Page 68 of Penance

“Draco?”

She doesn’t move, frozen like a statue of innocence, her eyes staying locked on my cock.

Is she scared?

Curious?

I can see the battle raging within her. She wants to run, but she wants to stay.

What should she do?

I’ll tell her exactly what to do.

“On your knees, Mercy,” I say.

Her eyes dart up, meeting mine, and I can see that the fear has taken over. Still, she does as I tell her, her fingers shaking as they slide down the doorjamb, and she sinks to her knees in front of me. I watch her hands fall to her lap, to her thighs, digging into the bare skin beneath the long shirt she wears.

My shirt, because she’s mine.

I stroke myself again, my gaze locked onto her. She’s trembling, her body quaking as she looks up at me, her eyes darting between my dripping cock and my eyes.

What is she thinking?

Fuck, I wish I knew.

Is she repulsed, fascinated, terrified? I can see the questions swirling in her mind, the confusion. She doesn’t understand this dance of power and control.

But she will.

She’ll understand very soon.

“Look at me, Mercy,” I growl.

Her eyes snap up, meeting mine.

Her lips press into a thin line, her tongue lashing out to wet them, her chin trembling.

She might be confused, but her body betrays her. I can tell by the way she writhes, her spine straightening and then folding, her thighs shaking. She’s a mess of contradictions, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.

I continue my slow, deliberate strokes, my eyes never leaving her face. Her cheeks flush pink, a mix of embarrassment and desire.

She fuckin’ wants me.

She wants my cock.

I could give it to her, sure, but I won’t.

She has to beg for me. I have to know I’ve won.

She will. She’ll beg for my cock, and that’s when I’ll know I’ve broken her.

That’s when I’ll know I’ve become her god.

The thought sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I know I’m close.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes somehow widen even more, but she does what I tell her.

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