Page 126 of The Villain

“Be good, statue. Or you won’t cum at all. And neither will I. Is that what you want instead? For both of us to be pissed off and horny with no end in sight?”

“Fuck, no,” he snaps and grabs my hip in a punishing grip. Every time I shift to take him inside me his fingers loosen but when I slowly pull back they tighten to try and keep me close.

“Then relax and let me take care of you,” I raise a brow, the pulse in my clit warming. I’m close.

He tries. Watching his face fill with strain as he presses himself back into the couch is beautiful. The slight grimace of pleasure he gets at my movements. His thighs are straining to hold himself still. His hard breaths heating my neck as I move.

Somehow he hardens even more inside me and I give him a kiss for it.

“Is it painful again?”

He nods in a jerky motion, his teeth grinding.

“You need to cum?”

“Yes,” he gasps and presses his head back into the cushions. The pain filled expression is so sweet.

“Say please.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Please!”

“Cum for me. Move how you want.”

He breaks with a speed that I can only marvel at. His hands grip my hips lifting me until he can slam into me without my interference. His lips crash into mine, his tongue delving deep as he moans in halting breaths. He’s only withdrawing an inch before he slams back home again.

I cum with a soft sound and his hips bounce to prolong it as his breath gets choppy.

“Oh fuck, yes. I can feel you cuming. Fuck.”

The last word ends on a loud groan as he empties inside me. His hands clamp me to him as his legs shake with the force of it. He loses his breath and then starts panting, his entire body clenched beneath me for a moment before he drops back down, taking me with him.

He keeps muttering curses under his breath and kissing the side of my neck. When his arms wrap around me I don’t protest. Even when it brings one arm awkwardly with his. I’m too content to be bothered.

We catch our breath, still joined as I press gentle kisses up his throat. His head has dropped back and he seems ready to pass out. I lean back to kiss along his jaw.

“Or we could stay here. I can have you next to me watching anime instead of wondering what it would be like.”

He gives me a groggy look that pulls a smile from me. A different smile than I’ve felt before. Not intense or feral, just a little smug and pleased with him.

“Let’s stay home,” he says in a raspy tone.

I nod, accepting his decision easily, and pull the blanket back around us. When I move to get off his lap his arms tighten.

“Not yet,” his voice turns sleepy suddenly. I glance up to see him almost asleep. It makes my eyebrows rise in surprise.

“Whatever you need,” I whisper and settle again, tilting my head to rest next to his as his breathing evens out and he’s asleep again.

The day passes that way. He sleeps for thirty minutes and wakes up, startled that he fell asleep. He keeps apologizing about the cuffs because it left a bruise over my wrist from holding my arm so awkwardly. It’s ridiculous and satisfying at the same time. If I had a problem with it I would have woken him up.

He’s gentle for a little while after that. Taking the cuffs off and massaging my arm while I watch in confusion. I don’t need the emotional hand holding but the massage is nice and he’s being sweet. I can let him have this.

I also see where he hides the cuffs so I can take advantage later.

We stay on the couch for the most part. Arguing about which anime to watch.

In between shows we eat and stay close. Snuggling I guess. Whatever it is, I’m ok with it. He’s more relaxed than I’ve ever seen and enjoying himself. He watches tv and I watch him. Learning every nuance of expression to file away.

If I leave or stop touching him he gets a stillness that bothers me. A more subtle version of his statue posture. As if he’s holding his breath until I come back. My eyes narrow over it every time.

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