Stepping up behind her legs, I direct my cock back into her perfect channel. She’s even tighter in this position, but I can go deeper. Taking my chance, I slam into her with all the power I possess.
The sound that comes out of her throat is animalistic, at once conveying I’ve hit the spot and also please, fuck, hit it approximately one million more times.
She keens and moans as I piston my hips into my princess, my Mistress.
“Oh fuck, yes, just like that. And don’t you dare fucking come. Do you understand?” she hisses.
My balls draw up into my body with unexpected vigor. I already know that when she finally lets me come it’s going to be harder than I’ve ever come before.
I fuck us both into oblivion as Cinder becomes the center of my universe.
“Oh fuck,” she grits out as her fingernails scrape for purchase on the bench. She shakes and breaks apart around me and I don’t stop. I continue to pound into her. The need to conquer her consumes me, pushing me closer and closer to that razor's edge of control.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I don’t. I draw out her orgasm as her back arches. What I would give to reach a hand into her silky black hair right now.
Tossing me a dark look over her shoulder, Cinder’s eyes shoot straight through me like a sharpened sword.
“Come for me, Kai.”
I’m not sure if it’s the commanding way she delivers the order, or if it’s my name falling off her lips, but my body obeys before my mind can catch up. Stars sting and sparkle behind my eyes as my muffled moans reach my ears, as I pour into her. No, Iexplodeinto her. Even as I release, her inner muscles tighten and clench around me until she’s pulled every last drop from me.
Before I know it, we’re both sagged on the bench, panting and sweating. My wrists are free.
Cinder visibly shivers.
With numb hands, I remove the makeshift gag.
“Fuck me sideways,” I breathe.
“I think that’s what you just did to me,” she points out between pants.
I tilt my head. “Touche.” Then sense filters into my brain. The way she reacted to her stepfamily was not normal. “What did they do?”
She stiffens, then as if she is unable to hold any tension in her body after what we just did, she melts into the seat again. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Panic zips up me with a sharp sting.
I need her. I need her to play bride. I need her to help me convince the Mice to overthrow my father. Without her, none of this works.
Though something deeper inside me rips at hearing her sayshe can’t do this.
Is it my pride? No, something else. Something that bleeds.
I shove it aside.
“Cinder, I need you.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. I shouldn’t have come. I’m going home.”
Even when she’s breaking, she’s remarkably poised. She’s back to her usual mask of indifference. Her face flatlines. Brooks no arguments.
But by the gods, I’m going to argue.
Her only tell is her weak, shaky voice, and that rip inside me gushes more blood.
“Wait, just wait until tomorrow,” I beg. “I have something to show you. It’s the thing you most want.”
By the spark in Cinder’s eye, I know I have her intrigued, curious.
