Page 63 of Blood and Trouble

“I told you to stay still,” he said, running his rough palm over my ass. I hissed from the burn. “Only good little sluts who listen get to come.”

I shouldn’t like the way he called me a slut. I shouldn’t enjoy the complicated mix of praise and degradation. After all, wasn’t I in this mess because I’d degraded myself? But he said it was his job. That I gave him that power. And when the weight of his words sank into my soul, I let them consume me. In this scene, I was a slut for him. I was good for him. I was both and nothing and everything.

When I stopped squirming and hung my head over the side of his legs, he returned to his ministrations. Plucking my clit. Squeezing it between his fingers. Spearing his middle and ring finger inside me. My cunt squeezed around them, the cool air in the room contrasting the hot slick running down the insides of my legs.

“There you go,” he said. “See, isn’t that so much easier?”

“Yes, sir.” I moaned and focused on the sensations—the warmth spreading from my cunt to my heart, the tingles shooting down my legs, the stiffness in my toes from curling against the floor. I was close. So, so close. Every nerve spun into a frenzy, coalescing into the way he stroked inside me.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” He ran his hand from my shoulder down my back to my ass, gripping each cheek where he’d punished me, sinking his nails into my tortured skin. The pain added to the euphoria and pushed me closer to that edge.

“Please,” I muttered. “Please let me come. I want to. I need it. Please, sir. Please.” I rambled nonsense, the filter between my brain and my mouth long since turned to mush.

“Hmm,” he replied. I thought he’d leave me hanging on the precipice of heaven and damnation. But then one wet finger rubbed up against the entrance in my ass. If it were anyone else, I would have stiffened and called the safeword. No one had ever touched such a sensitive place. But this was Lycan, and I’d marked yes to anal play on the checklist. I was far too gone in the scene to care. When he applied a tiny bit of pressure, I wilted, and my entire body exploded.

I couldn’t control it. My muscles tensed, and my fangs elongated, and my back bowed off his lap. The scent of our combined arousal filled my mouth, shooting down my throat. Stars burst behind my eyelids. My cunt clenched and spasmed, and the sloppy, wet sounds rebounding off the walls added to the obscenity. I came with the ferocity of a woman who’d buried that part of herself years ago only for it to burst out of its tomb with a vengeance. I’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be with someone like this, to trust someone with my body and my soul and my vulnerability. My world had tilted on its axis, and I’d never be the same.

“There it is,” he said with a hearty laugh, working me through it, rubbing me and fucking me like it was his pleasure and his orgasm. “Fuck, yes. Let it go, Trouble. Give it to me. All of it. You dirty little slut. I want it all. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He said deplorable things while I moaned, rocking against his hand, riding it out. It seemed to go on forever until it hurt and I grew too sensitive and pulled away.

“Too much, huh?” He wrapped an arm under my chest to help me up. “Slowly now. There we go.”

My head swam from being upside down for so long, but Lycan was quick to help me into his lap, my legs dangling over one side. He looked wrecked, his eyes glowing, his cheeks flushed, his fangs long and glistening in the low light. I’d never seen anyone look more beautiful in their fury.

“My beautiful wife,” he said. “My darling Trouble. Come here.” He leaned me against his torso and rested my head against his chest, his racing heart pounding in my ears. The tangy aroma of his scent drifted around us, entangling me in sex and lust and pheromones. It had to be his bonding scent, but I didn’t know for sure. In that post-climax bliss, I didn’t know anything, and I didn’t care. “You did so good. You’re so amazing. You’re perfect. Made for me, aren’t you?”

He hugged me tight, grounding me in his presence, and planted kisses along my temple and the top of my head. I looked up to meet his gaze and smiled.

“You’re too good to me,” I said.

He laughed and kissed me tenderly, far too pure for someone who’d just had their finger in my ass. At the contact, his cock kicked between us, nudging up against my leg.

Oh.

Right.

Here I was, being selfish and taking a so-called punishment, and he’d gotten just as turned on. I was supposed to be the one pleasing him. I wanted to be that for him.

“Can I suck you off, sir?” I asked, doing my best to sound neutral and not too enthusiastic. If I wanted it too much, he might turn me down as an extension of my discipline, and I really wanted it.

Lycan ran a finger down my cheek and nudged my chin, tilting my head up so he could lean down to kiss me again. “In a minute.”

I tried not to let my disappointment show. I’d wanted this since that night in the hotel. I wanted to know the grip of his hands in my hair, the taste of his precum on my tongue, the sounds he’d make as he came and spilled down my throat. And tried as I did to hide these desires, he saw right through my thinly veiled armor.

He chuckled and nodded to the space between his legs. “Alright. On your knees then. Arms behind your back.”

I scrambled off his lap, hurrying to get into position before he changed his mind. I grabbed my elbows and sat back on my heels, staring up at him while I waited for another command.

“So eager to be my little cock sleeve?” He tsked his teeth and stood, grabbing a pillow from the couch to drop down at my side. “Kneel on that. This will probably be over embarrassingly quick, but I still don’t want bruises in places I didn’t intentionally put them.”

I did as he asked, my heart pounding as I waited for him to circle in front of me. He approached like a predator, eyes gleaming, fangs on full display. When he stopped inches from my face, I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and stared up at him.

Towering over me with those glowing eyes and that cocky set to his mouth, he seemed like a fallen angel. A devil. A god and a world destroyer all rolled into one. And I was his devout disciple, willing to bear any terrible decree as long as he bestowed it upon me.

He undid his belt and yanked it from his pants, the leather’s swoosh through the fabric bouncing off the walls. Then he pushed the button through the hole and pulled down the zipper, reaching inside to pull out his gorgeous cock. I scooted closer, trying to ignore the clench in my cunt from wanting to be filled again.

“Stick out your tongue, pet.” When I did, he gripped the base of his cock and tapped the head against it, teasing me, perhaps even teasing himself. “I’ll start slow. But then I’m going to fuck your throat. Keep your hands behind your back, but if you need to stop, bring them to my thighs. Okay?”