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For a long moment, he stayed there, motionless. He didn’t move. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t soften his eyes. He was like a hunter, eyeing his prey. He just let the tension build and build until I could hardly think.
I squirmed and bucked and whined. I wanted his mouth; I wanted his skin.
“Fucking relax,” he said. “I know you’ve seen horses broken. You know what the fuck to do.”
Oh god. I took a deep breath and nodded. Calm. Calm. The sooner I stopped bucking, the better. The sooner I submitted, the sooner we could get to whatever came next.
I willed myself to calm down. I let it pour through me like honey. Through my throat, my arms, my stomach, my legs. I even forced myself to unclench my pussy. As I did, I felt a trickle of wetness spill from between my legs.
His eyes flashed.
“Good girl. Listen to me and I will treat you right. I will make you a fucktoy first—and a goddess always. I will ruin you and then make you whole. I will be your fucking everything.”
With that, he slid his tongue up my sex, forcing a near convulsion from me. He toyed and played with my most sensitive area.
My body jerked against the chains, but I was powerless to move. I gripped the chains hard, desperate to hang onto something, anything, as the pleasure made the room swirl. With two fingers he stretched my opening and dipped his tongue inside me, sucking and biting and slurping up my wetness. My thighs desperately tried to close around his head, but my restraints were too tight.
“Fight them all you fucking want,” he said, wiping his rough cheek on my inner thigh, “There’s not a fucking thing you can do to get away from me now.”
It was true. The more I fought, the less focus I had on him. So I let go, bit by bit, to the feeling between my legs. Somewhere in all the pleasure, my restraints gave me strength; they held me up when I thought I’d pass out from the pleasure. That tongue, oh my sweet lord, that tongue of his. It was magic.
He groaned, a deep rumble that I felt more than heard, and then pulled away to say, “Christ, you taste good. I want you so fucking bad.”
His beautiful lips were slippery with my wetness. God, how I wanted to clean him. God, how I wanted his kisses on my mouth.
He didn’t give them to me. All I could do was ask, my voice a shaking whisper, “Will you kiss me?”
He shook his head. “No. When I choose to I will and not before.”
Oh God, why was that so sexy? I let out an almost cat-like purr, a sound I’d never made ever before. Like some primal part of me was begging him, speaking a language I didn’t know I knew. It was as if I’d known his answer before I even asked. I knew I was on thin ice, but I pushed a little harder, testing him. Seeing what might happen.
“If you give me what I want, then I have the power. And you don’t want that.”
He ground his teeth together. He looked mad but also delighted. Both things at once. I’d seen that look before—the fury of a good challenge.
“You’re thinking too much,” he growled.
Smiling a little, he drew the thin skin of my sex tight over my clitoris. Then, using his huge first finger, he flicked a quick succession of hard taps on my clit, making me writhe with pain and pleasure. “I need you to come hard for me, Iris. Really fucking hard.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“If you ever hold back with me,” he said, stopping to suck my clit away from my body in a way that made me squirm, “I will not be pleased. It’s your job to please me. I want all of you. I want you loud and raw and impolite. You got that?”
That, at least, I did understand, and I nodded, swallowing hard. Fear had made my throat dry. Fear and excitement both.
Now he penetrated me again, this time with his middle finger. “The first time I ever saw you, at the harvest festival, you looked like little more than a girl.”
I stared down at him, blinking hard. “I did?”
He smiled up at me.
“Fuck yes, you did. You were in a dark green dress. But you’re a woman now.”
The memory spun my thoughts back to that day. I had to fight with my own brain to get there, determined as it was to focus only on what was going on between my legs. “I remember. But I don’t remember you.”
He didn’t say anything more, but instead took me in his mouth again. He sucked and bit and dipped his tongue inside me. When he growled against my pussy, I felt a new wave of pleasure and gasped up at the stone ceiling. “Oh my God.”
