Page 9 of His Dark Desires

"Are you a slut, Celeste?" I bend to whisper in her ear, my breath stirring the delicate hairs on her neck. "Do you want to be filled, used, controlled?"

"Yes." The word is an exhale.

I step back, taking in her bound form, her breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths. I trace her curves with my eyes. "Spread your legs."

Her thighs part, revealing her slick core. I squat and lean in, inhaling the scent of her arousal. "You're already wet." It's not a question.

She bites her lip, unable to deny it. "You did this to me."

My fingers skim her inner thighs, and I savor her sharp intake of breath. "Do you want more, Celeste?"

"Yes. Please."

I chuckle, the sound devoid of humor. "That's what I thought."

I move behind her, pressing against her back. Her bound wrists force her chest to arch forward. My palms slide over her hips, squeezing, then settling on her ass.

"Such a perfect view," I murmur, my lips close to her ear.

Then I push her forward. She stumbles and falls to the bed, and I'm right above her, not giving her a moment to settle. My hand connects with her ass, sharp and stinging. Celeste jolts, a surprised cry escaping her lips. I admire the pink mark blooming on her creamy skin. Again, I bring my hand down, this time harder. She bucks up, a soft whimper escaping her mouth, muffled by the bedspread.

I continue, each strike a little harder than the last. Her skin reddens, the slap of my hand reverberating through the room. As I give her these blows, I imagine it's Sophia before me—her softness yielding to my touch, her breath catching as I push her boundaries.

I trail kisses down Celeste's spine, each one a contrast to the harsh sting of the paddle. She's trembling now, the scent of her arousal heady. I slip my hand between her legs, relishing her wet heat.

"You're soaked," I murmur, my thumb teasing her clit. "You like being at my mercy, don't you?"

"Yes..." The word is strangled as I work a finger inside her, slipping in easily. I pump slowly, my other hand squeezing her breast. "What do you want, Celeste?" I lean forward, my breath warm against her ear. "Tell me."

"I want you inside me. Please." Her hips push back, seeking my hardness. "I want to feel you fill me."

I free myself from the restraint of my pants. Positioning myself behind her, I enter her with one swift thrust. Celeste cries out, her voice muffled in the bedding. I grab her hair, pulling her head back and making her gasp sharply.

"I want to hear you." I pull out and push back in, a deep, hard stroke that makes her back arch. "Louder."

She moans, loud and clear now, her bound arms straining against the rope as she pushes back to meet each of my thrusts. Her cries fill the room as I take her—hard, rough, claiming every inch of her body. With each movement, I see Sophia's face, feel her soft skin under my palms, hear her whispered pleas. It's a surrender, an expression of power, of my need to dominate and possess.

"Please—let me..." Celeste's voice breaks as she writhes beneath me, her body begging for release.

I tighten my hold on her hair. "Not yet." My voice is a rough command.

I continue to thrust, harder, deeper, my mind clouded with images of Sophia. I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing her face, her body, feeling the softness of her skin. It's her scent I inhale as I move. Her lips I claim in a bruising kiss. The thought of marking her, possessing her completely, pushes me closer to the edge.

"Sophia," I groan, my thrusts becoming erratic as I reach my limit.

I pull out and spill myself onto Celeste, holding her in place as I ride out my release, marking her back with my essence.

Celeste whimpers but doesn't come, her body rigid with the effort of holding back. Not a single muscle relaxes, showing the iron will she possesses.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as the reality of what I've done washes over me.

I said her name aloud.

I've never lost control like this before, never allowed my façade to slip.

My heart pounds in my ears. I slowly pull away and release Celeste, the slickness between us the only reminder of the moment that just passed.

Celeste remains immobile, her breath slow and steady. She knows the rules of engagement here, the parameters of our interaction. A shiver runs through her, betraying the tension she holds within.

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