Page 26 of Beast

Moving with slowness, I strip off my clothes and toss them aside.

Blake’s moan when she finally sees me naked is ego boosting to say the least. Her eyes drink me in and I like her looking at me like that.

Reaching out, I trail my fingertips along the curve of her hip, relishing the way she shudders at the light touch. “I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm. Watching you unravel as I push you to the edge, repeatedly only to deny your release.”

I press a feather-light kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck, smiling against her as she arches into me. “And when I finally decide to grant you your release,” I whisper, “it’s going to be earth-shattering.”

Stepping back, I admire the sight of her, flushed and panting, her eyes dark with desire. “On the floor,” I demand.

Her brow furrows slightly, but she does as she’s told, kneeling on the floor. I move to the other side of the room, holding her gaze. “Now be a good girl and crawl to me,” I purr.

Her jaw falls open. “What?”

Has my angel underestimate how much I like to dominate? It would seem so from the shocked expression on her stunning face. “I said, be a good girl and crawl to me.”

Indecision enters those azure blue eyes. A battle commences between her stubborn pride and the unmistakable desire she harbors within. We both know which will win in the end.

“I won’t—” she starts, her eyes flashing with defiance.

I raise a hand, silencing her with a sharp look. “It wasn’t a question. Now do as I say, or there will be consequences.”

Her gaze lands on my hard cock and I sense desire beginning to win the war. “Gaston, I—” she tries again.

“Blake.” I cut her off, my tone brooking no argument. “I won’t ask you again.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she begins to move. Initially, her movements are stiff. However less than half-way across I can see her eyes flooding with desire as she eases into her submissive position.

A flood of pride hits me seeing the girl who was so defiant now crawling to me like the good girl she is deep down. I memorize this moment. The way her hips sway as she crawls, the delicate curve of her spine and the wild tangle of her beautiful blonde hair.

When she reaches me, I extend a hand, tangling my fingers in those silken strands and tugging sharply. Blake gasps, her eyes widening, and I yank her head back, exposing the long, elegant column of her throat.

“Good girl,” I murmur, crouching down and brushing my lips across the sensitive skin just beneath her jaw.

A strangled whimper escapes her lips and she shivers at the light touch.

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do with you?” I demand, pushing back to meet her gaze.

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck.

Blake has rarely addressed me in that way despite me demanding she call me sir from the start. And it sounds so fucking right when she’s naked and before me like this.

“I’m going to make you scream, make you cry, make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name. When I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but a quivering, whimpering mess at my feet.”

“Oh God,” she gasps, pleading me with her eyes. “Please.”

I smirk. “Are you begging, baby girl?”

Blake’s eyes are dark with desire as she stares up at me, her lips parted. “Yes, Gaston,” she breathes. “I’m begging you. Please, I need you so badly.”

I tighten my grip on her hair, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “That’s what I want to hear.” Slowly, I release my hold and trail my fingers down the side of her face. “Tell me, baby girl, what is it you want me to do to you?”

She leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering. “I want you to fuck me,” she murmurs. “I want you to take me hard and fast until I can’t think straight.” Her gaze darts down to my cock, which is standing to attention. “I want you to fill me up and make me scream.”

A low, guttural groan rumbles in my chest. “That can be arranged.” Grabbing her by the shoulders, I haul her to her feet and toss her back onto the bed. She lands with a soft thud, her hair splaying out around her like a golden halo.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command, watching her.

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