Page 52 of Sadist

I want to keep you.

It didn’t take long for the tag to glow red, and I snatched the chain, stalking back toward her.

“You are fuckingmine,” I said, slow and even. “You were mine the second I saw you, tipsy and singing to yourself as you went back to that shithole motel I took you from. I havetriednot to fall for you, but it’s useless. So yes, Octavia. I’m letting you gobecause I have no choice, but you are mistaken if you think I’d let anyone touch you without knowing who the fuck you belong to.”

“What?” Her eyes searched mine, confusion etched into every part of her face.

I palmed the tag, the scorching heat searing into my palm as I pressed it to the soft skin by her hip bone. Her legs spasmed, and I slammed my foot down onto the bar, keeping her in place for a moment longer as I branded her skin. Marking her as mine before claiming her mouth in a savage kiss.

There was a soft chink as I let the tag drop to the floor, her lips moving against mine as she murmured something breathlessly against my lips, and I pulled back to see what she was saying.

“Undo me. Undo. Theo. Please,” she panted, chanting it under her breath. “Please. I need to touch you.”

One yank of the knots had her hands free, and the second they were, she was removing the restraints at her ankles. A breath later, and she was on me, pushing me back toward the couch, her hands ripping at my clothes.

Fabric tore as she pulled my shirt off, and I groaned as the warmth of her mouth found my collar, nipping her way up my neck as her hands fumbled with the button of my jeans.

I helped her, lifting my hips and pushing my jeans down, my body aching for her touch. I never wanted touch. I had tolerated Erryn, grown comfortable with her over time. She had been able to pry pleasure from my reluctant body. But I had never ached like this for her.

She knelt between my bare thighs, pushing me against the couch and kissing me as if our roles were reversed, and I let her, slipping my fingers into her hair and pulling her closer.

Her hand trailed down my side to rest at my hip, and I took it, slipping it between my thighs.

“Does this feel like I don’t want you?” I asked against her lips, and her kiss faltered as she slid her fingers through my arousal. “No one touches me unless I trust them, Sweets.”

There was a soft intake of breath, and she pulled back enough to look at me, just as I grabbed her wrist, lifting my hips for her.

She made a small sound as her fingers sank into me, my hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, and then she dragged her gaze down to watch as I rolled my hips, fucking myself with her fingers.

She had moved before I knew what she was doing, slipping down my body to kneel between my legs and trail excruciatingly slow kisses up my thigh as she slipped her hand out of me and away from my grip.

“Not this time,” she murmured between kisses.

“What?”

Her teeth scraped along my skin.

“You’re not controlling how I fuck you,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out and trailing slowly up my skin in a burning trail. “Not when I have been dreaming about doing this every god-damned minute of every day.” Her hands gripped my knees, pushing them apart. “You are always in control, Theo. But not this time.”

She licked me with the flat of her tongue in one long, slow tease. My mind emptied, and a sound that I was not proud of escaped me.

“Lie back and let me taste you,” she said, with a small groan of pleasure, before sinking her tongue deep inside me.

I swore, reminding myself to breathe as her fingers sank into the muscles of my legs in a punishing grip as she slowly moved up to wrap her lips around my clit. I entirely lost the ability to breathe as she sucked gently, my hands finding her hair and sinking into it.

It felt incredible. It sounded utterly depraved…her soft noises of satisfaction drowned out by my ragged breathing as I surrendered to her mouth and the pleasure she dragged from me. I was on the edge of an orgasm in seconds, unable to stop my hips from moving as I gripped her hair, fucking her face…only to have her slow and change tempo.

“Octavia,” I breathed, gripping the couch to stop myself from ripping her hair out.

She breathed a laugh, and my eyes cracked open to see her peering up at me, just as she sucked again.

I did cry out that time, and again a second later as her fingers joined her talented mouth, sinking deep inside me. When she edged me a second time, I wrapped a leg around her back, trying to force her to give me the orgasm that wasso damnclose.

“If you don’t….” I trailed off in a moan, my breath catching as she slowly worked a third finger into me, the slight burn as my body stretched around her nearly tipping me over.

“If I don’t what?” she murmured, sliding the tip of her tongue across my clit.

“Let me come,” I ordered, rolling my hips harder onto her fingers.

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