me she’s feeling her strength return to its full potential.
I hope this decision doesn’t turn into one I regret. I want to be able to trust Elliot. I want to have her at my side.
“Who and what you are is your choice.” I trace the line of her spine from nape to waist. “If you cannot handle this freedom and the power it bestows, I will reattach the collar. I know you hate it, but I like the look of it on you.”
“Like a pet?”
“Like you’remine,” I whisper in her ear, and I don’t miss the shiver that races over her.
Reaching into my pocket, I slide the other choker around her throat, this one encrusted with diamonds, and lock it in place.
“What does this one do to me?”
“Apart from announce you belong to me? Not a damn thing.”
