Page 90 of Fated Exile

I whimper, the thought of that sending blinding, searing heat through me so strong that I swear my vision blurs for a moment with desire.

"Please." The word comes out of my mouth breathy and high-pitched. I swallow, staring into Lance's eyes and letting all of my desire flow out of me. "I want you to fuck me, Lance. I want—I want you to dominate me. To take control and take me over."

A growl rumbles in the air, his eyes blazing a bright blue.

"Please fuck me." I breathe in sharply through my nose, a wave of sharp desire flowing over me.Hisdesire. "Please, Lance. I want you so bad—"

He pounces before I can finish the sentence, grabbing my chin and jerking my mouth up to his. The kiss is strong and overwhelming, his lower body lining up with mine and sliding between my thighs in ways that make me shudder.

Grabbing my shoulders, he pushes his weight against me and shoves me down to my knees. I gasp as I fall, my bare skin rubbing up against the rough canvas beneath me. My eyes take in the paint for only a moment before he's kneeling down, unscrewing a jar of red pigment, and scooping it up in his fingers.

"I'm going to use you as my latest brush, Delilah." He gathers my hair back in a tight fist and draws the red pigment between my thighs, then smears it up across my belly, between my breasts and around my neck. "When I'm done fucking you, my latest masterpiece will be finished. You'll leave marks behind on this canvas that I'll look at and think of you. First, though... I want to train that hot little mouth of yours."

I shudder. He's on his feet in a quick movement, jerking my head back with the hand in my hair. Then he grabs onto my throat, smearing more red pigment on it, and presses the head of his cock against my lips. My eyes water as I look up at him, tall and broad above me.

He growls out, "Open up for me. Don't think about it. Just relax and let me in... I'll feel you through our mate bond, and listen to what it tells me."

I don't want to think, so I simply obey. His hand loosens on my hair, growing more tender as my lips part and he pushes his cock past them. It's heavy and weighty on my tongue, thick and warm. My eyes smart as he presses it into my mouth, brushing it up against the back of my throat, my body resisting.

"Let me make the choices, Delilah," he says, his voice low and crooning. He rubs his knuckles against the base of my throat, and pushes my chin up so my neck stretches out. "Put your fingers against your clit and pussy, and give in to me completely."

He's so calm and in control, his towering strength unyielding. I reach down to touch myself and jerk at the sensations that roll through me. Closing my eyes, I reach out instinctively for our bond, and shiver at the intense arousal I sense from him.

As I relax, he presses his cock deeper into my mouth, and I feel his pleasure grow. It sparks inside me, forming a feedback loop that makes my mouth salivate and my clit jerk against my own touch. Lance groans, pressing my head and throat back until they line up, then rolling his hips back and forth until he somehow slips past the breaking point and deep into my throat.

"There we go. Just like that, so easy, so wet and tight."

I freeze for a moment, barely able to breathe. Dipping my fingers into my entrance, I feel a shockwave of arousal press through me as Lance presses a spot in my throat where his cock pushes up against my skin. He shudders, body curling above me and hips moving his weight in and out.

It takes me a long moment to remember to breathe in through my nose. Once I do, I open my eyes and stare up at his long, elegant body, muscles contracting tightly with his thrusts, eyes a bright glowing blue. He groans as he rolls his length into the column of my throat, and I swallow around him until the groan turns into a primal growl.

My arousal doubles as I realize how starkly he's using me for his own enjoyment. He grabs onto my head and holds me still as he moves in and out of me, his cock withdrawing from my throat long enough for me to gasp and swallow, then thrusting wordlessly back in. The wanton, shameless nature of it makes me thrust my fingers into my wetness until I feel a clenching pleasure around them and I moan around Lance's cock.

"I know you like it." He flashes white teeth at me, his fingers digging into my hair, his weight rolling forward and down as he fucks my throat deeper. "I can feel how much it turns you on, Delilah. How you're touching yourself and shivering. You're my mate—you can hide nothing from me."

And I don't want to. I want to please him, to serve him, to feel his body respond to mine and make him lose control. Twisting my fingers up inside myself, I adjust my body down onto them and moan on his length as my clit shivers with excitement.

Lance groans, his hips rolling in a single quick snap before he withdraws himself suddenly. He tightens his hand in my hair and teases the head of his arousal around my lips, a shining string of saliva connecting us. I groan, swallowing and licking my lips, my jaw and mouth aching but only a little, because I let him takeover and didn't resist.

"Now I'm going to make you come," he says, reaching down to sweep a length of rope off the ground that I didn't even realize was there, "and you're not going to resist it. Not even when the sensations are too much. Or when you want more, but I deny you. Just to make sure—I'm tying your hands up behind your back so you can't touch yourself. Get into position."

I shiver, excitement thrumming through me. "Yes," I tell him thickly, bringing my hands behind my back and drawing my wrists together, "whatever you want."

"That's my mate," he says, voice full of pleasure.

He kneels down and winds the rope around my wrists, drawing it tight enough to hold, not so tight it hurts. After he ties it, he brings blue pigment onto his fingers and paints it onto my back, drawing swirls around my ass cheeks, his glowing blue eyes meeting mine as he digs them into my flesh.

"I considered making a safe word, and we can still make one if we get more intense than this. But for now, I can tell through our bond what you want. And I know how turned on you are." Lance dips his fingers between my thighs and growls as I jerk against them, messy red and blue paint smear between us. "You're going to come very quickly for me."

Then he pushes me down on my back, the pigment making lurid marks across the canvas. He grabs my knees and forces them wide open as he brings his mouth down between my thighs. Pressing his tongue against my clit and drawing his lips around me, he sucks hard and fast, fucking the wet member on my most sensitive place.

I gasp and whimper, and he doubles his effort, ruthless in his desire. At the same time, he brings a messy, paint-smeared hand down to my ass and draws little circles between the cheeks. It's only as one thick, callused digit enters me that I realize the paint must also be some kind of sex-safe lube, because it slides in like butter and crooks towards me.

I've never felt such strong suction on my clit while a finger pressed towards my front, somehow finding a sensitive spot and working it methodically. My mouth draws open in a wide O and my voice echoes around the penthouse as I cry out. Knees shaking, I try to pull back from the overwhelming pleasure, but Lance grabs me and holds me tight as he promised he would. I can't get away from it—even as tears sting my eyes and my body screams that it's too much.

The excess pleasure, the overwhelming sparks of desire, all start to border on pain. As tears race down my cheeks and my body trembles from head to toe, it turns into an orgasm beyond my wildest dreams. I thrash and arc against Lance's grip, barely held down even by his strong arms, as a climax relentlessly tears at me and draws me through its grip.

He doesn't ease me down from it, doesn't slow down and let me rest. Pulling his mouth back, he opens up a condom that he got out of nowhere, rolls it quickly onto his length, then grabs my hips and thrusts inside me. I moan at the press of his head inside, then nearly scream as it's followed by the length, all of it sliding into my wetness without my body even thinking of resisting. Because I'm still surging through the shockwaves of that orgasm, still keening and clenching as he grinds deep inside me, pulls out, and thrusts back in.

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