Page 96 of House of Crimson Hearts
She slides off my lap and sits between my knees. Fuck. The sight of her beneath me, her legs folded underneath her, her hands turned upright in submission. My mouth waters at everything I want to do to her. The way I want to wrap her hair around my fist and drag her face to my cunt. Hold her there until I come all over her lips.
Her hair drifts over her breasts as she stills, her softened nipples peek out as she inhales and her chest rises.
She doesn’t look at me, she just waits for my order. How easily I switch into the position of command. How easily she submits.
The sight of her in the submissive position makes me wet.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask.
“Villain.”
“Good. Now come here and take my trousers off.” She does as she’s told and deposits them on the floor. I pull my hoody off and sports bra and lean back in her armchair.
She’s already sitting back in the sub position. My tongue slides over my lips.
“You could have died rushing into the sun like that.”
“I didn’t wan?—”
“Did I tell you you could speak?”
Her jaw flexes as she closes her mouth, her cheeks flashing pink, her nipples hardening as I control her.
“Your skin is healed now, though,” I say.
She nods but stays silent because I haven’t given her permission to speak. Fuck I love how we’ve switched roles. That one minute she’s in charge and the next I am. I’ve never had a partner willing to play to my desires like this and it drives me wild. Heat builds between my legs.
“Eyes on me, Octavia.”
She raises her head.
“I think you deserve more than just one orgasm for that,” I say.
She grins at me, those crimson eyes glinting all the way into my soul.
“Touch yourself. Touch your clit and tell me how much you like me controlling your pleasure.”
Her fingers slip between her legs as I sit and watch her sliding her fingers over her core. But I can’t see enough.
“I can’t see your pussy. That displeases me. Move. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
I give her the pillows from the chair, and she leans back on them, lifting her knees up so that she’s spread wide and bared for me. She slips her index finger and middle finger either side of her clit, squeezing it as she rubs up and down, up and down. Then she dips her fingers inside herself and draws the excitement over her apex. She leans back against the pillows, her mouth parting, dragging harsh breaths in.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. How does it feel?” I ask.
“So good,” she says.
“Fuck yourself, Octavia, I want to see you fuck your own fingers this time.”
She leaves her clit and pushes her fingers inside her pussy and the glorious sight of how wet she gets nearly makes me come on the spot.
My heart pounds heavy in my chest, my own breathing matching her pants as the ecstasy of controlling her pleasure seeps into my body the same way her blood has.
I want to fuck her until she can’t walk. Fuck so much pleasure into her that it makes me come.
I wipe a hand over my face, trying to push the confusing emotions aside.
Her pants are louder, heavier. But I’m not letting her have this orgasm without my mouth on her. Not again.
