Page 183 of Dark Fate

He growls a primal sound that sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. "Well, now it's my turn to have some fun," he promises, his hand coming down on my ass in a sharp slap that makes me yelp. "And trust me,baby, you're gonna fucking love it."

I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. Damn him, but his dominance, the raw power emanating from him, it's intoxicating. "Maybe I just like seeing you squirm," I taunt, my voice breathy.

Another hard slap lands on my ass, the sting delicious, drawing a yelp from my throat. "Keep up the sass, baby," he growls, his hand soothing the heated flesh. "We'll see how bratty you are when I'm done with you."

I try to kick, to twist free, but he's an immovable force, pinning me down, spreading my thighs with his knee. "Don't you fucking move," he commands, his voice a harsh rasp.

A whimper escapes me, my body trembling with anticipation. I'm caught, at his mercy, and god help me; I want whatever he's got planned. "What are you going to do to me?" I breathe, my pussy clenching.

I can feel his smile against my skin, wicked and full of dark promise. "Oh, Angel, the things I am going to do to you..."

Then, the sneaky bastard reaches around, holding some object in his hand. "What's that?" I ask, my curiosity piqued despite myself.

It's a red silicone rosebud toy with a flat top that resembles petals and a tiny hole in the center.

"It's called the Rose. A vibrator with suction," he explains, his voice rough with desire. "Now, let's see what kind of magic it can work, shall we?"

"Where the hell did you get that?" I look over my shoulder and raise an eyebrow, impressed.

"I have my ways when it involves this tight little ass of yours," he growls. "Now hush, baby, and let me work."

Rhyland sinks his teeth into my neck, a possessive bite that marks me as his. I moan, the sharp sting of pain only heightening my arousal. His tongue soothes the bite mark, leaving wet, hot trails down my spine until he reaches my ass, claiming me again with another possessive bite.

He positions the toy over my clit while his tongue teases my ass. The vibrator comes to life; its gentle suction and vibrations send shockwaves through my body. I buck and gasp, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Oh, God!"

The toy’s suction and vibration send me into a frenzy, moaning and groaning with pleasure.

He continues his assault, swirling his tongue and flicking that tight ring of muscle, driving me mad. My orgasm builds, an exquisite coil of tension hovering just out of reach.

And then, the bastard stops.

"Not so fast, Angel," he murmurs, his desire thick and rough.

I growl, my need building to a fever pitch. "Goddammit, Rhyland! Don't do this to me!"

He chuckles, the vibrations tingling my sensitive skin. "I seem to recall telling you to watch that filthy mouth. Do you want me to punish it, too?"

I clamp my jaw shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. "I need you to relax for me, baby," he says, his voice a low rumble.

I feel a warm, slippery liquid being rubbed into my ass, and I gasp. "What are you doing?"

Rhyland chuckles darkly. "You'll see, baby. Just relax."

The feeling of his fingers working the lubricant into my ass is both invasive and arousing. I squirm and writhe as he probes deeper, anticipation building.

Rhyland's strong hands grip my hips, guiding me back to my knees. His touch is gentle and firm, a silent command sending a shiver down my spine. In this moment, I am his, completely and utterly.

"You like that?" Rhyland purrs. "You like being at my mercy, feeling my fingers prepping this gorgeous ass while you're aching to explode."

I moan, my breath catching in my throat as he continues his magic. My body winds tighter, coiled like a spring, ready to unleash.

He adds a third finger, stretching me wide, and I gasp. It's overwhelming, my body trembling on the brink.

"You want me to fuck this tight little ass?" Rhyland growls, his breath hot against my ear. "You want me to make you come so hard you'll see stars."

I can't deny it. My body is screaming for it. But I also know this is his way of asserting control, of showing me who's in charge.

"Please," I beg, my voice a mere whisper. "Please, Rhyland. Fuck me."

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