Page 46 of Gift from the Nexus

“Happened. It happened and there’s no going back and changing anything about it. My body will heal with time, but it’s my soul that’s screaming out now.”

Climbing to her knees, she sits back on her heels in the middle of my bed and holds my gaze. There’s a gentle assuredness to her tone, but it’s also tinged with a dire longing. A longing I know so well when it comes to her.

“What’s it screaming for?” I ask slowly.

“You. Your brand of control that gives me power over my own body, my own choices, my own life. It’s screaming for the balance only you can give me. Please.”

Subtly releasing my breath, I command my body to stay still and not reach out to grab her. It’s both wired and completely calm. Just by her offering me full control over this situation, everything within me is settling. My gift has stopped thrashing, my bond is preening, my mind has quieted for the first time all day. She may believe this is her balance, but really, it’s mine. She balances me so completely.

“Swear to me you’re in no pain. I won’t be the cause of any more,” I croak out.

“You all washed away the pain. I swear it.”

Prowling to the end of the bed, I don’t take my eyes off hers, giving myself another moment to collect myself as much as possible and give her time to change her mind. She won’t,though. I see the gleam in her silver depths. She needs this as much as she wants it.

As much as I want and need it.

“Crawl to me, princess.”

I relish how her eyes widen and her pupils dilate, desire flooding her senses the second the order registers in her ears. Even through the oversized shirt she has on, I see her perky nipples growing hard, straining against the fabric, begging for freedom.

As she lowers herself to all fours, I don’t budge. I don’t move. I stand statue still as she slowly makes her way to me. Taunting, teasing. The only part of me that reacts is my painfully hard dick, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Seeing my princess on her knees, coming to me like I told her to, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Reaching my hand out to help her up once she approaches the edge of the bed, in one swift move, I slide her shirt off and have her kneeling, almost completely bare before me. It’s a beautiful sight to see.

A deep, satisfied hum leaves my throat as her chest heaves in anticipation, waiting for my next command. I’m in no hurry to deliver her punishment, though. I let my eyes feast on her. I already have every mark on her memorized, every bruise, every cut, every part of her, is branded on my brain, but still, I retrace every one again.

When her creamy skin is healed back whole, my fingers, mouth, tongue can replace every mark with one of my own, but instead of pain, it’ll be unrestrained pleasure.

Fuck, this woman is my undoing.

Gripping her around the waist, I spin her until her back is flush to my front, and gather her hair around my fist, leaning my body in close to hers. My lips leave a trail of kisses up hershoulder and neck, and I press my cock against her so she knows what she’s doing to me, the reaction she’s bringing out in me.

“Chest to the bed, arms out in front of you.”

Her breath hitches slightly, but she obeys, doing exactly as I say as I guide her body down.

Lightly, teasingly, I run my fingers from the base of her neck up the arch in her back, and over the curve of her perfect ass. I nearly groan at the feeling of her body trembling beneath my hand. It’s a brutal battle to fight my own desire to shiver from the touch of her skin on mine because that’s all I want, all I crave, to feel every inch of her on me.

Linking my thumbs in the waistband of her silky blue underwear, I force myself not to rip them away, and when she presses herself back into my hands, I completely pull away. This wait, the anticipation, will be the only true punishment she’ll receive from me. She’ll never know anything other than pleasure when it comes from me, but she’ll have to abide by my rules if she wants what I swear to give her.

“My way or no way, princess. You do that again and I’ll drag this out even longer,” I warn.

Her little whimper has me on the brink of cracking apart, but her body stills, so I slowly peel her underwear down her thighs. The sight has my cock throbbing, the evidence of what she needs dripping between her legs right in front of me, and I take a calming breath before I cave, give in to her pussy’s begging.

“Five, just like last time, princess, then I’ll give you what you want.”

A muffled, sultry moan is all she responds with, but that isn’t good enough. I need her words. I need her to say she understands me.

“Tell me you understand, Willow.”

“Yes, I understand.” She pants and her fingers tangle in the sheets.

“Good girl.”

My hand comes down on her ass not even a second after the praise, and the moan that escapes her has a small piece of the tightly coiled, tense energy that’s had me in a chokehold all day loosening. Soothing away the sting with my hand, she withers beneath it, and a smug smirk crosses my face.

My sweet, strong princess loves her punishments.

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