Page 76 of Their Domme

The excitementin his eyes was enough to tell me he didn’t mind the nickname that had slipped out or the challenge I’d given him. But if he wanted me to come out from behind my walls and open up, he could fucking earn it. Declarations were nice, but we both worked better with pain, and I’d need it to cling to if he wanted me to open up. Emotions weren’t my friend, and even for Ansel, who I’d known for years, I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. Hell, I knew he’d be disappointed if I did.

With a glint of sadistic glee, he held me tight and twisted us so I was flat on my back with him hovering above me. A calloused hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just tightly enough that I could feel his strength, then he trailed his fingers down my chest and between my breasts, heading for my leggings. He quickly pulled them off of me, followed by my bra, and then I was completely naked beneath his fully clothed body.

“Talk to me, Liebling. This isn't a one-way attraction, or you would have told me off long before now.Youreached out tometo relax, not just for profit or sex.”

He carefully ran his hands all over my body, up my legs, my stomach, arms… none of the places I really wanted him to touch. This soft torture was out of character for him, and right now it was so fucking cruel considering how turned on I was. Trying to get him to touch me where I wanted him, I shifted my hips, chasing his touch, but he immediately pinned my pelvis to the mattress, his grip so tight I moaned with pleasure. Fuck, I loved the brutal handling.

“You take what I give you, Nicholette,” he warned, “or I’ll get the ropes and tie you in place until I’m done with you. Every person in this house will hear you scream and cry out for mercy until you don’t have a voice anymore. Unlike most of the men you’re with, I knowexactlyhow far I can push your body right now.”

“Ansel…” I whispered, my voice cracking as I searched his expression.

“Talk. To. Me,” he ordered, his hard tone leaving no room for argument.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I rasped.

“The truth,” he told me, his voice so fucking gentle. Tears burned my eyes, making me squeeze them shut. I wanted to blame the babies and the pregnancy hormones, but this was all me. And him. I loved his brutality and all of his sharp edges, but that soft voice was somehow undoing me. I didn’t want him to change himself, to becomeless thanwho he was now, but hearing this other side to him that was currently reserved for just me… It was something special that I couldn’t fight even if I was struggling to put that into words outside of my mind and body. “You wanted honesty from me, and I expect it back.”

“I don’t know,” I rasped, my muscles tensing and relaxing as he continued to stroke my body, fanning the flames inside of me. “There’s just something… something I’ve always been drawn to when it comes to you. You didn’t care how far you pushed me when we were together. There was no restraint and no hesitation when you ordered me around, degraded me. So fucking confident in what you were capable of and what I could handle.”

I swallowed hard when he patiently waited as if he could see my mind trying to form the words for what I wanted to describe. But how could I describe how I felt about him when I was still trying to figure it out for myself? The others… They talked as if this was inevitable, but my heart had already been torn into smithereens. Did I have enough to piece together to give it to someone else? Cold gray eyes met mine, and something inside me just knew that it was a stupid question because even without me consciously choosing him, he already had a part of me.

Ansel F?rstner was a force of nature, a boogeyman that scared grown men even in broad daylight, but to me, he felt like a protector. He didn’t hide who he was from me; every ugly scar and painful memory was laid bare when we were together. I didn’t want him whole. I wanted his pain, his rage, and his detachment to play in. When I was with him, I felt like I was protected from everyone in the world except for him. He was my monster, and he had more limits than I think he credited himself with.

Just as I opened my mouth, he leaned down and took one of my nipples in his. I whimpered; the hot heat and wetness of his tongue swirling around the peak made me lose my train of thought. He sucked harder and harder before he suddenly pulled away with a loud pop and did the same to my other breast. He took his time, his lips, teeth, and tongue playing with me until I was a whining mess under him.

“Ansel, please, god, please,” I begged, my head tossing and turning. I tried to find some relief, but there was no mercy in the grinning older man above me.

“You think your breasts are tender now, just wait until they’re heavy and full of milk. So fucking sensitive that you’ll be crying for some relief from the building pressure.” He scraped his teeth over one of the hard peaks, making me hoarsely cry out his name. “You still have more to say. Concentrate and get through this, Liebling, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“When we met, I was… I was a mess. I’d been on my own for a while, and I’d run into Frederick… Well, that doesn’t matter.” I shook my head and took a few deep breaths to focus my erratic thoughts in spite of his continued teasing. “Maksim had broken me. He had helped me tear down the last bit of who I was before I got to Ashview, and you helped me put the last pieces of myself fully back together in a new way. I saw the darkness inside me reflected back at me in your eyes.”

Ansel pushed himself off of me, and I started to panic until I realized he was taking off his clothes and tossing them aside before he settled over me again. I moaned at the feel of his naked body against my own.God, he feels fantastic.He spread my legs, and I felt the hardness of him at my entrance, waiting.

“You were one of the first people that made me feel like it was okay to just be me. Ansel, you were like coming home for the first time. I felt welcomed and safe; every hit and drop of blood you wrung from me was a baptism into my new life. It felt like the only person who could hold me steady was you. I don’t care about the age difference between us or the fact that I’ve been with other people in your family.” He thrust inside of me, slowly, deliciously stretching me. “But… I resent that you did that for me. I hate that you make me feel things. I hate that you never had to tear my walls down because you’ve always been inside of them. I hate that I didn’t stand a chance against your fucking relentlessness. And most of all… Most of all, I hate that you’re such a part of me when I’ll never be that for you.”

That was it. That was what kept me from opening up to him or letting myself accept how I felt about him. The other guys might have thought I had feelings for Ansel, but I didn’t think they had any inkling just how deep those feelings ran or at least that’s what I’d like to think. I sure as fuck hadn’t known until everything spilled out of me.

I turned my face away from him, or at least I tried to, but he grabbed me, his hands rough. He forced me to meet his eyes as he bottomed out inside of me. A cry fell from my lips as he stretched me, and I thought he would kiss me, capturing the sounds he was wringing from me, but he studied my face as I tried to become accustomed to his cock inside of me. He fucked me slowly, and I started to close my eyes only for him to shake my face, snapping an order to look at him.

Ansel leaned forward, licking up my tears with long slow swipes of his tongue. He murmured how fucking good I felt around his cock, how I was such a good fucking girl. His pace increased until he was fucking me so fast and hard that my breasts jolted harshly with every slap of flesh on flesh.

“Please,” I begged, not sure whether I was asking for more pleasure or for him to let me go.

“Shhh,” he whispered before slanting his lips over mine. I could taste the salt of my tears on his tongue, and he finally released my face. His fingers ran down my side, then he reached between us, teasing my clit until I screamed into our kiss. He grunted soon after, filling me up with hot cum while he fucked me hard enough that I saw fucking stars.

He kept kissing me, his tongue sliding along mine, urging me to get my brain back online. I wished he hadn’t. I didn’t want to face what I had told him. No part of me wanted to face Ansel right now.

When he finally broke the kiss, I shifted away, sliding over to try to get out of the bed, but a hard yank stopped me. Ansel had grabbed a handful of my hair to trap me in place.

“Nicholette—”

“I need to get ready, Ansel,” I replied, refusing to look at him. “Roderick is coming. Something about Maeve…”

“Liebling,” he rumbled, yanking me backward into his body. “What you said—”

“Don’t, Ansel,” I rasped, my throat thick with emotion. “I don’t want you to lie or make promises!”

“Do I seem like someone who would lie to you, Nicholette?” he growled, making me shudder. He pulled my hair until I was forced to look up at him. His gray eyes glittered with emotion, and I licked my lips.

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