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When I'm spent, I wipe the corner of her lips, assessing her reaction. I'm at a point I should stop. It's early into our arrangement, and she's not ready for more. But I'm playing with Satan now. The rush I'm feeling is borderline crazy, and I have no more control left. I can't convince myself not to keep pushing her. It's a place a Dom should never be and one I've never been to before.
That's the thing about Blakely and why I never touched her in the past. Deep down, I knew she was different. Maybe even then, I knew I wouldn't have control over my actions.
Hatred and confusion swirl in her expression. Defiance slowly fights its way through, challenging me in my crazed state, digging deeper into my desire to push her past the limit I know I should.
"Say thank you, Sir," I demand.
She glares at me and turns toward the window, blinking hard.
I crouch down and tug her chin in front of me. "I'm waiting."
Her lips tremble harder, and her voice cracks. "Thank you, Sir."
I pick her up off the floor and sling her over my shoulder.
"Riggs!" she cries out, slapping my back.
"Stop it, pet, or there will be consequences," I threaten.
She stills but digs her nails into my ass.
I carry her to the bedroom, then place her on the bed.
She looks at me in question.
I cage my body over her, stating, "We need to work on your self-control."
"My self-control?" she questions in an angry tone.
"Were you trying to end up pregnant?" I accuse.
She gapes at me.
"I told you not to come," I hurl.
"Then you shouldn't have stuck your dick in me," she states.
My lips curl, and another wave of obsession and power rolls through my veins. I lower my voice, trying to feign that I'm in control, but I know I'm not. "When I say there's no coming, you don't disobey."
She clenches her jaw, throwing daggers at me with her eyes.
I reach for the nightstand, pull out the handcuffs, and restrain her wrists to the headboard.
She tugs on them. "Let me out, Riggs!"
"There's only one way out, pet. And you know what that is. Now either say your safe word, or put on your big girl panties," I order.
Her chest rises and falls heavier.
"No coming," I mutter and drag my tongue over her breast.
She stays quiet, other than the sound of her breaths.
I roll my finger over her clit, and she squeezes her eyes shut. I demand, "Open your eyes, Blakely."
She obeys, hardening her features.
I chuckle, enjoying how my pet has hatred all over her and directed at me. That look drives me to continue, and I kiss her neck, moving closer to her mouth. As much as I want to, I don't allow myself to break my kissing rule.
