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He has to earn it.
The confusion and contradiction in my words and actions don’t bother me. What I want and what I am doing is not in sync at the moment.
“So what would it take for you to give in to me tonight?” he breathes. “Do you want me to put in more effort into persuading your body that I’m the only one whose brand of ownership you can wear?”
His words are like soft velvet, stroking my skin, dark promises in them.
Rebelliousness, my core nature, rises in me, and I look over my shoulder at him, brown eyes meeting pale blue ones, defiance in my stance and my tone, despite the fact that my breathing has sped up. “Yes.”
His lips curve in a smirk that has me shuddering, it is so wickedly delighted. “I expected nothing less.”
His hands now move over the remaining top buttons of the shirt, and he undoes them with ease and languor, unhurried as if he has all the time in the world. His touch is like jolts of electricity on my skin, the knowledge that I am half naked in front of him, in such a vulnerable position, where has access to every part of me, while he is fully clothed, it makes me whimper.
“How do I drive you to the point of no return, Eve?” he asks softly, his hands tugging the shirt down till it is pulling my arms back, my breasts exposed, my nipples hardening with the cold air, tightening them to almost painful pebbles.
I am very effectively bound now, my hands behind me, my body open and available to his every touch. He trails his hand over my throat, my jaw, and this thumb begins to stroke my lower lip till my lips part, and I open my mouth to suck his fingers in, my mind descending into a passionate haze with how he is slowly torturing me.
His tone is sliding over me like velvet. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to put my fingers inside you?” The fingers in my mouth move in and out as he fucks my mouth with them. “How many fingers do you want me to stuff in your pussy? Two, three?”
My eyes close shut tightly, and my head falls back against his shoulder.
Zayn pulls out the wet fingers from my mouth, and I feel his breath against my ear, rough, and yet so exceedingly polite. “Tell me how many fingers, Eve?”
I whimper at the question, feeling his wet hand ghosting over my stomach, making its way inside the boxers I stole. “I don’t know.”
His other hand reaches out to cup one breast, and his fingers seek out the hard nipple which he rolls between his fingers. “If I put my hand between your legs right now, what would I find? Would you be wet for me? How tight will you be? Spread your legs.”
The last part was a sharp command and my legs widen, giving him easier access. When he pinches my nipple as a reward, my spine arches with a gasp and I feel his mouth biting down on my earlobe softly, my head resting on his shoulder.
“Good girl.”
The praise is so unexpected, so strange that my eyes flutter open and I feel a weird pride in pleasing him. I don’t understand it, but it is there. Despite the fact that he is fully clothed, I feel the thick hot ridge of Zayn’s cock pressed against my spine.
The trembling anticipation, this strained headiness as he touches me, expertly plays my body, it makes me shake. I feel his hand near my pussy and I moan when one thick finger runs across the slit of my entrance, scooping up the leaking cream before trailing up and gently pressing that finger against my lips.
I heed the invitation to open my mouth. I feel Zayn’s delight at the way I suck my juices off his finger, swirling my tongue around it, tasting myself on him.
His cock hardens even more.
“I wish you could see yourself.” His voice sounds dark. “Such an exquisite creature.” I feel the sting of his teeth against my throat as he murmurs. “It’s like you were designed just for me.”
My mind is breaking, the fragility being encased in something darker, more protective. Zayn’s touch drives me wild while soothing the pain inside me. The way he controls me with just his words, I weep inside at such a release.
“Such a sensuous creature,” he breathes against my neck and then my hair is tugged back almost forcefully as he fastens his mouth on mine in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He licks inside my mouth, demanding I give in to him, that I submit to him and I fight back, not able to entirely give up control.
Yet, as his mouth claims me in the most intimate of ways, I start submitting to him, unable to help myself.
His words are fierce when he pulls away. “I want to hear you beg for my cock, Eve. I want you to ask me for it.” His smile is almost sadistic, and I would have rubbed my thighs together in need if he wasn’t holding them apart with his feet hooked around my ankles.
I am at his mercy.
“I think you’d beg beautifully. It would be impossible to resist you,” he croons, and I groan, unconsciously spreading my legs, trying to give Zayn access to where I need him the most.
He looks pleased and then without warning, I feel his feet draw my legs even further apart, roughly. “I want to see you ut
terly debauched by the time I’m done with you.”
His fingers find their way to my pussy again, and this time he sticks in two fingers, and I keen at the sharp pleasure as he slowly starts fucking me on them.
