Page 95 of Chandelier Enthralled
He was cutting off my air.
I clutched at his wrist, as though it would help, as though peeling off his fingers was something I could do.
Greyson’s ironclad grip was too strong, too insistent, preventing air from filling my lungs. I saw white specks, my vision blurring as I started to panic. My wide eyes begged him to stop.
“Your nipples are erect,” he said gruffly. “Interesting.”
An awful realization snatched my thoughts back from the brink. I liked it, the fear of this kink had morphed into a stark thrill for our fascinating interplay, his domination and my looming surrender.
He released his grip on my throat.
“Fuck me,” I gasped out.
“You’d like my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Like to come hard?”
“Yes.”
“Call me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Never going to happen.” He’d teased me cruelly, a harsh trick to make me believe this was futile.
“But you—”
“You’ve shown no respect.” His tone was heavy with the unspoken promise of retribution.
It stripped me of my own arrogance, and my gaze lowered in shame, responding to his air of menace.
“You have no comprehension of what it is to be annihilated,” he continued. “Total obliteration.”
“Please—”
“No. This is where you listen. Where you hold your silence. You come in here dressed as a submissive, but you have no idea what you are presenting yourself as.”
I begged him with my eyes to step back and let me leave, because disappointing him hurt more.
I would never be able to face him again.
Not after this.
His tone softened. “This isn’t you, Willa. You are a different species. You deserve to be worshipped with pleasure. Not humiliated.”
His dark eyes surveyed my breasts with a mix of tenderness and yearning, his reaction palpable, his tongue briefly flicking at his lips as if they were already anticipating the taste.
“Please,” I said, beckoning.
I shuddered, nearly swooning, as his thumb answered my prayer, caressing my breast surreptitiously as his other hand returned to gently grip my throat.
He ran his forefinger over my areola, and then twisted my nipple with precision, drawing out a gasp of arousal from me.
“Good girls are rewarded with bliss. But you, Willa, won’t be experiencing that any time soon.”
Yet he continued to circle that soft pinkness, making my flesh tingle, shooting pleasure down between my thighs, causing my clit to throb deliciously.
