Page 140 of Chandelier Sin
If we only had this left, so be it.
I controlled her with the stark promise to destroy her world, crush her cage and prevent her from reentering it.
She sank to her knees and her head fell forward in a sign of surrender, as she let out a sigh of erotic desperation and gave a nod to prove she’d given herself over.
“Pull down your dress,” I ordered.
She responded, reaching for the straps of her gown, and tugging them off her shoulders, dragging the material off her chest and revealing naked tits and pert nipples, cupping them with her hands.
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
“No.”
“Defiance is punishable.”
“What if someone comes in,” she whispered.
“Let them.”
She glanced nervously toward the door.
“You love the forbidden,” I soothed. “It’s who you are, Eve.”
She tweaked a nipple and flung her head back, fingers tracing those beaded buds, pinching them, aroused and shuddering. “I hate you, but I want you.”
“Finger yourself as you play with your tits,” I said.
My cock was rock-hard in my pants, pushing against my zipper, but I refused to let myself become the focus. This was for her; the chance to fly high and glimpse her future.
She gave a nod, agreeing this was what she wanted, what shedeserved, as she reached beneath her gown. Her delicate hand disappeared beneath the swath of material, eyes closing to prove she was touching herself.
“You know what to do.”
“Atticus,” she scolded.
“Or we find a room where others can watch me do it to you.”
“I’ll do it,” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, you will. And it will be quick to prepare for when I fuck you.”
“I want that,” she whispered.
“I know you do.”
Because this was all she knew. I’d not reach her with kindness, she didn’t recognize or trust it—gentleness was foreign to her.
She had been forged in the fires of cruelty, and she had learned to live amidst that savagery. She was a product of her environment, a victim of the circumstances that had shaped her.
Eve was also a survivor.
“Deeper,” I ordered. “Thumb on your clit.”
She trembled, lips open and eyes half closed as she pleasured herself. She leaned forward, her expression blissful.
“You’re doing well,” I teased, “but I need you to imagine how good my cock will feel inside you.”
“I want you. Always have.”
