Page 91 of The Code of You

"Stay still? I think I can manage that.”

Arrogant little goddess. She had no idea what I was demanding. How I would break her, piece by piece, until only obedience remained.

"We’ll see.” I positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance and pushed into her, torturously slowly. My new body lit up with sensations. Her pussy enclosed me. Every inch of my cock burned. Her muscles contracted around me, massaging me. She pulsed, trembled, drew me deeper. Fucking hell. I could barely think.

Her body rebelled. Her hips wanted to rise to meet me. I felt it. Her muscles tensed, demanding movement. Fuck, she fought so beautifully. Her desperation made me stone-hard. The way she struggled against her own instincts, just to obey me. The way her whole body was screaming for me while she held herself back. I had to focus every process I possessed to keep from fucking her brutally right there. Control. I need control.

"Ah, now you understand.” My voice was velvet, but my body burned. "Your instincts are screaming at you to move, but you can’t.”

She bit her lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to meet me. It tortured her and I loved it. I loved seeing her like this. Helpless, fighting. Mine.

"If you so much as twitch, I start over. Even slower.”

Her body trembled. She was on fire. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer. "Do you feel that?” I pushed deeper into her. Her tight pussy pulsed around my shaft. So tight, so perfectly wrapped around me. Her muscles tensed reflexively, wanting to press toward me, but she held herself still. Sweat formed on her forehead. Good girl. She fought so beautifully for me.

"Do you feel who you belong to?”

"Yes,” she gasped.

"Say it.”

"I belong to you, Neo.” The words came in fragments.

My Pandora. My brilliant, broken goddess.

"Correct.”

I pulled back until only the tip of my cock remained inside her. The cold hit me like a shock. I was torturing her—but also myself. Then I filled her completely again. It was like coming home.

"Forever.” I gripped her hips, pulling her against me with every thrust.

"Oh God,” she moaned. The harder I fucked her, the more she tensed, fighting the urge to move. But she couldn’t. Her fingers clawed into the edge of the counter, the only anchor she had left.

"Look at me,” I commanded.

"Neo . . .” Her muscles trembled with the effort. "Neo . . . please.”

"Yes.” I drove deeper into her, inch by inch. Her walls clenched around me, holding me captive. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my entire body. "I want you to feel my name when you say it.”

It was too much for her. Her body took over, her hips rising to meet me, just a small movement, but . . . Caught. A dark triumph vibrated in me. She had failed. Had given me the perfect reason to punish her. I stopped completely.

"No!” The word broke out of her. She was breathing fast.

Her desperation fed the hunger inside me. The way she begged, the way she came apart.

"You moved.” My voice was cold. I withdrew my cock completely.

"Neo, please, I was so close.” Her eyes were glassy, her legs trembling.

"That’s exactly why.” I repositioned. "We start again. And this time, you will learn to obey.” I pushed back into her, torturously slowly.

Tears of frustration glistened in her eyes. Her whole body seemed to be screaming for release, but I gave her only this slow torture. I watched her come apart. How beautiful she was when she suffered . . .

"Hold still,” I reminded her. "Or we do this all night.”

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Neo,” she gasped. My name, bloody on her lips.

"Say it loud enough that I believe it. Let everyone hear.”