Page 113 of Shadows and Flames
“Enough.” His brow lowered, as did his chin as he watched me. “Touch yourself.”
“Goddess,” I cursed hoarsely. Would he—would he keep on without gracing me with his body against mine? I leaned back, heels of my feet and hand planted on the bed, exposing myself for his visual devouring. Warmth bloomed across my cheeks, but I pushed through the shyness trying to creep in. The lust was much stronger. “You mean to punish me?” I whimpered at the first tap of my wet fingers. A pulse of ecstasy flashed up to my lungs, and I watched Elián watch me.
My hips wound forward, intensifying the pleasure wrought from my fingers lightly swirling above where I dripped for him. Elián’s tongue swiped at his bottom lip, attention between my legs. “I am not punishing.” He paused, witnessing me coming apart at his command, before he muttered, “Fuck yourself with them.”
Slowly, I did as he said, now groaning openly, wantonly, as I sank the tips of my fingers into myself. The pleasure doubled as I thrusted my fingers back and forth while keeping pressure on the outside with the edge of my palm.
“Harder.”
I was leaning on my elbow, now, sprawled and fucking myself as the slick sounds of my ministrations filled the room. I lost sight of Elián before me, the prominent impression of his cock hard against his thick thigh. My back arched while I writhed, imagining it was him spearing into me.
I reopened the wound on my lip, trying and failing to hold my release at bay. The dual sensation as I crooked my fingers to massage deep within me and grind against the friction my palm provided was more than enough to take me away. My mouth opened, slack, as I grunted through the race to the end. Where the pleasure would break.
But my hand was ripped away, as was the other, sending me onto my back once again. A choking scream burned my throat as my climax slipped away. My body shook, and tears trailed down my face and onto the mattress.
“This is me putting you in your place, your highness,” El whispered and flipped me onto my front. He trapped my wrists in the cage of his hand, and the sudden pressure of my weight against the bed made me cry out. Under his hold, I rubbed my nipples against the blanket, the added stimulation of my piercings making my eyes roll back in my skull.
El moved behind me, over me, as I disintegrated even more and cursed his name into the bed. “What the fuck is my place then?” I spat while tilting my ass in the air, presenting myself for him to give me my release.
Elián hummed as he brought my wrists behind my back, as Death and Fire brushed together and sent another shiver downmy spine. He ignored my question, instead directing, “Hold them.”
And my power responded, becoming corporeal ivy that kept my hands where he wanted them as he moved to grab my ass. Well, he more so smacked it, sending sharp reverberations through both cheeks. While they burned, something hard and long rubbed along the crease, and I let loose a muffled mewl, squirming against Elián’s naked cock.
I struggled to part my legs, to open myself up again and take him inside of me, but a force yanked my ankles together. Then my calves while El held my hips steady for him to rut against.
I twisted as much as I could, trying to see what—that was not me, that was?—
“Your place, my queen,” El spanked me again, making me whimper and press back on him, “is with me. Just as I am with you.”
The restraint holding my legs together moved, shifting until my knees were bound as well, and from the edge of my peripheries, from the telltale sensation on my skin, the realization released more tears from my eyes. More anticipation clouded my mind.
He was using the twining of our power, like we’d done before, but this time, both tendrils listened tohim.
El pried my cheeks apart and spat upon my entrance, letting it trail and run over me, and though I could not see it, the imagined visual of him watching his saliva run over my cunt was enough to push me even higher. I wanted him so badly, needed him so terribly.
But I was still me. So, I whined, “Th-Then let me control your Flames to bind and torture you—ahh!”El used a few of his fingers to gently smack my entrance and the bud above it, sending something close to lightning through my entire system.I came like that, without him inside of me, and yet he had total control of my body and soul.
Drool was escaping my lips, my muscles were trembling with residual shocks, and El chuckled as he notched the head of his cock against where my body was pulsing for him. His fingers pressed bruises into my hips. “But you like this, do you not?” He slowly plunged inside of me, easily with how relaxed I now was. “Me putting you at my mercy. Even when you grumble and gripe, you love doing what I tell you.”
I opened my mouth again, to tell him based on principle that he was fucking wrong, but what came out was a long, sustained groan as he retreated then pushed further inside. That long glide sank him all the way to the hilt, and I felt my heart pulse around him.
I panted, breaths heavy, and tugged on my restraints. A soft noise released from my throat as I found, again, it was not me doing this. The sense I held within, a communication between Rhaea’s power and myself, proved it to be… turned to Elián.
While he held, cock just at the line of what my body could take, I tested the Death seeping from my pores, and the bind at my wrist loosened accordingly.
El noticed, retreating then winding his hips to slam back inside of me. He started an intense, steady pace that dragged his cock against the most sensitive parts within me, and I relinquished control to him again, letting myself completely slip away.
“Remember this, Meline,” he growled, “remember this when you let your wicked mouth run rampant.” El punctuated yet another demand with a swat on my ass that clapped like thunder. It fucking stung, and I pushed back on him as much as I could.
A puddle of drool formed beneath me as breaths punched out of me, as El fucked me, and a rumble of release, deep andundeniable, threatened to knock me unconscious. If this was his way of reprimanding me, he’d soon find it would have the opposite effect.
But, of course, Elián detected I was about to come, just as I did him. How his power trembled and reveled in this connection and sharing of power.
I had trouble tracking where I was, eyes struggling to open, but El was holding me, hands supporting my rear as he nibbled at my neck. I was shaking, from stimulation—from peace—so I was happy to go. For him to take me.
Until my shoulders pressed against the cold wood of the wall. My eyes flew open, then.
El’s face was close to mine, his nose nudging mine. His hair was loose and wild, and my fingers twitched behind my back, wanting to card through the strands. “Raise your arms, my queen,” he whispered and darted his tongue to catch my lip, the tip of my fang.
