Page 131 of House of Crimson Kisses
That does something to me. A tingle of energy shoots from the press of her fingers down to my pussy.
“And yet, it is I who wield the power in this situation because with the snap of my hand, I could have you on the floor, bent over begging for me to let you come.”
She smiles like it’s a lie, and I grin like it’s the truth.
We both know we’re playing games.
“The blood is in your system. Your colour is back. There’s an energy throbbing through you I want to consume.”
“Then consume me, Octavia.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. My hands slide to her shirt, placing one on either side of the fabric, and I rip it apart, shredding it. I tear through her sports bra, and I leave her there, topless.
“Fuck, you are the most magnificent thing I have ever seen.”
And in this moment, she truly is. Her skin glows golden. Not the pale wasteland from earlier. Her eyes glimmer with a hunger for the world. For me, and I hope eventually for the power that clearly pulses in her body.
I pull at her trousers next and unbutton them and let her slide them off as I rush to the toy drawer in my room. I’m back in a second and she’s only just taken them off.
I slide into the harness, a grind pad in the bottom for me, and then I tug her by the arm, pushing her to the bed.
“Bend over,” I say.
She looks like she’s going to put up a fight. I narrow my eyes at her. “Red… don’t be a brat. You won’t like what happens if you misbehave.”
She stays put. I sigh. But it’s not real. I like the fight. I want her to fight because it gives me the hope that she won’t give up. That maybe she will finally embrace who she is and choose to fight alongside me for the city. Fight her way to the door and unleash magic so that she can become who she is meant to be.
“Make me,” she hisses.
I lunge for her, but she’s faster than I expect and lurches out of the way, bouncing on her toes.
“Interesting,” I say. Realising that the blood must have done more than pull her from the brink of death.
But she’s not transitioned yet. And until she can truly embrace who she is, she won’t be a match for me. I leap at her, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. She jerks, trying to free her arm, but I’ve got her pinned in place. I use my height against her and push her on her tippy toes to the edge of the bed and bend her over the edge until her arse is plump and rounded and ready for smacking.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Elysium.”
“Good, mine is villain,” I say and then I pull my hand back and smack her arse. She lurches forward with the pressure from the smack and groans against me.
I reach back for one of the other toys I brought with me, a flogger, and then I yank that back and slap it over her arse too.
“The first was for disobeying. That was because I felt like it. Now, are you going to do as you’re told?”
“Not as long as I breathe,” she says, and it lights another flicker of fire in my belly. There she is. Embrace it, Red. Fuel yourself, grab hold of that inner power.
I take the end of the cock and bring it to her entrance.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask.
To my surprise, she shunts back against me, making the dildo penetrate her pussy.
My eyes widen in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. The brat in her is strong today. It was a threat, not a promise. The blood truly has gone to her head. I like it. Want more of it. I want her to dig deep and find the pieces of her that only she can reach.
I pull the cock out, but she drives back again.
“Make me forget,” she says.
