Fuck.
I grind my teeth harder, enough to crack bone. I’m not fucking blind to Reverie’s beauty, but I’ve tried my best over the years to not let it affect me. I didn’t always succeed, but now more than ever, I’m failing fuckingdrastically. I’ve never seen her naked before now, and a large part of me is regretting all of this.
I need to control myself.
Think of someone else. Anyone else.
Exhaling a slow breath through my nose, I drag my eyes to the ceiling and force myself to recall the blonde I fucked a while back, picturing her tits instead. I’m fairly certain they were smaller. Or bigger? Fuck, no, bigger nipples and smaller tits. They were just as bitable as any other pair, at least from what I can remember, which is admittedly, almost nothing. But as Reverie twists against me in another attempt to wiggle from my hold, it draws my stare back down to her, and I’m having trouble rememberinganywoman’s breasts right now when hers are demanding my attention.
Her chest pumps wildly, and her trembling intensifies, though I suspect it derives more from fear than being cold now. It only makes my cock throb harder, almost to the point of pain.
“Dread, please,” she tries again, the words cracking in her throat. The sound travels straight between my legs, making my hips scream with the urge to grind against her.
Instead, I drop my lips against her ear, brushing them over the soft shell before whispering, “I love it when you beg.”
That stuns her long enough for me to pick up my phone again, click on the video option, and hit record.
“You’re going to be a good girl and stay still for me, yeah?” I rasp, keeping my voice low and encouraging. I keep my eyes on the phone,panning the camera down her lithe body caged against mine.
The sight is fucking mouthwatering. Drool pools around my tongue as I take in her curves, toned stomach, and full tits squished between her arms, putting those pretty nipples on full display. All the while, she trembles, only adding to the eroticism of it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I close my eyes, taking a moment to regain the control that’s quickly slipping through my grasp.
She may be a fucking vision on the outside, but on the inside, she’s like a rot that decays my teeth. Only a goddamn root canal could get her out.
“I’ll fucking scream,” she threatens shakily.
“Yeah? You want to know what will happen if you do?” I ask, my focus on the side of her face illuminated by the screen, providing a clear view of the deep crease between her brows, those watery eyes, and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth to keep it from trembling.
I grin before delivering a sharp nip to the soft lobe of her ear. “You’ll force me to cover your mouth, and my hands are big, you know?” I whisper. “I might cover your nose, too, and I won’t let go until you’re incapable of making a sound. I might even wait until you stop moving, just to be sure.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she shakes her head helplessly, a single tear sliding across her nose and dripping onto the sheets. My mouth parts, and I nearly groan.
It might be the first time I’ve seen her cry, which proves that this time, I’ve almost broken her. Delight stirs in my stomach, and I hope she gives me another tear. I’ll make sure to catch it on my tongue if she does.
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl,” I demand softly.
She shakes her head, and I tighten my arm against her throat, causing her eyes to snap open again. Her nails sink deeper into my skin, evoking a low growl to rumble deep in my chest.
“Let me hear you say it, Reverie.” The demand is rougher this time, less patient.
A whimper escapes her throat, an internal battle rendering her silent for another few moments.
“As a reward, I may keep your face out of it,” I say. “But I need to hear you’ll be a good girl for me.”
A harsh breath exhales from her nose, and her tone is clipped butbreathless as she bites out, “Fine. I’ll be a good girl, Dread.”
I hum again, forcing myself to ignore how erotic it is to hear those words on her tongue. Not because she’s acquiescing, but because I’ve heard a hundred women utter similar words, and they’ve never sounded so goddamn alluring.
“That’s it,” I murmur in approval. “Now, roll onto your back, put your hands above your head, and keep them there.”
I drop my arm from her throat and lay it flat, allowing her the room to do as I say. After a moment of hesitation, she tightens her lips into a firm line and turns onto her back, my forearm fitting into the curve of her nape. My abdomen contracts from the thrill of watching her lift her hands above her head, threading her fingers together and clutching tightly.
Biting back a grin, I switch the phone into my left hand right beside her face, freeing the other.
Picking up the Sharpie next to her side, I remove the cap with my teeth and spit it onto the bed.
