Page 47 of Caged By the Lich

He grips the neckline of my gown, tearing it with a swift, brutal motion. The cool air hits my bare skin, but it's his gazethat makes me shiver. His eyes roam over me, hungry and possessive, the gray swirling with bolts of gold.

I'm overwhelmed by how much I want him. It's a raw, aching need that consumes every part of me. I've never felt this before, this desperation, this desire. And as he strips away the remnants of my gown, leaving me bare before him, I realize I need to tell him.

"Olvaar," I whisper, my voice barely audible. His eyes meet mine, the gold fading to a softer gray, waiting. "This is...this is my first time."

His grin is slow, predatory. Ferocious. And I have to clench my thighs together at the way it makes heat pool low in my stomach. "Good," he growls. "I want your first. I want your everything, little rebel."

He steps back, standing at the foot of the bed. His hands go to his trousers, slowly unlacing them. His eyes never leave mine, pinning me in place, daring me to look away. I can't. I'm captivated, my breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps.

"But first," he says, his voice a low rumble, "you need to be punished for being such a brat. For treating a lord with such disrespect."

His words ignite something within me. A dark, twisted part of me that revels in his dominance, that craves his punishment. I've pushed him, challenged him, defied him at every turn. And now, I want him to make me pay.

My breath catches in my throat as he finally pushes his pants down, his cock springing free. He's massive, thick and long, and I don't know how he's going to fit in me. But fuck, I want him to stretch me, making me take him.

"Crawl to me, Astrid," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument as he slowly strokes himself.

I obey, my body moving before my mind can even process the action. I crawl towards him, my heart pounding in my chest, mybreath hitching in my throat. I'm naked, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. And I've never felt more alive.

His eyes track my every move, the gray swirling with gold as lust takes over. He mutters under his breath, "You look so fucking good being obedient for once."

I like the praise, but I'm not fooled. I know I'm still in trouble. And damn if that doesn't turn me on even more. I've always loved how powerful Olvaar is, and I can't wait for him to turn that on me.

Olvaar grins, a wicked smile that promises punishment and pleasure in equal measure. He fists my hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt of sensation coursing through me.

"You're such a brat, Astrid," he growls. "You want to be punished, don't you?"

I glare up at him, but there's no real heat behind it. He's right. I do want this. I want him. And with another sharp tug of my hair and the feral grin on his face, he knows it.

"Stick out your tongue," he commands, his voice rough with desire.

I obey, my tongue sliding out, waiting for him. He rubs his cock all over it, groaning as he coats my flesh with his pre-cum. The taste of him is intoxicating, salty and sweet, and I find myself craving more.

"Suck," he orders, his eyes locked onto mine. I wrap my lips around him, taking him into my mouth. He's big, stretching my lips wide, but I take him deeper, eager to please.

He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as he starts to thrust into my mouth. "Fuck, Astrid," he growls. "You're such a little whore for me, aren't you?"

His words are dirty, insulting, but they turn me on like nothing else. I love the way he uses me, the way he takes what he wants without apology. I love the growl in his voice, the stretch of my lips, the feel of him hitting the back of my throat.

I gag around him, but he doesn't stop. He forces his way deeper, growling out his pleasure. "This smart mouth is better used like this," he says, his voice ragged. "Better than all those bratty words."

I can feel him everywhere, filling my senses, consuming me. And I want it. I want all of it. I want him to use me, to take his pleasure from me. I want to be his.

His grip on my hair tightens, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, Astrid," he groans. "You feel so fucking good. I'm going to come down your throat. Swallow every fucking drop like a good little whore."

And I do. I swallow him down, taking everything he gives me. And as he spills into me, I feel my own release building, my body on the edge of explosion. But he pulls out just before I can tip over, a wicked grin on his face.

"Not yet, little rebel," he says, his voice dark with promise. "Not until I say so."

Olvaar flips me onto my back, a growl ripping from his throat as he drags me to the edge of the bed. His fingers plunge into me, and I arch off the mattress, a moan tearing from my lips. I can feel how wet I am, how ready I am for him.

"Fuck, little rebel," he groans, his eyes swirling with gold. "You were awfully turned on by getting your throat fucked, weren't you?"

I can only whimper in response, my hips bucking against his hand as he stretches me, prepares me. I'm begging before I even realize it, my voice a breathy plea. "Please, Olvaar... please, punish me with your cock."

His eyes flash, and he yanks me closer, pushing my thighs apart with a brutal grip. He brings his erection to my entrance, the heat of him burning against my sensitive flesh. "I'll gladly give you every bit of pain and pleasure you're after, Astrid," he promises, his voice a dark rumble.

He pushes in slowly, but not too slowly, forcing me to take him, to stretch around him. It hurts, but fuck, it feels so good.

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