Page 59 of Dark Angel

She sinks to her knees, head bowed in submission. I circle her, boots clicking on the polished hardwood floor, examining my prize. Mine to shape. Mine to break. A surge of possessiveness rises within, dark and primal, silenced only by the rapid beat of my heart.

I crouch before her, tilting her chin up with my fingers. 'Look at me, little dragon.' Despite her attempts to control her breath, her chest rises and falls rapidly as her gaze locks onto mine, eyes dark with longing, lips parted in anticipation. My chest tightens at the sight, a blend of anticipation and anxiety. I want nothing more than to give her everything she craves, to be the man she sees when she looks at me with such raw need.

With a slow breath, I temper the riot of emotion and slip into the role I was born to play. My fingers curl at my side, power crackling over my knuckles, as I peer down at her. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," she breathes. "I belong to you."

A fierce surge of possessiveness rises in my chest at her words. Mine. She could be mine, now and always, bound to me in body and soul. I fight the urge to claim her, to lose myself in the heady ecstasy of taking what is mine. Not yet. We have only just begun.

"Stand up and undress for me. Slowly." My voice emerges as a low growl, rough with desire and the effort of restraint.

She rises in a fluid motion, fingers playing with the zipper running down her dress. Inch by inch, she bares herself to me, revealing her gorgeous tawny skin and supple curves. I watch, motionless and silent, as her dress pools at her feet, desire warring with the need to maintain control. As I instructed, she’s wearing nothing underneath.

When at last she stands bare before me, I close the distance between us in two swift strides. My hand finds her throat, tilting her head to the side to expose the vulnerable line of her neck. She shivers under my touch but remains still, trusting in my lead.

"You are exquisite,” I whisper against her ear. "And you are mine." I want to kiss her, seal my claim with a bruising kiss but my fear holds me back. Instead, I pull back to admire her once more. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, flushed skin and parted lips betraying her arousal.

Mine.

The word echoes through my mind, a mantra I cling to as I grapple for control. I want nothing more than to lose myself in her, to drown in sweet surrender, but I can't afford such weakness. Not now, when she needs my strength and composure. I must be the anchor to tether her to this world, the shelter in which she can take refuge.

"On your knees," I command, my voice steady despite the riot going on inside me.

She obeys without hesitation, gaze locked on mine as she sinks gracefully to her knees. Trust. It resonates between us, a silent promise that steadies my resolve. I can do this. For her, I can do anything.

With slow, deliberate movements, I remove my shirt, watching her eyes widen in appreciation. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and a spark of heat ignites low in my abdomen. Soon, I tell myself. Patience.

I step closer, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. "What is your color?"

"Green, Sir. So green." Her smile is radiant transforming her beautiful face, all traces of doubt banished from her expression. Those four words ground me.

Reassured, I card my fingers through her short hair, fisting strands to pull her head back. A gasp escapes her, morphing into a soft moan as I place open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. Her pulse flutters rapidly under my lips, a staccato beat that matches my own.

"Please," she whispers, tilting her head to grant further access. "Please, Jade…”

“Who?” A low growl rumbles in my chest at the plea. Not yet. We have only just begun. Tonight, I will lay claim to every inch of her, draw from her a symphony of sounds to echo the melody within me. And when at last I grant release, she will know to whom she belongs.

“Please sir.”

The dim light in the playroom casts elongated shadows on the walls, giving life to an eerie, yet seductive atmosphere. As I arrange the floggers by size and material, the dark, ornate furnishings surrounding me seem to whisper promises of uncharted pleasure. My fingers brush over the suede and leather, each tool a promise of the sensations I plan to draw from Rayne's skin.

I start with a light touch, a caress that's as much a test for myself as it is for her. The first stroke lands delicately on her skin, and she lets out a faint sigh. The second follows, a little firmer, and her body shifts slightly, leaning into the sensation. A thrill of excitement courses through me at her responsiveness; this early in the session, her reaction is to sensation rather than pain, a discovery that sends an even deeper thrill through me. The rhythm builds, each stroke growing more assured, feeding off her reactions.

By the tenth stroke, I've honed in on her desires, reading the subtle cues of her body as if it were a map unfolded before me. I pause to look into her eyes, asking softly, 'Where are we at?' Her full lips part, and she responds with a breathless 'Green.' Her eagerness, her trust, and her responsiveness ignite a wave of desire within me, making me hard and fueling my resolve to explore this uncharted territory together.

My heart races as we proceed, our connection deepening with each stroke of the flogger, with every gasp and moan that escapes her lips. Through our bond, a surge of admiration and vulnerability washes over me, her silent testament to the strength she perceives in me, speaking volumes in a way words never could. As we navigate this new world together, my confidence swells, bolstered by the bond we share and the trust that binds us. What Rayne needs from me isn’t about achieving perfection or living up to any ideal; it's about the journey we're undertaking together, discovering the secrets of our desires hand in hand.

The room transforms into a symphony of sensations, with candlelight casting flickering shadows against the haunting artwork on the walls, our breaths syncing to the rhythm Rayne craves. My internal monologue falls silent, giving way to the symphony unfolding between us.

"Ah . . . Jaden.” Rayne moans, her voice a tender melody of surrender that encourages me to delve deeper into this uncharted territory. The arch of her back speaks volumes, her muscles tensing and relaxing in tandem with each precise strike of the flogger. She's a canvas, and I'm the artist painting our desires with each expertly landed stroke.

Rayne lets out a deep moan as she thrusts her reddening ass at me. Her juices run down her inner thighs as she spits out one guttural word, “More.” That word soothes my insecurities and stokes the fire within me. Her fingers grip the velvet fabric of the chaise lounge, signaling the intensity of her pleasure. Every neuron in my body thrums as my power surges through our mate bond. Something indescribable happens: my power meets Rayne’s, using our sex to say the things neither one of us can—“ I want you. I need you. Just you. For you.” As I watch her body respond to my touch, my power surges, humming with pleasure that mirrors the crescendo of our experience. My control, a gift I've long harbored, seems to work in perfect harmony with the energy we share in this intimate space.

"Jaden, please... More.” Rayne's plea reaches me, her gaze locked with mine, radiating trust and a raw hunger. My heart expands, touched by the depth of her surrender. This moment feels like a breakthrough, a rare gift I'm compelled to cherish.

"Are you sure?” My voice is thick with a mix of concern and yearning as I pause for her consent. "Remember, yellow or red if it becomes too much."

"Green." Her voice is solid, unwavering, sparking something in me that steadies my nerves. In this instant, all doubts evaporate, replaced by an overwhelming clarity. I enter a realm of pure focus, known to some as Dom space, where sensation intensifies and my consciousness shifts. It's as though I step from the shadows of my own baggage into the radiant warmth of Rayne's light, fully present and powerfully connected to the moment.

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