She’s fully exposed now, so vulnerable, flushed pink from her earlier touch. Now she’s spread before me like an offering to her god, completely at my mercy.
And I plan on making her believe gods are real.
I look up at her from between her thighs, a maddening hunger taking over everything else right now, and the anticipation in her gaze makes me completely lose it. “Every night from now on, you’ll do whatever I say. Nothing of this will be a lie anymore. Because I will be your only truth. The only one you will ever belong to. The one you’ll fucking worship.” I groan, my mouth joining her warm skin. My breath hot against her sensitive flesh,making her tremble despite the contempt I still see in her gaze. She hates me for making her crawl, and I love it when she’s that much harder to break.
“I’m going to devour you,” I say, my tongue leaving a straight trail along the whole length of her cunt. She keeps her ground, doing her best to remain unmoved, supposedly still upset about earlier. But she won’t be able to resist me, because now I see it as a challenge. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll forget your own name, forget why you really came here, forget everything except who you belong to now,” I whisper against her flesh, my voice a dark promise of what’s to come.
I see her opening her mouth to say something again, but it cuts off into an abrupt silence as my tongue makes contact. in a long, exact stroke that turns any protest into a gasping moan.
Still, that’s enough teasing. I’m not gonna ease her into it. I fucking feast on her cunt, consuming her with the same intensity I do everything else in my life.
My tongue circles her clit before flicking across it, and her body instantly tightens, her breath galloping, knowing she doesn’t have a chance against me.
“You taste like sin, little curse,” I murmur, and the vibration of my words makes her hands reach for my shoulders. “You should be something I should deny myself. But I won’t. I’ll take you broken and make you mine.” I say as she arches into my mouth, grabbing a fistful of my hair to anchor herself before the sensation sweeps her away.
“That’s it. Let go. Show me how much you want this.” I encourage, sliding a finger inside her as my tongue continues its relentless assault. “Show me how badly you want to crawl for me every night.”
“I don’t—” Her lie breaks on a gasp as I add a second finger, curling them upward to hit the spot that makes her head fall back. “I don’t want this after you humiliated me.”
I laugh, dark, in control. “I didn’t see it as humiliation. I saw it as submission.” I raise my eyes to look at her. “But for someone like you, that’s how it feels. Letting go. Letting yourself belong to someone feels like humiliation. When in fact, it means something entirely different.” I take her clit between my lips and suck on it until I hear her moan so loudly the walls shake with the sound. “It means possession. It means protection. It means the fucking devil taking you to heaven.” I suck again, harder this time, and her body jolts with the thrill. Then I flick my tongue again until she cries out. “And I’m going to give all of this to you. No matter what that sharp tongue of yours says. I can see what you’re really craving,” my fingers curl again, and she pulls the roots of my hair like she’s going to rip it out. “Today, tomorrow, whenever I fucking want. Because this—” my fingers thrust deeper, making her arch off the desk “— is mine now.”
She shakes her head, denying my words, even if her body leans rocks into my fingers, greedy and desperate for more. She probably hates me right now, hates that I’m doing this to her. Hates me for reducing her to this quivering mess of need and want. A mess that will do anything for me right now. My free hand moves up to find her breast, fingers pinching her pierced nipple just enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain.
My hand on her breast, my mouth between her legs, my fingers in her dripping cunt; everything I need to take her to the edge. A place she’s both desperate to avoid and desperate to fall over. I can see the battle inside her. It’s hard letting go when the only person you ever belonged to was yourself, when the only person you ever trusted was yourself. But if I can forgive, I need something in return.
“This is not something you can avoid, little curse. Not something you should fight, because either way, there’s no chance you’re winning.” I say, thrusting inside her until her eyes widen like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. “You’re sovulnerable for me. I’m going to fuck you until you beg to crawl for me.” I say, my fingers curling inside of her until she cries out. “I’m going to bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days. Every step you take, every time you so much as move, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
I suck on her clit again, gently grazing it with my teeth, just enough to make her back bow off the desk.
“I don’t—” she tries again, the words fragmented by her ragged breath. “I don’t belong to you.”
I only respond by increasing the pace of my fingers, curling them while my tongue works through endless patterns that have her seeing stars. Her resistance is crumbling,her body betrays her, and I know that so does her heart.
“Say it,” I demand, lifting my head and slapping her sensitive flesh until it turns bright pink.
“No,” she mutters through the shock, though even like this, her words lack conviction, because her hips move against my hand, chasing the pleasure I offer.
“Then I’ll stop. You know me. You know I will.” I start withdrawing my fingers, and she makes a sound of protest that she would definitely find humiliating if things were different. “Say it, or I’ll tie you to the desk and leave you like this.”
She knows I would. I would definitely leave her here. Naked and trembling on the edge of reality, just to prove my point, just to break her a little more.
Her nostrils flare, trying to hold back the words she knows she has to say. Because they’re not meaningless. It isn’t a lie. It’s just the truth she’s afraid of admitting.
So I bite her clit again, giving her a little nudge to speak.
Her lips tremble, swallowing curses and moans, but unable to swallow the truth. “Yours,” she whispers, like she’s done her part, hoping I won’t hear her.
It only makes me smile. I could push for more, but a deal is a deal, even if it’s with a devil. So I go for the kill, my tongue dancing between her folds, my fingers working inside her until her voice is raw with pleasure and the taste of her sweet release fills my mouth.
“Surrender looks amazing on you,” I whisper, watching her eyes try and regain focus, like she’s just taken a strong dose of her favorite drug.
I don’t give her time to recover. No time to catch her breath before I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her down against the cold surface of the desk.
She flinches from the contrast of my heated body above her. “I want to hear your purr for me,” I whisper, feeling her melt beneath me, surrendering just like I want her to.
Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening as she struggles with her impulses to defy me. I give her a little warning so she won’t get any ideas. My hand comes down hard on her ass, the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. And I watch my handprint bloom on the tender flesh there. Another mark of mine on her body.
She bites back a gasp, but I still hear it.
