Page 52 of Compulsion

His cocky smirk makes my clit pulse. “Trust me, pet. Your body will bend to my will. I fully intend to claim your sweet cunt. All you have to do is give yourself to me, and I’ll make sure you experience more pleasure than you ever thought possible. No matter how long it takes, I will toy with you and torment you until you flower open for me.”

“But what about you?” I ask breathily. The contract had been clear that my purpose is to please him, but he’s talking all about me and taking nothing for himself.

He caresses my cheek. “Sweet pet. Don’t worry. I’ll use you for my pleasure once I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly punished.” His thumb rubs my sensitized lips. “I’ll devote just as much time to training this pretty mouth as I do to conquering your tight pussy.”

My breath stutters at his crass words. It’s like something out of my darkest fantasies, but this time, I’m completely willing. I’m eager for him to fulfil his wicked promises. It’s all I can do to keep my knees from folding so that I can worship his cruel perfection.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I confess.

His low laugh holds a mocking edge. “You don’t know anything yet. I will teach you the meaning of suffering, and you will weep in gratitude.”

This arrogant, domineering side of him should seem shockingly different from my dashing prince, but somehow, this feels right. It’s as though I’m seeing him clearly for the first time, but this hidden facet of him doesn’t diminish the goodness of the man I’ve started to know over the last few weeks.

I marvel at the prospect that I can have both: my white knight and my dark god, all in one gorgeous package.

I push up onto my tiptoes, seeking a kiss. His cruel smile pierces my chest like a knife, but my core pulses in response as he denies me. This seduction will be on his terms, not mine. I don’t have to guess how to satisfy him; all I have to do is give myself over to his control.

My breath shudders between my parted lips, but he doesn’t caress them with his. He shows no mercy.

Instead, he keeps me pinned in his keen stare as he slowly drags my black cotton shirt up my torso. His hands skim my sides, tracing my shape without stimulating my most sensitive areas. He hasn’t so much as brushed my breasts, but my nipples are hard, aching buds against the inside of my purple bra.

He tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it away. Then he twines my amethyst curl around his finger and boldly cups my breast with his other hand.

It’s the lightest flex of his strong fingers, but it sends a pulse of pure lust humming through my entire body.

“This is a beautiful color on you,” he says. “You’ll wear it for me more often.”

It’s not a request, and his casual authority makes me melt.

Before I can nod in agreement, he wraps my curl around his wrist and pulls me in for a vicious kiss. He claims me with tongue and teeth, alternating the softness of his full lips with punishing bites. My hair is an anchor in the chain of his hand, keeping me steady as I’m swept up in desire as strong as a storm-tossed sea. He’s the only thing tethering me to reality, the only person in existence.

He doesn’t break our kiss or release my hair as he deftly unbuttons my jeans with his free hand. I shimmy out of them without needing to be told. I’m eager to be naked with him, to finally feel his hard, glorious body against mine.

My fingers fly to his collar, fumbling at the buttons on his crisp white shirt.

He shackles my wrists, directing them away from his shirt.

“No,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want you naked and vulnerable. This is your punishment, pet.”

“But I want to touch you,” I protest breathily. “I want to see you.”

He nips at my lower lip. “You have to earn your rewards. It’s time for you to suffer for me.”

He releases me entirely and takes a step back. Cool air rushes over me, and my skin pebbles in the absence of his steady heat.

Before I can fold my arms over my chest to chase away the chill of vulnerability, he commands, “Take off your bra. I want to see what’s mine.”

I almost whimper at the wave of ruthless desire that rushes through me. My panties are wet with my arousal, and my clit pulses madly.

I’m his possession, his pet.

And he’s going to punish me.

My fingers tremble, but I manage to unclasp my bra after two fumbling attempts. The straps slide down my arms, and the soft skimming sensation over each of my goosebumps sets my entire body alight with carnal sensation.

He takes another step back, and I can’t help swaying toward him, as though I’m bound to him by invisible rope.

“Stay,” he admonishes. “I’m admiring my pretty pet.”

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