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“Don’t toy with me, Rían,” she growled and I gave her a dark chuckle for her fiery temper. Alessia was special. Somebody who could submit to me as gloriously as she could, had me on my knees, crawling toward her in worship.
Some called it a switc.- I just called it Alessia fucking Black.
She took what she wanted, what she needed, and never apologized for it.
“That’s the thing, sweetness. Tonight. I think that’s exactly what I want to do.”
Frustrated, she tried to sit up and take control. My hand back around her throat made it difficult as I pinned her back to the bed, the huge gray pillow doming around her head from the heavy imprint into the feathers. She hissed and I swiped the gun against her harder, loving it when she began to rock her hips with the action. She sought more friction… attention, and it was exactly what I planned on giving her. “Tonight, baby. You’ll be my good girl. The second you cease to be such, I’ll punish you. Understood?”
“Fuck you,” she spat, a taunting smile on her daring face.
“Is that how you want to play this, sweetheart?” I quirked a dark brow, watching every hitch in her breathing with heated fascination in my groin.
“I told you, darlin’, I want your fury. I want your punishment.”
I groaned because it was impossible not to.
Nobody ever, got this side of her.
Every mask she wore, was mine to witness. Every secret, every strength, and vulnerability.
It was all mine.
I stepped from the bed and she pouted. It was comical with her defined cheekbones and resting bitch face. It was hard to imagine such a daring woman being so soft and delicate. She was a woman of pure magnificence and I craved it. Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly secured her to the bed with the restraints wrapped around the frame. Spread like a starfish, I watched her thighs tense and knew she was clenching her pussy and wanted more. The dip in her throat rose and fell with her choppy breathing and her nipples hardened through the thin camisole. Back on the bed, I was back between her opened thighs, gaze intense on her core. I slid the steel blade up the inside of her leg and drew the thinnest line of crimson that painted her tanned skin exquisitely.
I followed the bleeding trail with my tongue and when she mewled in unbridled pleasure, I used the butt of the gun to slap her cunt one more time. The bed creaked as she pulled on her restraints, and as I hovered over her pussy, she tried to thrust her hips into my face. I smirked at her will, loving that no matter what, she would always chase the high.
The lioness taunted the king of the pride.
I cut the silken fabric of her shorts and marveled when they fell with ease to the bed, leaving her in nothing but royal blue, satin panties, perfectly stained with her wet patch of arousal. I could smell the sweetness of her cunt. It left my mouth watering.
I cut those next and when her honeyed core was exposed, her scent thickened and my eyes rolled back in my head. I needed a taste, just one quick taste. I ran my tongue through her slick folds and growled like a savage as her flavors burst to life inside of me. “Fuck.” The word was hissed and I no longer sounded like a man.
A man possessed maybe.
“You taste so damn good, love,” I whispered against her. The neatly trimmed little bush she owned like a queen, tickled against my nose and I pulled back to watch her gush a little for me. “Always so damn responsive.”
Swiping my index finger through her wet lips, I couldn’t help but do it a few times, mesmerized as I played with her faultless cunt and the wicked sounds she dispelled into the heated room. I gathered her on the tip of my finger and brought it to her lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how good this is, and then praise me for my restraint, sweetheart. Tell me I’m your fucking king.” The growl was involuntary, but when she smiled at me with defiance in her gaze, I knew it was warranted.
This time, I gently cut the crease of her thigh and her panting grew heavier, and so did her sweet little mewls. I wrapped my mouth around her pussy and sucked hungrily, the flick of my tongue toying with her clit as I lapped up the small cherry line of blood. “Now, princess.”
She hated when I called her that.
She bucked, her sweet peach grinding against my face as she took what she wanted. I dropped the gun and the knife. My hands flew to her risen ass as I grip her rounded globes with vicious ferocity. I kneaded and squeezed, knowing my prints would bruise into her smooth flesh and I buried my face into her pussy and devoured her like I was a man starved. There was no preamble, no playing. I tongue fucked her until she was screaming my name and on the edge of the cliff that would have her squirting all over me.
“Yes,” she cried and the sound of passion stole her tone and made her weep for me. “Fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes!”
Just as she was about to come, quaking around my enclosed head, I pulled back and smacked her cunt again. Allowing the sensual sting to bat away her orgasm for now. “You wanted punishment, darlin’. How was that?” I asked, pulling back and smirking at her outraged roar. She trashed and writhed, trying to get free so she could get those wicked hands on me. “Say it, Lessie. Say it, and I’ll make the ache feel so damn good,” I purred, my voice was as smooth as a shot of whiskey that burned in all the right ways.
I lifted the gun and slipped the head inside of her tight cunt, while our eyes locked and she least expected it. It rippled and I could feel the pressure on the handle. She clamped around the intrusion and tried to suck it in deeper. “You want me? This dick? Submit to me, sweetness. Submit, and I will make you feel better than you ever thought possible.”
She moaned and her neck arched, a sweet blush burning her tanned flesh pink. She gritted her teeth, reluctantly uttering, “You’re the king, Rían. The fucking king and I’m yours. Your restraint? Your power? It makes me crave you in ways that are too wicked to explain.”
“Try, love. Tell me, what do you want this king to do?”
“Make it hurt. Make me feel. Fuck me, Rían. Fuck me because I need it.”
I covered her, pinning her down with the full extent of my weight, forcing the air to gush from her parted mouth. I covered her with my own, stealing her very breath and branding her with a kiss that would sear like water on a hot skillet. She whimpered and I could hear the desperation as I fucked her slowly with the head of the gun. My arm was between us, and as I tormented her with the gun in one hand, I stroked her clit with the bloodied blade in the other. It moved against her like fine satin, slipping back and forth so fucking easily.
