Page 42 of The Labyrinth

I raised my foot and leaned back in the chair, steepling my fingers. “Please, what? What is it you want?”

She lifted her pretty eyes off the floor, need and desperation warring for control. “You.”

I pressed my lips together to stop the smile from twisting across them. My cock stiffened in my pants. This human girl in front of me was everything I had ever wanted, and whether she knew it or not, she had me wrapped around her tiny finger. I grunted, unsure who was really in control of this situation anymore. “Get up here.”

Rissa scrambled to her feet, and I pulled her onto my lap by her arms. She straddled me, and I slipped my hands around her head, tangling them into her hair. I tugged her closer, and kissed her deeply.

Her mouth was soft and sweet, and everything I wasn’t. I pressed my lips against her harder, demanding her to open, sweeping my tongue inside. She moaned into my mouth, and I let her head go, letting my hands wander. Rissa’s back was smooth as silk as I slid my hands down, circling them around her waist.

I pulled back. We stared at each other for a moment, catching our breath. “I do want you, deliciae,” I murmured. “I want you more than I should. I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Fuck, how I want you.”

“I want you,” she whispered, her hands resting on my shoulders. “Fuck me, Master. Please.”

Her hands pawed at my shirt, and I helped her tug it over my head. Some finangling, and my pants were tossed to the side, too. There was nothing between us now, just Rissa’s hot cunt resting on top of my aching cock. I was so desperate to be inside her, and yet there was something in this moment I was afraid to break. It was glass, a sheer blip in time, an understanding that we wanted each other, despite everything telling us we shouldn’t. I wanted to drag out the seconds, to make this anticipation last a decade. But Rissa was circling her pussy on top of my cock, her slick desire slipping me inside inch by inch.

“Oh,” she cried, tossing her head back as the broad head of my dick pushed inside her. “Oh!”

“Just like that, Rissa,” I whispered, resting my head into the crook of her neck. “Let me stretch out your sweet pussy just like that.”

As feral as I was, I knew the barbs would be scraping her now, an added bit of pain mixing with the pleasure. I knew it from the way she ground her hips against me, and the way her back arched. She was perfect, the way she took me, and all the pain I offered. Fucking perfect.

“You’re so damn tight, deliciae. Spread your legs for me. Spread your legs so I can fuck you until pretty tears stream down your face,” I muttered against Rissa’s neck. She moaned, and her legs widened around me, until I filled her completely. She must have been stuffed full with me inside her. Her pussy wasn’t built to take a monster cock, but she did such a good job taking it all. I sat up, bringing her with me, letting her enjoy the stretch as we moved. I pushed her hair over her shoulders, pressing a light kiss there. “Do you know why I call you that? Deliciae?”

I pulled her up, sliding her back down my cock with an exquisite slowness. She shook her head, waves going every which way. “No…oh!”

I was certain nothing felt better than being wrapped in Rissa’s tight little cunt, and taking my time with her like this was fucking delicious. “Iris, who you were sojealousof, was my father’s pet.” Again, I picked her up and forced her down onto my cock, watching her eyes flutter closed, and the way she forced them to stay open. “Pets do what they’re told. Inside the Labyrinth, a pet is little more than a slave.”

“Oh?” she said, rocking her hips into me with a groan.

“You are more than my pet, Rissa.” I pulled her down with more force this time, my cock pushing deeper and further into her. On my lap she writhed and moaned. “Deliciae is Latin, one of the lost languages. A beautiful language, really.”

She struggled to keep her eyes open, her body wanting to cave to the pleasure. I knew the feeling, my own release desperately clawing at me. I wrapped my hand around her throat, forcing her to look at me once more. “Wha…what does it mean?” she coughed out.

I smiled. I loved the way she sounded when I restricted her breath. “Deliciae means a pleasure. A luxury few deserve.” I thrust my hips up, knowing I was too big, that I was going too deep. But I wanted Rissa to remember who she belonged to. I wanted her to never again forget that she was mine, and she wasn’t disposable. It would have been a lot easier if she were replaceable. But she wasn’t, and if it took me fucking her until she bled and bruised to remember, then it was what I’d do.

There was a softness in Rissa’s eyes, as she realized what I was saying was the truth. She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. “But…but…”

I dropped my hand from her throat and stuffed two of my fingers in her mouth instead. “Don’t talk. Just listen. You are a luxury. You’re a treasure I shouldn’t have, but here you are just the same.” Rissa watched me with wide eyes, sucking around my fingers as she took in everything I said. I thrust my hips up again, and again, slamming into her until she moaned, grinding her clit against me with every stroke of my cock. “But let me make this clear, deliciae. Just because I don’t deserve you, doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep you. You’re fucking mine. And if you pull some shit like you just did, and doubt what’s happening here, I’ll fuck you again until you remember. I’ll fuck you a thousand times until you never forget it again. This. Is. Real.”

Rissa’s eyes watered, and she was gasping for air. I thrust into her again and again, until she trembled around me, her body aching for what only I could give.

“Come for your fucking Master, deliciae. Come for me, and never fucking forget how much you mean to me.” I groaned as her eyes flashed and her pussy tightened. Rissa sobbed as I released my fingers from her mouth, and her orgasm shook through her. But I hadn’t found my release yet, so despite the way she collapsed on my chest and shook, I fucked her still. I fucked her tender pussy as she cried through her release, until I found my own, screaming out her name as I pumped her full.

Rissa cried silently on my chest. I took a deep breath, stroking my hand along her hair. “Don’t you see how much you mean to me? This, what we have, it shouldn’t be there. But it’s there just the same.”

She raised her head, giving me a smile that said everything I needed to know. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” I laughed, pushing the loose hair off her face. I’d draw her a bath after this, soak her aching muscles, and attend to her in the way she so deserved. “I feel like I should be thanking you. For putting up with a beast like me.”

Rissa shook her head, leaning forward to press a whisper of a kiss to my lips. “Thank you for making me realize it’s okay to be myself.”

Something in my heart shattered just then, the illusion of space I had been so desperate to preserve since the moment I had met Rissa. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her to rest on my chest. There were no words left to speak. There were only emotions, threading our souls together in a way that should’ve never happened.

Chapter19

Rissa

Ileaned back in the tub, resting against Ten’s solid bulk. The water was scalding. I wanted to sink down even lower, and stay in here forever until my skin burnt off, leaving me as raw as when I first entered this world. Maybe I could start over then. Maybe all my sins could be washed away in this water, scrubbing me clean, a fresh slate. Or maybe they resided even deeper, ingrained into my muscle and blood, a stain that would never leave no matter how hard I tried.

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