Page 20 of My Bloody Valentine

With a growl, my hand tangles in her hair as I tilt her head back, baring the column of her throat. Her pulse flutters erratically beneath my thumb, and I trail my lips along the sensitive skin.

“Get on your knees.” My command vibrates against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her body.

Maya obeys without hesitation, her breath coming in short gasps. Her willingness to surrender sends a rush of power through me. I pull her hands behind her back, binding them with the silk scarf I’d intended for her blindfold. The fabric matches her lipstick—a deep, sultry red.

“Hands bound.” My voice is hoarse as I take in the sight of her on her knees before me, willing and wanting. “Mouth open.”

Her lips part as she waits, obedient. This control I have over her fuels the inferno raging inside me. She wants it too, needs it as desperately as I do. I step back, unzipping my pants. My cock springs free, heavy and aching. Maya’s eyes widen.

Slicking my fingers with the cool mousse, I stroke myself slowly, spreading the sweet cream over my cock. My breathing shallows as pleasure surges with every torturous stroke. Teasingmyself, drawing out the anticipation. I want to savor every second of this.

“Look at you, Maya.” My voice is strained as my hips move, stroking my length. “On your knees, wanting so desperately to taste me. Eager to please.”

Maya whimpers, the sound going straight to my balls.

“Not a sound unless I command it.” My free hand dives into her hair, tilting her head back to expose the graceful column of her throat. “Keep those pretty lips open.”

With a firm grip on her hair, I step forward, drawing the tip of my cock through the plush wetness of her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut, and she moans around my dick, sending vibrations right to my balls.

“Shhh.” I withdraw my cock, leaving a trail of mousse across her lips. “Keep that beautiful mouth open for me. You have a dessert to finish.”

Maya whimpers again, and the sound rips through my control. Slowly, I ease forward, relishing the drag of her plump lips and her mouth’s softness. She makes a soft, desperate sound as I begin to thrust.

I pull back, holding her hair tightly in my hand. Her mouth glistens with mousse, her lips parted in anticipation. Holding her gaze, I scoop more of the dessert onto my fingers.

“You’re going to taste me.” I trace a line of mousse across her bottom lip. “But first, you need to finish your dessert.”

Her pupils dilate with lust, and she whimpers. The sound vibrates through me, making me tighten my grip on her hair.

I smear the mousse across her lips, covering her lipstick with a layer of chocolate. It’s messy, decadently so. I drag my thumb across her mouth, smearing the dessert across her chin. Her pupils dilate, and she leans forward, eager for more. But I hold her at bay with a sharp tug on her hair.

“Not yet.” I breathe the words against her mouth, denying her. “Open.”

She obeys, parting her lips. Using her hair as a leash, I guide her head, smearing mousse across her tongue, her teeth, and the insides of her cheeks. She closes her eyes, surrendering to the experience, tasting the dessert I crafted for her.

“Good girl.” My voice is harsh with restrained need.

The mousse on her lips tempts me, but I resist the urge to kiss her. Not yet. Her mouth is mine, and I plan to take full advantage on my terms. For now, I feed her bites of the mousse, alternating between giving her tastes of chocolate and my cock. Her moans and whimpers are music, each tightening my grip on her hair, sharpening my hunger.

“Please...” She doesn’t have to say more. The plea in her voice makes my control slip just a fraction.

I lean down, our mouths inches apart. “Beg.”

“Please, Adrian.” Her eyes are luminous with need. “I need to taste you.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

I press forward, filling her mouth. Her lips stretch around my girth as I thrust slowly, steadily, using her hair to pull her tight against me. Seeing her on her knees with her red lipstick stained with chocolate sends another rush of power through me. Our game is no longer a game but a battle of domination—a struggle for control that I intend to win.

Maya’s eyes roll back as I fuck her mouth. She makes a choked sound, and I ease back, not wanting to hurt her. Not yet. Her tongue swirls around me as I pull out, teasing and tasting.

“That’s it.” My voice is raw. “Suck me dry.”

Her nose brushes the soft flesh of my groin as she takes me deep once more. With her hands bound, she has no way to steady herself, so I support her with a firm grip in her hair. Slowly, I thrust, feeling the wet heat of her mouth, the brush ofher tongue, the tightness of her throat. She moans around me, and the vibrations shatter my control.

Gripping her hair, I fuck her throat, hard and deep. Her whimpers fuel my possession, and I revel in the evidence of my power, of her submission. This is what I crave. This is what I need.

Not chocolate. Not accolades.

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