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His hands roamed over my body, re-igniting the rush of heat to my abdomen, and I pressed my thighs together. The bed shifted as he reached over to grab a new toy and waved it in front of my face.A rabbit. When did he get that?I smirked, and the safe word all but forgotten.
“This is your last chance. Stop being a brat, or I'll show you what happens when you play your games,” he said in a dark, serious tone.
He watched me squirm under him with narrowed eyes, nudging the rabbit against my soaking core, inching it in slowly and turning it on. The vibration sent waves through my body, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
Pushing in further, I gasped, arching my body toward him so he could fill me completely. I’d be lying if I said the edging wasn’t an even larger turn on; it would make the reward that much more enjoyable.
“Stop biting your lip and moan for me, Maya. Be as loud as you want.” A mix between a whimper and a moan escaped my lips as my muscles clenched around the toy, but a new uncomfortable feeling started to rise from my bladder each time the vibrator buzzed against my clit.
“Riley p-p-please.”
Sweat glistened over my abdomen as I struggled to hold it in, crying out as his rhythm quickened. Each thrust became harder and deeper. It was painful, but the urge to come far outweighed the need to piss, and if he stopped now, who knew when I would get the opportunity again.
My thighs trembled as he pushed me closer to the edge, and it was apparent that this was happening whether I liked it or not. “Riley, I have to pee.”
His hand jerked the toy against my clit, turning up the volume and placing more pressure. I couldn’t help but rub against it. My face flushed with embarrassment at the humiliation he caused, again the darkened look in his eye alluded to who I was now playing with. “That sounds like a problem you should figure out. You had plenty of warnings, Maya. Now, you’re going to let go and soak this fucking bed,” he said, looking me dead in the eye.
“What?” I asked, dumbfounded at what he asked of me. His free hand trailed up my body until he reached the base of my throat and ran his thumb across as I swallowed thickly. Gripping the sides, he squeezed just hard enough to show who wasin charge, reminding me of whose game we were playing. He wasn’t asking for submission, he was demanding it.
“Let go, Maya, and soak this bed, now.” My body thrust against the toy, allowing it to rub furiously against my throbbing clit until the cord snapped inside me. A thick rush of liquid rushed out and soaked the surface under us, and my body shook as I rode the shockwave. When he was sure I was empty, he pulled the toy from me carefully.
His grip remained steady on my throat as his heaving chest relaxed. His heartbeat pounded against his wrist, and my lip quivered, tears of pleasure and embarrassment falling down my flushed cheeks.
After a few moments, he spoke, moving his face within inches of mine. “That, Maya, is why you need a safe word. Not no, or stop, or please, a real fucking word. If you don't, accidents happen, and I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” I tried desperately to look away, but his grip was tight, and I gritted my teeth. “Do you understand me? You talk to me, or this dynamic won’t work.” I nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat, and he released me. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”
Rising from the bed, he let a few heaving breaths go as he made his way to the bathroom without a word.
Shakily pushing myself up, I felt dazed, confused at the feelings of what just happened, and my legs felt like jelly as I stripped the bed, quickly trying to rid the evidence.
I was thoroughly impressed that he doubled up on waterproof mattress covers and smiled when the running water and the aroma of rose hit my senses. I made haste in tossing the sheets into the hallway before heading to the bathroom.
Chapter Sixteen
Riley
Jesus, that woman infuriates me to no end.
I ran my hand under the faucet, waiting for the perfect temperature so she could relax. Did I feel bad for what I did? Fuck no. Watching her face as she slowly broke drove me wild, but it wasn’t about punishment. I lied and said it was, but it quickly turned into a lesson for the both of us.
She still needed to heal sexually, in some aspects. In order to help her, I would need to completely break everything she'd ever been brainwashed to believe about sex. With anyone else, I wouldn’t even bat an eye, but goddamn, for her, I would completely rewire my brain to be on her level.
She laid her heart out, completely vulnerable for me to see last night. It took me hours of watching my reflection in the mirror, staring blankly at the man looking back, for me to fully understand. I thought about how angry I'd been the last howevermany years of my life. I couldn’t change the past, but if it came down to Rocco or myself, I would gladly rip his beating heart out and serve it to her on a silver fucking platter. Better yet, I’d string him up and let her treat him like a fucking piñata.
My body tensed at her soft touch, and I straightened, taking her hand in mine as it sat over my heart, both of us facing the mirror now.
I studied her as she placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. A fiery glimmer remained in her eye, but I couldn’t tell if it was need or anger. To be honest, I wasn't too keen on finding out. I saw that torn limp dick downstairs that Maya left in my basement, and mine wouldn’t be next.
“Don’t clean the sheets next time, okay?” I smiled, ushering her over to the Victorian style tub. That was a personal touch by yours truly, used for my benefit, and now Maya, anytime she wanted. “That can happen after we both get back into the right headspace, and I know you are okay.”
I stepped into the water and sat down, instantly regretting how hot I’d made it. Maya could probably tell by the pained look on my face, and her cheeks puffed out, holding in the laughter. “Come here and relax,” I said, taking her hand in mine so she could step in and get comfortable. She quirked a small smile back and moaned, inching herself into the hot water. Once comfortable, she beckoned me over with a curled finger.
“Next time, I should make sure I have water next to the bed or snacks. I’m craving something salty,” she said.
The words tumbled out of my mouth faster than I intended as I wrapped an arm around her body and brought her to my chest. “On it. Any other requests? A movie, talking about it, or a nice cuddle?”
A nice cuddle? Really Riley?
Her breath hitched before giving way to a breathy laugh. It took her a few moments to gather herself before she answered back. “You would cuddle…with me?”
