Page 116 of Blood Day
Except that wasn’t what he’d said in the shower. He wouldn’t let me go to my knees then. He’d said that wasn’t how the game was played.
So had he done all this to make me mad with lust just to deny me pleasure?
No. He was offering it in the form of my own hand.
I wanted to laugh. Not because it was funny, but because it was just so humiliating and hurtful andwrong.
“I hate you,” I breathed, my hand releasing the pillow to skate down my body, to do what he’d demanded.
Only, I no longer felt as hot as before.
I felt cold.
But I had to do this for him. It was what he’d demanded, and he was the superior being. The one who issued edicts that I had to follow.
More tears left my eyes as I found my clit, the agony of his new game mixing with the pain of my need.
He caught my wrist, his knee suddenly on the bed as he knelt between my thighs.
“You should hate me,” he said, his obsidian irises raging with black fire. “That’s our current world. It’s cruel. Your desires mean nothing. Your arousal is meant to be a passing enjoyment that’s abused and used for someone else’s pleasure. Never your own.”
I clenched my jaw. “You don’t need to remind me of my place. Iknowwhat I am to you,Master Cedric.” I circled my clit with my finger to punctuate the point, causing his eyes to lower. “Release me. I’m ready to perform.”
He smiled. “That anger you feel right now?Thatis what I desire from you.”
“So you tricked me into thinking there would be more just to remind me of my fate, all to provoke anger?” I really did hate this man.
“Yes,” he replied. “Because now you’re ready to experience it. And you’ll appreciate it that much more in the end.”
I frowned. “Appreciate what?” I didn’t understand a word he was saying.
He crawled over me, his grip on my wrist forcing my hand to move with him. Then he set it back in the pillows beside the other one.
His lips brushed my cheek as he pressed his mouth to my ear. “My tongue, Lily.”
He nuzzled my jaw, his body not fully touching mine as he balanced his weight on his hands, which he’d placed on the bed on either side of my head.
“Your pleasure doesn’t matter to society,” he continued, his nose skimming my cheekbone. “Only my pleasure matters, according to your classes. But as I told you in theshower, those courses were not designed with my wants and needs in mind.”
I swallowed, his erratic behavior giving me whiplash.
“You’re so wet, little flower. You’re begging for rapture.” His words were almost reverent. “You denied my request and voiced your own.Thatis what I want.Thatis behavior I’ll reward.”
But he’d just spent the last however many minutes reminding me of my place.
I didn’t understand.
Why would he do that? Was this just another trick? A way to mess with me even more?
“Tell me to eat your pussy,” Master Cedric said, his mouth hovering over mine. “Demand it and I’ll give it to you.”
I shuddered. “You’re playing with me.”
“No, I’m teaching you,” he corrected. “You’ve been taught to only care about the enjoyment of the master you’ll serve. But your enjoyment matters to me.”
“That’s not what you said?—”
“I pointed out what the university has taught you. Now I’m instructing you onmypreferences. So tell me to eat your pussy, Lily. Tell me to lick that sweet little clit until you’re crying with pleasure and begging me to stop.”
