Page 56 of Until I Own You

That fucking ass is swallowing her thong completely.

I slide my hand across her bare ass cheek for a few seconds. Caressing and enjoying the feel of her on my skin. How long have I craved this?

Ten years.

Now I’m finally able to live my fantasies.

“This is for speaking out of turn.” I draw my hand back and smack her. With less than half the power I know I have. Way less than she should be able to take.

Bridget lets out a quick, “Hm!”

I’m preparing her as well as myself as the light tingle dissipates through my hand.

I twist her legs back so she’s flat on the bed. “This–” I mount her again, eyeing her breast. “Is for not calling me ‘Sir’.”

I descend upon the swell of her breast, above the nipple and bite down. Enough to mark. Enough for her to feel it. Not enough to break the skin.

I want her to hurt, but I also want her to enjoy it, even if this is supposed to be a punishment.

Bridget yelps and squirms under me. The links on her cuffs rattle. Her pelvis rises to meet mine, causing me to buck.

Fuck.

I bite harder.

She moans but settles down.

When I’m happy, I pull away, favoring the slick image of my teeth marks on the skin of her breast.

That will leave a mark tomorrow. So she can remember.

“Look me in the eye,” I growl.

When our eyes meet, my strength eludes me. Because her eyes are begging. For release. For more.

Now. I have to do it now.

Each of her breaths creates gravity, pulling me closer and closer, inch by inch until we are centimeters away.

“I need to do this,” I say.

Though it breaks protocol, I don’t care when Bridget responds with a desperate and whimpering, “Please.”

I need this just as badly as she does.

Our lips collide with a harsh neediness, starting at a level ten of passion. Lips pressing, tongues winding.

I am a lost cause for Bridget. For her mouth. For her touch.

I don’t know if I can do this.

I break the kiss, pulling away, though Bridget’s mouth hungers for more. “Stop,” I say, a mere croak.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Did I hurt you?” Her eyebrows raise with concern.

“No, no, I just…” I run my hand down over my mouth. “I’m afraid I might lose myself. Because I…want you so bad.”

Bridget is quiet for a moment. She’s about to tell me to release her from her restraints and disappear from the Underground never to be seen again until the inevitable family dinner we have to sit across from each other and pretend like we were never here.

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