Page 120 of Violet

I back her into a shelving unit, and put a hand on the shelves either side of her head, boxing her in. Her scent weaves enticing paths around me, all of them leading to her throat, her lips, those lovely tits, and lower still. At least, those are the places I want to go.

“To calm you down, Princess. You’re a little high-strung.”

“And locking me in here where we could be caught is a way to calm me?”

I smile and bend my head, running my lips along her sweet throat. “Maybe I’m training you to channel your anxiety into more useful arenas.”

“N-No, I think you’re making it worse.”

“I think you’re not being the good girl you usually are. Not…obeying me. Your mate.”

I can almost feel her turn molten as she stands there. The heat of her radiates, and I stroke my tongue slow over her pulse, its leap like a jolt of need to my cock. I close my mouth around that part of her neck and suck.

She moans and the shelves shake as she grabs for support.

Then I bite. Slowly.

It’s not hard, that bite, but it’s a lesson in deliberation and drawing out a moment. The tension in her heightens and twists into something new as she waits for me to bite harder.

I release her, and the air is so tight around us it holds us still. I look at her, and those hazel eyes with the golds and greens are liquid jewels, and desire beats in the air.

“Turn.”

I step back and she does.

“Hold on to the shelves.” She goes to grab the ones near her breasts, but I have an idea. “No, lower. Lower. Stick out your ass so you’re bent at a right angle. Perfect.”

She’s a morsel, a meal, a breath of fresh air, hot trysts in the dark, long slow sessions. She’s all of that. More.

But I think what I want is fast food done right.

I want to make her learn to turn her anxiety on its ass. “Hold, don’t move.”

Of course she does as ordered. My fucking pristine princess.

She’s tense, the same energy as her anxiety, high but focused, not fractured, not pulling her apart. That’s what I want from her.

I look around. My meal’s cooking, and I’m getting ready to devour when it’s done. There’s a bunch of rulers on the shelf opposite me and I pick one up. Metal and heavy, it would be a tool to inflict pain and punishment. Perfect for my purposes.

I don’t say a word to her, just lift her floral dress, pleased at the yellow lace panties she’s got on. Not the color. I don’t give a shit about that, but the way it cuts up, showing me most of her cheeks.

Fuck yeah.

I slide a finger along the edges over her ass and she sighs out a small moan. I can smell her sweeter than heaven violet scent. It’s almost as good as the sweetness her heat brought on, but her sex scent’s more than sweet enough. Dangerously intoxicating.

But I have plans too for me coming, plans that involve her on her knees, mouth open.

I slip my fingers lower, then down along the seam of her cunt, so hot, so wet, it makes my cock rock-hard and my knees weak.

“Oooh…”

I smile, then lower her panties to just the tops of her thighs, and I trail the ruler over her ass.

“What’s that?”

“A metal ruler.”

Even though all I’m doing is holding it there, she jerks. I want her to imagine what I could do to her with it.

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