Page 17 of Twisted Empire

His words made my knees tremble and my skin tingle with goosebumps. It was like I was two different people. Alone, I was just a normal young woman, but with him, I was a breathless bad girl, willing to say ‘yes, sir’ to every command, just to please him. Willing to be treated like a whore and take everything he had to give me.

That used to scare me, but not anymore.

“Last chance to say no, Doll,” he murmured in my ear.

I would never say no to him again.

“Please…” I moaned.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Now. I—” My begging was cut off, replaced with a pained gasp as he plunged deep inside me without warning. I tried to brace myself against the bed with my arms, but his passion was more than I could handle, wild and unrestrained, and I began to slip forward. He wrapped a strong arm around me, holding me steady as he used my body the way I wanted him to.

The desire inside me grew and grew, my flooding wetness only adding fuel to the blazing fire. Elias thrust over and over. The fingertips of his free hand masterfully stroked my clit, adding to the inferno.

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying out like a madwoman, embarrassed by the airy grunting sounds already spilling forth whenever he slammed his cock in me right to the hilt.

“Scream for me, Doll.” The command he issued came out as a hoarse growl against the shell of my ear. “I want to hear it.”

A stinging slap landed on my ass. My mouth dropped open in a whimper. “Oh!”

“Louder. Tell me how much you want this.”

“I… oh!” I cried out again as pressure began to build deep in my core. “I want it. I want it so bad.”

He slapped me again, harder this time. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“And?”

“Your cock,” I said breathily. “I want it in me all the time.”

“Where?” He pulled out for a second, leaving me clenching at nothing, desperate and moaning with need.

“My pussy, my mouth, my ass. Everywhere!” I cried. He slapped my ass again, and I screamed. “Oh, yes!”

He went faster, harder, his free hand snaking up to my breasts to tweak my nipples. Then he trailed it over my back before slipping one finger into my ass, using my dripping juices to lubricate it. One finger became two, and I let out a gasp at the filthy sensation of utter fullness. My fingers gripped the duvet. My eyes closed. I was falling, falling, falling, right into a dark haze of sin and lust and bliss. I was nearly there.

Elias seemed to know I was right on the precipice of an earth-shattering climax, because he pulled his fingers and cock out of me and turned me over, chuckling at the expression on my face as the looming pleasure took one step back, the overwhelming pressure fading just slightly. He wanted to delay it, wanted to torment me by keeping me right on the edge as long as possible. I wouldn’t be allowed to come until he said I could.

“Please,” I begged, my voice coming out in a choked whisper. “Please… Master. More.”

His lips tightened, and he thrust back in hard enough to send me sliding back up the bed. I cried out and snapped my eyes shut, an even headier mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through me now.

“Come,” he commanded. “Right fucking now.”

That was all it took for me to surrender. A powerful climax ripped through me, and I gasped for breath and clung to him, my nails digging into his back. His musky scent filled my nostrils and stars burst across my vision like an explosion of fireworks in the night sky. Elias groaned deeply as my muscles clenched around him. With one final thrust, he collapsed against me, pinning me to the bed.

My eyes started to focus again, and I let out a deep breath as Elias rolled off me and onto his back. A moment later, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked over at me, his forehead creased with thought.

“I wasn’t just saying all that shit earlier to try and get laid,” he murmured. “I do love you. You know that now, right?”

“Yes. And I—”

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but even with the new level of honesty and intimacy we’d just reached, I couldn’t say them. “Elias,” I began again, hot shame creeping into my cheeks. “I know I feel the same way as you. I really do. But I just… I can’t say it yet.”

I thought he would look hurt or vulnerable. Instead he smiled faintly and moved closer. He put an arm around me, dragging me into the warmth of his embrace. “I know. I don’t expect you to after what you’ve been put through lately.”

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