Page 54 of Deadly Rival

Twenty-Two

Sebastian

This wasn’t how thiswas supposed to go, but I’m certainly not complaining.

I don’t think Ophelia quite realizes how she ended up at this point either. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull back. Doesn’t run away or try to bite my finger off. In fact, by the way she’s shifting about on her knees, I’d say she’s enjoying this more than she wants to.

“Good little pet,” I murmur, and I swear she leans toward me. The praise gets to her. She drinks it in like a flower turning toward the sun. I can work with that. I don’t take my finger from her mouth as I undo my trousers and free my aching cock.

Her eyes flick to it, black and gray pools, and I swear it grows another inch as she sucks harder on my finger. Does she know she’s doing it? Fuck.

I stick to the deep, soothing voice she seems to like and speak words I know she’ll find patronizing as all hell. “Now, you’re going to switch from my finger to my cock, and you’re going to do such a good job. Because you’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you? Say, ‘Yes, sir.’”

I hold my breath to see if she’ll actually do it. When the mumbled “Yes, sir” comes, it’s music to my battered mind. When I’m with her like this, the endless madness of my thoughts settles. There’s only her and what I’m going to do to her next.

I pull my finger free, replacing it instantly with the head of my cock. Her mouth is warm, wet, and heavenly, but the stretch of her lips is the best thing I’ve ever seen. The fleeting urge to take a picture comes and goes. No. This moment is just for me.

I slide in, control already starting to fray. I promised her I’d fuck her, and I’m not going to disappoint. I’m desperate to grab her hair and get to work but can’t resist drawing the torment out a little longer.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look with your lips around my cock. This is what you were made for. Just this.” I grip her hair. “Your mouth belongs to me, and now I’m going to use it.”

I punctuate the words by sliding all the way in, pressing her head down until she starts to fight against my hand. I loosen my grip, and tear-filled eyes stare back at me as she gasps in a breath.

Christ, she’s so vulnerable. I’ve taken a strong woman and stripped her down to nothing. Just a body. Just a mouth. That dangerous rush of power urges me onward, and I force her head down again.

I wait until she struggles. Then a little more. A little more. I decide when she breathes. She doesn’t even get to control that. This time, when I release her, her eyes are wide and frantic.

Make sure she’s scared of you.

No time like the present.

I fuck her in earnest, all traces of tenderness gone. She’s a puppet, a thing that only exists for me to use. She claws at myarms, desperation in every jerky movement, but I ignore her. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.

I breathe deep as I force her head down again. And again. And again. Pleasure starts to build, but I keep it at bay. I want her to feel this every time she swallows. I want her voice to croak at dinner and to tell everyone the reason why.

I feel the moment she accepts her fate. Her hands fall, her throat relaxes, and I take full possession of her mouth. Her eyes and nose stream—such a beautiful mess—and the image sears itself into my brain. A core memory. The moment Ophelia Calder surrenders completely.

I can’t last much longer with her looking at me like that.

I speed up, raw need taking over, and drive myself up to the edge and past it. “Good pets…don’t waste…their food,” I grind out as I spill down her throat. She twitches and mumbles, but I hold her there until white liquid dribbles from the corners of her mouth.

When I finally let her go, she doubles over, gasping. Some come and spit flies from her mouth, but most of it went right down her throat. Where it belongs. I relax into the chair and catch my breath as Ophelia gets herself under control. She swipes at her eyes, glaring at me.

I let a cruel smile grace my lips. “What? I know you love it when I’m gentle, pet, but I can’t be soft all the time. And of course the gentlemanly thing would be to let you orgasm, too, but that’ll have to wait for later. I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry. I’ve got something special planned.”

“What is it?” She’s aiming for a snap, but it comes out as a scratchy croak that makes my heart glad.

“You’ll find out later.”

I lean to kiss her head again, and she tries to pull away, but I wrap her in my arms before she gets the chance. As my lips meether brow, I whisper, “You’re the best little fucktoy I could have hoped for. Incredible. Let's take a nap before dinner.”

Ophelia is oddly quiet and compliant as I lock her into her shackle and tuck the blanket over her on the pet bed. “Are you wondering why you enjoyed that?” I ask as I strip.

“I didn’t.” A sharp response, but color stains her cheeks.

“Of course not. What sort of lady would?” I climb under the cover. “But you’re not a lady, are you? I’m going to enjoy making you admit it, pet.”

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