Page 118 of House of Crimson Kisses
“O for Octavia?”
I shrug. “O for many things: Octavia, owned, and perhaps if you behave, all the orgasms I’ll give you tonight.”
She kicks against the restraints, moaning and gasping. I pull back, slide my hand between her thighs. The slick wetness coats both her inner legs.
“Good girl. Looks like you can behave, can’t you?” I say.
She nods at me.
“Still, Red. You didn’t trust me. Over and over again, you’ve failed to see how I have your best interests at heart.”
She opens her mouth to respond, and I raise a single eyebrow. She stays quiet.
“What do you need?” I ask.
She pouts and looks away. She’s sad?
I pull her chin around. “I asked you a question. You answer me when I ask.”
“I want the hurt to go away,” she says. “Loving you despite everything we’ve done to each other. The Chief’s betrayal. All of it. The fact is, I’m going to face a choice really soon. And I don’t want to make it. So for tonight, can you just make it all go away?”
I speed to the drawer and pick up a flogger and the strapless strap-on. I insert it inside myself and turn the vibration on. Then I flick the handle of the flogger, letting the leather threads twirl through the air. Faster and faster, I fling it until it’s zinging through the air and Red is nearly panting.
I pull back and land the flogger on her arse. She flinches, squealing, but it instantly turns into a moan. I pull back and slap her again.
The chains jangle. Her head rolls forward and the noise that comes from her mouth makes my pussy clench around the vibrating strap-on.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No. I want more.”
I tilt my head at her back. Fine. I return to the drawer and select a paddle instead. I run my hand over her ass and then bring the paddle down on her cheek.
She squeals, leaning forward. “Fuck,” she moans.
I bring it down on her other cheek, once, twice, three times. The noises she makes unleash something feral inside me. I’m now the one panting, and yet she’s the one receiving the punishment. I no longer know who’s in charge here, who really holds the power.
I hold the back of her neck and push down until she’s bent so far forward that her arms strain against the restraints. I step up to her backside, pushing the dildo between her cheeks. She gasps and pushes up, but I grip her neck harder, pinning her in position.
She moans. It’s incoherent, a mumbled fuck or yes, or a mixture of both. She’s hungry for everything I want to give her.
“I swear, Verity, if anything other than my name comes out of your mouth, I’m bringing that paddle back. Do you understand?”
She nods, though her head can scarcely move under my grip. I slip my fingers to her entrance and circle. She’s nice and wet for me, so I position the head of the cock at her entrance, and she jerks against me.
I thrust inside her pussy in one hard motion. She moans, her body relaxing, letting the rope and chains take her weight.
I draw the cock out slowly. Her legs tremble beneath her, but I never let up. I keep her pushed down. Thrust hard. Pull out slow. Thrust hard.
The chains jingle and pull and rattle against each thrust. I reach around her with my other hand. Her nipples are tight little buds. I pinch one hard, and she yelps against me, pushing her arse back against the cock.
I pump in and out, bringing her body higher, winding her tighter and tighter until she throws my name from her lips like a whip.
“I’m going to?—”
I pull out. Leaving her right on the edge but holding back the release she craves. She twists around, furious, as she glares at me.
“What the f—” she starts, but I reach for the paddle and slap it down on her arse.
