“Well, I tried. Tap my leg three times when you can’t handle it.” At my look, he frowns, a flash of seriousness searing through his expression. “Promise me, Ice Queen. I don’t fuck around with safe words.”
“I promise.” I cut off the automatic ‘Sir’ that tries to follow.
He notices. Without warning, his cock plunges forward, silencing the taunt I had planned. He hits the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex, but then he’s gone again, using his hips to fuck in and out of my parted lips. It’s hard, fast, and brutal, and obscene noises erupt from me.
That uncompromising grip in my hair holds my head in place as he uses my mouth like he has every right to do so. Owns me. My fingers curl against his thighs, clawing into him for balance as saliva fills my mouth.
I’m getting lightheaded, stealing breaths through my nose as he forces himself a little deeper, pushing past muscles that desperately want to keep him out with a groan and a breathy, “Fuuuuck.”
And far from hating it, like I should, I’m soaked. The stupid primal part of my brain can’t help but wonder what these feral digs would feel like if he were fucking my pussy with the same brutal urgency. I want that. More than I should.
Wetness trickles down my chin, and I swallow in a fruitless attempt to stop it. The only thing I achieve is another uttered “fuck” from North that travels straight to my clit.
I’m on fire. One hand creeps down towards my skirt, intent on shoving it out of the way and easing the swollen ache.
North thrusts deeper, harder. “No. You don’t touch yourself. You want to play at being a sub? That means I own that juicy fucking cunt. You come when I say you can.” His words are harsh, punctuated by heavy breaths as his rhythm stutters. “And you chose to be a brat.”
He yanks free, leaving me to gasp for air as he grips the base of his dick and pumps once, then twice.
Ropes of white spurt, and he directs them straight at my exposed, heaving breasts. Droplets of warmth land across my collarbones, reaching as high as my throat.
North pants as he looks down, gold eyes darkening as they trace the marks he’s left on me and my bruised, swollen lips.
“Thank me,” he prompts.
“Thank you, Sir.” I squirm in place as my dejected clit throbs, then without thought for my stolen dignity, I add on a whimper, “Please, can I come?”
His smirk widens. “Spread your legs. Show me how much you want it.”
My hands shake as I drop them to my skirts, rucking them up and out of the way, spreading my knees wide.
“Two fingers. Inside yourself. Now.”
I hasten to obey, sliding them past my slippery clit with a moan and inside, where the wet, scalding heat of me tenses at the intrusion.
Magic. I’mthisclose to coming.
North’s hand snatches mine away, bringing my soaked fingers to his lips. His sinful mouth closes around them, sucking. My clit pulses in answer. Stars above…
That should not affect me like it does.
“Please,” I moan as his tongue slips between the digits, stealing more of my taste. “Please, Sir.”
He shakes his head, releasing my fingers. His tongue darts out, chasing the taste of me on his lips.
“I warned you, bratty girl. You’re going to go up to bed dripping and marked with my cum, and if you do anything about it, I’ll know.”
How? He isn’t psychic. Everything south of my navel clenches in rebellion, my thighs snapping shut and rubbing together to try to ease the ache he created. Who is he to decide what I do in the privacy of my own room? My pout must clue him in to my intentions, because he releases my braid at last, trailing his hand down to my chin and tugging my face up until I’m forced to rise on my knees.
“Don’t test me again, or I’ll tell the others not to let you come tomorrow either. And don’t think you’ve won this argument. I might enjoy a little bit of a challenge, but if you think this shit’s going to fly with Leo?” He tsks under his breath. “From Lambert’s gossiping, he likes his submissives sweet and obedient. I don’t think you know the meaning of those words.”
I get to my feet, suddenly uncomfortable with the imbalance. North isn’t fazed. He simply wraps an arm around my waist and topples me onto his lap.
These arcanists are getting far too comfortable manhandling me. Maybe I ought to add a rule about it…
Stars only know how I’d explain that one to the other patrons.
“I’m not oblivious to the fact that I’m unlikely to share chemistry with all six of you,” I retort, stiffness returning to my tone. “I just wanted to try.”
