“Anything,” I quickly responded. “Absolutely anything. I’m yours for the night. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Well, I think the things I want to do to you go far past the limitation of one night.” A shiver raked itself down my spine at the words. They held a promise, and I didn’t know if I should be afraid or welcomed to the idea.
Secretly, I had always wanted to be owned. All of my life, even when I was a little girl, I knew I was protected and loved by dozens of men. But that never took away the loneliness I felt. That loneliness grew into an ache for ownership as I grew into adulthood. I had always been confused about it, though. It wasn’t like I wanted a collar and a leash around my throat.
Or I did and I was just really fucking tired of lying to myself.
But, the better question was, did I want Aureo to be the one who held that title? The title of owning me?
How could I possibly want that from only one night?
“You’re thinking very loud. Your body is tense,” Aureo said, breaking my rapidly growing thoughts. “What is it?”
A hysterical laugh fell out of me. “There is something wrong with me.”
His fingers on my back halted mid trek, pushingdown on the middle of my back until I was forced into an arching position. “And why do you say that?”
“Because it’s true,” I snapped. My quickly sated state evaporated, filling with irritation instead. I wasn’t used to someone wanting inside my head and I still didn’t know how to feel about him. This could only be one night. I wasn’t going to let someone into my head after a one night stand. That was how attachment issues become stalker-level.
A deep sigh flitted through Aureo. His fingers continued this ministrations, slowly crawling up my back until they reached my hair. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my skull, fisting my long, black hair into a knot around his fist and pulled roughly. “And here I thought I could fuck the brat out of you. Is this how you’re going to be all night?” I met him in silence. My brain was unbelievably overstimulated from the amount of thoughts racing through me and I didn’t know if I was going to weep, beg, or spontaneously combust.
He continued, tsking under his breath. “Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. If I had known you liked avoiding questions so much, I would have kept gagging you.”
“Maybe you should have.”
“Oh, really? Is that what you want?”
I wish he would get the fucking hint. I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted someone to decide that for me, for fucks sake. I wanted to not make a single decision at all.
Instead, I said, “Yes.”
Before I could blink, Aureo’s hold on my hair disappeared, forcing my neck to go slack. I nearly whimpered from the loss of contact and strain I didn’t know I was even enjoying. Moments later, his hand tilted my face up, forcing my eyes to land on his molten gaze. The brown in his gaze felt midnight black, though I knew for a fact that when he was smiling or near sunlight, they would turn into the finest of honey.
Too captivated in his gaze, I hardly noticed my bunched up, wet panties in his hand until the sound of them ripping filled the heated air.
Anger hit me again. “What the fuck? I liked those!” I whined.
“Oh, drop the fucking prideful princess act for a fucking minute. I’ll buy you a new pair.”
Before I could come back with a matching retort, the lacy material was shoved in my mouth, effectively silencing anything I could have ever said. A flitting sense of shame filled me as the taste of my own arousal hit my tongue. Quickly, he tied my own pantiesaround my head, knotting them at the back of my skull until my mouth was open and cheeks were spread roughly. He finished tying the knot and moments after, a harsh smack landed on my ass, forcing a muffled whine out of me. Ilovedit.
“Oh, would you look at you now. Fuck, you look like such a good girl when you’re this vulnerable for me. On your hands and knees, back arched, gagged and silent like the doll you should be. Should I take a picture for you to see?”
I shook my head. Absolutely not. I did not need to see how pitiful I looked like this, at the mercy of another man’s touch and attention. I already felt the drool seeping down my chin from the odd position of my mouth. The last thing I needed was toseeit.
He laughed mockingly. “Oh, you don’t have a choice. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you while you’re like this. Do you understand me?”
I looked up at him, eyes filling with tears. I didn’t even know why I was crying at this point. Rather than any look of pity or attraction in his gaze, I was met with a devilish smirk instead. Looking around, he reached over me. Thinking he was going to smack my ass again, I wiggled it towards him, only to be met with yet another mocking laugh.
“So, so eager. Such an eager little girl,” he whispered, humor filling his tone into a mocking rather than supportive setting. I looked back at him, nearly drooling from the sight of his filled frame and bobbing cock, only to stop short when I noticed the cell phone in his hand.
Fuck.
Double fuck.
What had I gotten myself into?
The sound of a camera shutter mixed with my heaving puffs of air. Aureo bit his lip as he stared down at his phone. I nearly came undone when he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking slowly to the picture he just took of me.
