Page 4 of Borden 3

“Hold still, Doll,” he demanded.

But I could hardly keep still when he kept exploring my body, biting lightly at my hip. He spread my legs wide and lapped at my core, his hungry growls vibrating up my body. My legs jolted around him, so he grabbed them in each hand and kept them pinned in place. He sucked at my pussy like a thirsty man. His hot breaths made me lose my damn mind. I needed him to fuck me. I gripped his hair and tugged sharply, attempting to sit up and pull him to me.

How foolish was I to expect to have any strength or sway over this man whose body was so devastatingly powerful; I stood no chance.

Suddenly, he pulled back, gripped me by the hip and arm and flipped me over in two seconds. I let out a loud yelp, surprised by his demanding movements. I loved when he took control like this, using his strength to force me into a position he wanted. It meant he was pent up and going out of his brain.

“What did I say about moving?” he asked, and while there was an edge of humour in his voice, I knew he was irritated.

Borden had come back from a trip, thus back on his power trip.

In return, Borden was still his ruthless self and he was trying to shed his inner beast through me.

I tried to lift my ass up, a silly grin spreading across my lips. “I’ll do what I fucking want, Borden.”

He landed a heavy slap against my ass, forcing it back down again. My body jolted from the sudden pain replaced by the delicious burn I craved. “Not the right response, Doll.”

“I’m only answering,” I said, innocently.

“You’re misbehaving.”

“Well, you’re not around long enough these days to put me in my place, are you?”

“So you keep saying.”

“Think of all I’ve unlearned. All the nasty things my body needs and isn’t getting anymore.” Oh, I was riling him up now, I just knew it, but I didn’t want to stop. I turned my head to look at him in the dark, acting confused when I said, “Borden, I thought you were capable of meeting my needs—”

His hand wrapped around my mouth, silencing me. His voice was quiet, but the thunder was present in him as he growled, “There are consequences to pushing a man like me, Doll.”

I didn’t care.

I squirmed beneath him, my ass jutting out once more. I presented myself to him. My body panting as I waited for his cock to slide inside me. To fuck all this misery away. Because I was miserable lately, wasn’t I? So alarmingly alone, and I didn’t know what to do with myself these days. Those words wouldn’t surface, so I forged through the emotions alone, waiting for his cruel touch, the balm later coating me through his doting words.

Slap me, but tell me you love me.

Fuck me, but tell me it’s only me you desire.

Spit on me, but wipe away my tears.

Yes, fuck my pussy like you’re the man in charge, but let me feel the power you’ve relinquished by giving you what you desire: by permitting you to destroy me.

“What are you doing riling me up?” he questioned in bewilderment. Letting go of my mouth, I felt him reach for something. “Don’t hold me responsible for what I’m about to do. Not when you push, Emma. And you love to fucking push, don’t you?”

I did.

I didn’t even pretend to hide it.

Something silky pressed against my wrists. Immediately I recognized the feel of his tie as he looped it around my arms, tugging it tightly. A light pain throbbed there. I tried to move my arms but found I couldn’t. I grinned into the mattress.

“Tying my hands, Borden?” I feigned surprise. “Afraid I’ll smack you? Wouldn’t want to leave behind any marks this time on that ruthless face. What would they think of the imperious Borden then?”

He let out a deep chuckle. “My alleycat is in a rebellious mood, isn’t she?”

“I’m only wondering—”

Another slap landed on my ass, silencing me as I gasped and then laughed. Pain burned where he smacked me, and my laugh died, turning into a long and sensual moan.

“Mark me all you fucking want,” he returned. “I want your sex marks, Doll. I fucking delight in them.”

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