Page 15 of Now You're Mine

Roman

Fuck my life.

I’ve never been so hard up for a chick that I’d take orders from her. Even just a few weeks ago, if a Deb had told me to follow her, then strip, I would have found it funny, and presumptuous as fuck. Then I would have told her to get the fuck out of my house.

But Lux.

Lux could lead me straight into the flames of hell, and I’d thank her for the privilege.

Goddamn, I’m so whipped, but I can’t even bring myself to care. The fact is that Lux is here, and after everything I’ve done, she’s allowing me to touch her. I should apply for sainthood because that’s a fucking miracle in my book.

I’m naked, my cock thick and straining for a taste of her. Justone morefucking taste. I’d give anything for it. I’d sign this entire house away just to feel her body clenching around mine, just to hear my name on a whisper that’s tumbling fromherlips.

Is this what insanity feels like?

As I wait for Lux to give her next command, I let my gaze wander over her. The white robe flows around her, and I can’t help but fantasize about all the different ways I could remove that robe. But the way I’m feeling, I know I’d just end up ripping it off her and tearing the fabric in a frenzy of desperation.

I clench my fists at my sides and force myself to remain still. But it’s one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to fucking do.

“Down,” she says, looking up at me.

Without hesitation, I fall to my knees in front of her for the third time. Anything she wants me to do, I’ll do. I’d do anything to remove that hate from her eyes.

After what feels like an eternity, she moves away, crossing to the closet on the far side of the room, built to blend seamlessly into the wood-paneled wall. She opens it and removes something before returning it to me.

There’s a blindfold and a length of rope in her hands. I instantly tense up, the muscles bunching in my shoulders, my hands balling into fists.

What the fuck?

She lifts her chin, looking down at me. “Are you ready to submit to your queen?”

I clench my jaw, and I can’t fucking say it, but I dip my chin in a faint nod. It’s all she needs, I guess. She steps forward and ties the black length of fabric around my eyes, and everything goes dark. Then she moves around to the back of me, pulls my wrists together, and ties them with the rope. It’s my instinct to fight her, to pull my wrists free, push her down, and fuck her right here, just to show her who’sreallyin control.

I don’t, though. I force myself to remain perfectly still, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long-ass-time.

I fucking hate this shit.

When I was a kid, my dad took complete control of everything,especiallyJames and me—what we wore, what we ate, how we spoke. One fucking slip-up and we were beaten. But, sometimes, honestly, we didn’t do anything wrong, and we were beaten within an inch of our lives. All in an effort, my dad said, to make us “men.”

That kind of shit sticks with you.

So, yeah, being tied up, and having control forcibly taken from me isn’t my most favorite-fucking-thing, and I have to breathe deeply, just so I don’t completely lose it.

I’m tied up now, and blindfolded, completely naked, with the taste of her pussy still on my lips. I can sense Lux walking around me, circling me like a lioness inspecting her prize, until, finally, she stops.

I have no idea what she has planned, but if I’m being honest, I’m just glad she’s here with me. As torturous as this is, I was serious when I said I’d walk through the flames of hell just to have her near me.

In the next second, I feel the warmth of her breath fluttering across my face, my lips, so I know she’s close. I have to restrain myself from pushing my head forward and tasting her.

I clench my jaw and ball my hands into fists so hard that my blunt nails cut into the skin of my palms. The pain distracts me from the clawing need that’s crawling through my veins like a fucking disease.

Then she grabs my cock, and starts stroking.Oh, fuck.My head falls back, and my mouth opens.Yesss.My God. Just feeling her warm hand wrapped around me, squeezing, is fucking heaven.

My hips move with the rhythm of her strokes, a silent demand for her to go faster, harder. Then I feel her breath in my ear. “You like that?” she asks.

I swallow past my need to scream. What I really want to do is fuckingroar,but instead, I simply choke out the word, “Yes.”

Her hand briefly leaves my shaft to cup my balls, messaging them gently before moving back to my cock. Her thumb brushes over the tip, and then she pushes at my chest with one hand, forcing me to lean back on my haunches.

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