Page 26 of Bratva's Stolen Bride
If she trusts me, and will beg for me, that’s everything.
I take my time, and get her to the edge of pleasure, when she’s bucking into me, chasing the next firm lick.
And then I stop.
She keens, vibrating with need, and I know I’ve got her to the brink.
“I’ll let you come. One more touch, and you’ll be there. I can give it to you.” I want to. Maybe I crave it even more than she does.
“You bastard!” she sobs out.
“It’s to keep you safe,” I tell her honestly.
“I can’t, I have to…” She writhes in her restraints. “I…” There are more babbling words. Incoherent.
“Say the word, Payton.”
She hesitates, not ready. Still holding out.
I sit back on my heels and my knees crack. Fuck, as though I needed that reminder I’m forty-four. “I think I’m thirsty.”
“What?” she pants. “Youwhat? You’re going to leave me like this?”
“Only for a moment.” I pause meaningfully. “When you’ve calmed down a bit, and I’ve had a glass of water, I’ll resume.”
She makes a high-pitched noise of frustration and desire.
“Unless you have something you want to say to me?”
“No, no… I…” She shakes her head and tugs against the tie holding her hands, but she doesn’t attempt to touch herself, close her legs, or escape.
She’s such a pretty sight, her cunt all on display for me. I rise to my full height.
“Are you going to be a good girl while I get us some refreshment?”
She sobs and rolls her hips, but nods her head.
“This house has solar panels on the roof and a battery system,” I explain as I fetch a pint glass and fill it with ice and cold water from the fridge. “We have all we need to do this for as long as required.”
I take a long glug and sigh contentedly as I look back at Payton.
She’s biting her bottom lip, eyes screwed closed as though in pain.
“Just ask me.” I refill the glass and return to her.
She opens her eyes and the mixture of defiance and desire I see there only serves to harden my cock to steel.
“I can’t.” But it’s a tired refusal.
“Do you want water?” I bet she’s as thirsty as I am after being in the sea. And all that whimpering.
“If I say yes, is that begging, and I lose?” she asks suspiciously.
I shake my head. “You’re missing the point of this entirely, Payton.”
“What is it then? Because I thought it was to torture me until I beg you to stop.”
“It’s to force you to let me care for you and protect you the way I know you need, and not allow you to get into trouble,” I reply, low and simply with the truth of the statement.
