I narrow my eyes. “I don’t believe that.”
She purses her lips, her eyes boring into mine, but she doesn’t reply. I guess she’s still trying to resist her needs. Too bad for her, I want her to fall for me again … only so I can destroy her when she does. Her resolve is chipping away bit by bit, and I’ll be there when it crumbles down.
Hooking my fingers underneath the elastic band, I pull down my boxer shorts in one go. My semi-hard dick has her eyes almost bulging out of her head, making me wonder whether she’s afraid I might shove my cock into her pussy … Or not at all.
I smirk when she covers up her hardened nipples with one hand, attempting to hide her excitement over seeing my pierced cock.
“Don’t be so ashamed, Princess. It’s all natural,” I muse.
“I’m not,” she says, sinking to her knees.
“Whatever. Get up,” I say, as I step into the tub.
I move closer and place my hand on her waist. She flinches, trying to back away, but the metal around her wrist won’t let her.
“Don’t move, Princess. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“S-stay away,” she says.
“Hmm … are you so sure about that?” I say, turning up the temperature just a notch. Her eyes open up completely, and she gasps. “Or not?” I turn it back down.
“No, turn it back up!” she says, jerking on the cuffs.
“Stop,” I say, smacking her tit. “I told you not to fucking move.”
“I’m sorry,” she says.
I smack her other tit, making her squeal. “And don’t you fucking tell me what to do.”
“I’m sorry!” she repeats, this time even louder.
“Now, what do you want, hmm? Do you want me to turn this up? Ask nicely.”
“Can you make the water warmer, please?” she asks, her voice soft and pleading.
I love the sound of it … it reminds me of a long time ago, when she still wanted me and wasn’t such a conniving bitch.
“What are you going to do for me?” I ask, pulling her closer. Her cold tits rub my chest, creating goosebumps all over. I fucking love it. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still think I’m nice?”
She swallows and thinks about her answer for a second. “Only when you want to be.”
“Exactly. And you don’t get to decide anything. You don’t get to manipulate me. I won’t allow it, so don’t try it ever again.” I grip her ass so tight that she squirms and my fingers mark her skin red.
Her face glows as I lean in to take a whiff of her scent. Her face is much cleaner than before, and all the make-up has rinsed off. She looks pure … less tainted than hours before. Every passing second her shifting behavior affects me. Changes me. It forces me to look at her in more ways than just the one consumed by hatred.
With the water cascading down her beautiful body, puckered nipples, and pink lips, I get the sudden urge to take what belongs to me.
So, I do. I kiss her, pressing my lips softly onto hers, marking her as mine. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t even flinch as I kiss her gently, my tongue dipping out to lick her sweet, icy-cold lips. I let my tongue roam free across her mouth and push inside, forcing her to open up and let me in. She doesn’t resist; instead, her tongue finds mine, and her lips cling to me. The cold doesn’t suppress the warmth flowing to my cock, which grows thicker every second. All I can think of is kissing her, fucking her every fucking second of the day …, and then ruining her for life.
I step into the shower with her, increasing the temperature further until it’s warm enough to heat up her body. She’s still shivering, as I press her firmly into my warm body. She makes herself small to fit between my arms, as if I’m a radiator she’s cuddling up to. How cute. I just want to fuck her with my tongue.
Her taste is exhilarating, and I can’t fucking get enough of tasting her, her mouth latching onto mine with equal wantonness. Her body is quickly regaining its normal temperature, and her natural flush reappears on her face, although I’m not exactly sure if that’s because of the shower or because I’m grabbing her ass and pushing her body against mine.
The urge to turn her around and bend her over gets bigger and bigger as she pants into my mouth, desperate for air … desperate for more kisses. I let my hands roam free over her body, cupping her tit and giving it a nice squeeze. My mouth silences her first moan, as I taste her willingness to finally submit. And, oh … how I will make her submit.
***
VANESSA
His fingers brush along my body, reviving my senses. He prickles my skin with his rough hands, kissing me roughly, taking me whole. His need captures me; his desire for my body to the point that I just let it happen. I don’t resist … and maybe I don’t want to. Maybe, for a moment, I just want to feel and remember what it was like for him to love me.
Or at least for him to fuck me raw.
It’s the next best thing.
It doesn’t take long for his fingers to find their way to my pussy, sliding back and forth between my legs to make me open up.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he murmurs into my mouth, leaving sweet, delicious kisses on my lips. “Let me warm you up.”
My body still quakes, partially with need and partially from fear, as I part my legs and let him touch me. His skilled fingers have me panting already as he strokes my pussy. His cock grows hard against my belly, pushing into me as he wraps one arm around my back, holding me close.
“You feel that, Princess? That’s called being someone’s pet.”
I frown, biting my lip. “I’m not a pet.”
“You are mine now, and I’ll call you whatever the hell I want,” he muses, licking his lip ring. “My little pet. And this fucking pussy is mine, too.” He caresses my slit, making it wetter by the second. “You know how I know? This.” He holds his finger next to my mouth. “Open up, Princess. Taste yourself.”
I do as he says; not because I want to, but because I know I have no other choice.
His finger probes my mouth and slides across my tongue, forcing me to taste my own wetness. My eyes drift down his body, too consumed by lust to avert somewhere else. I look at the winged skull tattoo on his chest, the scars surrounding it, and the piercing in his nipple that I didn’t notice before. I don’t know why I like looking at him, but I do. I know I’m hot for him; he doesn’t have to tell me. I can’t help my own fucking body. This is just what he does to me.
I’ve been so numb these past few years—first with Phillip, then with Arthur—that I’ve forgotten what feeling something is like. And holy shit, feeling his hands all over my body and his mouth on mine is addictive.
His lips move to my neck as his fingers dexterously circle my clit, barely avoiding it. I’m shaking with need, hot blood pulsing through my veins, bursting with life. My need for him grows stronger every second, and my barrier is breaking down as he forces me to endure his touch.
“Don’t fight it, Princess,” he whispers close to my ear. “Or I’ll make your body turn frigid again.”
Just the thought of that icy cold makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“What do you want, Princess?” he asks, spreading my slickness all over. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
My breath comes in short gasps as his fingers dig into my skin on my back.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it,” I gasp.
I’m not sure if I’m telling the truth or a lie.
“I could do this all day, you know … tease you until you beg me to stop,” he murmurs, smiling against my skin. He places another kiss just underneath my ear. “Would you like that?”
“No …” I say, hissing when he cups my pussy and remains motionless.
“I know you’re lying … This pussy wants to come so badly, I can feel it. I can smell it. I can taste it.”
He lets go of my pussy and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingers like it’s a lollipop and I’m the sweet candy hidden inside. The deliciously devious smile on his face makes my pussy thump with need.
Suddenly, he spins me on my feet and grabs my throat, making me gasp for air.
But his hand … oh fuck, he brings his hand back down and toys with me, still avoiding my clit. He’s teasing me, testing my ability to adjust and accept his dominance over me. I swallow, feeling his harsh grip on my throat with every movement of my muscles.