Page 31 of Rousing Renee

“Don’t you dare come.” He let my throat free and withdrew his hand from between my legs, standing back from me.

I rolled to my side, closed my eyes, and focused on breathing. When I peeked to see if he was still watching me, he was. Eyes dark, chest heaving, hands flexing, lip curled, shoulders bunched. He was ready to strike, and I volunteered as tribute. He said no. He said… no. I went back to breathing, looking away from him, and walking my arousal backward.

“Submission on the deepest level, taking care of me because you want to, not because you have to, obedience, being open to me however and whenever I want. Enduring as much or as little pain as I want you to. Suffering for my pleasure. Orgasm denial and control. Mind fucks. Degradation. Humiliation. Privately, of course. What’s mine is fucking mine. Wearing my scent. Feminine energy.”

It took a second to catch on to what he was doing. The same as I had. Limits and boundaries.

“Able to make decisions for herself, but defers to me when I’m around. If Total Power Exchange means to you a master and slave situation, that’s not me. However, controlling decisions inside and most of the outside the bedroom or play time is. Negotiated, of course. Translation? As mine, you need to feel owned all the fucking time. That means being marked, babygirl.”

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I rolled over on my stomach to crawl away. Not strong enough to stay so close to him and not have what I needed.

Ezra hissed. “She’s fucking hungry for me. Starved. Look at how wet your panties are. She’s a spoiled girl used to getting her goddamn way.”

Breathe.

I crawled more, but the bed felt like I was attempting to traverse through quicksand. Weak with need. Ezra leaned over me, pulled my panties up between my crack so that the globes of my butt were visible to him. He lifted me slightly as if to peruse me closely before he yanked me to the edge of the mattress and let go.

“Do it again.”

I crawled away and when I got past the center, he pulled me back.

“Again.”

We did this twice more before he spanked me on the right side. One solid, stinging blow that tore my willpower to shreds.

“Crawl.”

I tried, I really did. However, I was shaking so hard it was difficult to stay up, let alone crawl.

Two solid ones landed on the left, and I lost my composure. Close… so close.

“Crawl.”

I begged the gods for strength. I gave it all the energy I had. Then I was yanked back, and he alternated between the left and the right. One on the right. Two on the left. Back and forth until I was screaming for mercy. Not because the pain was too much. No. It was that damn orgasm threatening to knock me flat and cause me to disobey a direct order. I tried hard to crawl away, but he only pulled me back for more. Cat—mouse. Prey—predator. The succession sped up so quickly I felt my body submitting to his will while my mind fought to hold on.

“No, Sir!” I screamed at him. Then… I came hard.

“Look at her…” He ran his finger directly against my pussy…

Wait.

She was exposed. Somewhere between the crawling and pulling. I buried my face into the bed, ashamed that he could see everything!

“Today, as punishment, you’ll keep those panties on. No need to clean up down there. I like messy things.” He leaned over me. Something landed between the seam of my butt, and I turned my head to see saliva dripping from his mouth.

My eyes widened, and I felt dirty.

“All day.” He slid his tongue from the crease up my spine and then across my neck. Marking me with more of his saliva. “All fucking day.” He pulled my panties back in place and the soggy mess pressed against me.

“It’s time for me to go. We both have a long day.”

“We… do.”

Mine would be even longer, because I realized that every time I moved, I felt the moisture. It would keep me primed all day.

“Have a good day, babygirl.”

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