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“Fuck, you’re so perfect. So goddamned perfect. Perfect for me.”
Kicking off his boots and stripping off his pants, he stood completely naked before me. His scars extended all the way down his body. They were a part of him and only served to turn me on more—if that was possible.
“Tell me what you feel when you look at me.”
I watched his enormous hand, encircling his thick shaft, moving the skin up and down, and it was mesmerizing.
I didn’t even need to think about it. “Hunger,” I said.
“Fuck. And tell me what you see when you look at me.”
“Power.”
“Such a good girl,” he groaned. He ran his tongue over his teeth, smiling, and shook his head at me, then turned and walked across the dungeon. “Perfect fucking answers from my perfect little slut.”
From a table by the door, he took the key to my wrist shackles. He made his way back over to me, with his veined and throbbing erection straight and ready. Very carefully and very slowly, he undid the iron locks. I flexed my fingers as he placed a kiss to my palms. But much to my surprise, he didn’t undo my leg restraints—not yet. Instead, he took a coiled length of rope from the hook on the wall.
“It’s time to make a woman out of you, Iris. Time for you to learn to take my cock. Time for your body to worship me. Are you ready?”
Chapter 15
Iris
He bound my wrists tightly with the rope, then unbuckled me from the table. Once he was certain I was steady on my legs, which were wobbly from so much pleasure and struggle, he led me across the dungeon to a secondary door. The door opened onto a small room, containing only a bed, which I noticed was bolted to the floor. He led me over to it and then shoved me face down onto the mattress. Though his actions were rough and aggressive, there was a deliberateness that made me feel protected and cared for in a way that I had never felt before.
“Get on your knees. Face down. Forehead to the sheets.”
I did exactly as he said, nestling my knees beneath me. I crossed my legs, calf-over-calf, and lifted my hips.
“That’s right. Offer that ass to me. Fucking do it.”
Wiggling on my knees, I rounded out my hips, smiling myself into the mattress. Trying to make myself irresistible. But just as he had when I was on the table, he made me wait. I knew better now than to struggle, to ask, to question him. I trusted him to do what needed to be done; I trusted him with my body, with whatever came next. Patiently, vibrating with anticipation, I waited.
He was close but not yet touching me. The heat of his abdomen warmed the backs of my thighs, but he didn’t let his skin touch mine.
One minute passed. Two. Three.
The soft sound of him stroking his cock mixed with the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.
I wanted to demand to know what came next, but I’d already risked his fury when I sassed him earlier. I had to be careful. I knew that. And so I waited in the strangled pleasure of not knowing making breathing harder and harder.
“Breathe, baby,” he said, so in tune with me it was hard to understand. “Fucking breathe.”
I inhaled, long and slow, letting myself melt into the featherbed. I let my back relax and arch so that my stomach touched my thighs, so that my breasts compressed beneath me. Still though, I was nervous, and in spite of myself I curled my toes with anticipation.
“Fuck. I love to see you squirm.”
With the broad head of his enormous cock, he parted the lips of my pussy, positioning himself right at my opening.
“It’s going to hurt, this first time. But I need you to embrace that pain. It is the ultimate gift for us both.” Now he gripped my hips and I felt myself melt even further. His touch was such a relief. I had needed it so desperately for so long. Now I had it, I never wanted him to let me go.
My muscles seized up, through my abdomen and hips, all the way to my calves. I released my breath on a groan and squeezed my rope restraints. His massive fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, grounding me through the disorienting, burning pain.
With each passing second, I felt my body do what it was made to do: to hold him, to keep him. He growled as he felt the resistance of my virginity, blocking his complete entrance.
“Time for me to fucking take that cherry,” he said, relishing the word I’d chosen to embody my power. And with one powerful thrust, he drove all the way into me, making us one in a pinching wave of pleasure-pain-relief. I gasped again, feeling my virgin blood spill from me in a warm wave. “Jesus fucking Christ, Iris. That…” He gasped, inching deeper. “That’s fucking heaven. You are so fucking tight.”
