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For each other.

I place myself before her again, she’s now to my chin. One hand on the warm curve of her hip, the other on the underside of her jaw so she can look at me, so I can drown in her thick caramel stare. “I should apologize, shouldn’t I? For the way I’ve kept away from you… I should grovel at your feet and beg you to take me back into your harem. But then I would spend a lifetime walking on eggshells, afraid one thing could go wrong, and you’d cast me out like a dog on the street. I should apologize and yet I won’t. When I was kind, you ignored me. When I gave you preferential treatment you decided to abuse it. Slapped me. Spit on me. A monumental brat. The worst kind of brat. Do you know why?”

“No.” She winces.

“Because you enjoy my punishment. You seek ways to torture me because you know even though I push you, I discipline you and fuck you like the wanton slut for my cock that you are, you know that I… love you. Isn’t that right?”

She gasps and a tear slips free. I grip her, stepping closer, my lips a mere inch away from hers. “Please…”

I was going to kiss her but to hear her beg for me… fuck. I inhale, my hands going to the low V of her bodysuit and I pull it apart, ripping it from tits to pussy, a little yelp escaping her, then reach between her legs and flick my fingers into the sopping wet gusset of the strap that hid her from me and tear it, too, marveling at the new display below the light casting down at this venomous, dark little angel of death.

“Are you ready?”

She raises her head as though squaring her shoulders and then simply says, “Green.”

Chapter Ten

Raven.

He’s so close to me, I can smell his anticipation rolling off him in waves, can see the way he trembles with a need to touch me and my god…

He licks two fingers and reaches between us; his jaw clenches and his eyes darken when he feels how wet I already am for him. My shoulders already ache from how they’re stretched above me, but fuck if I give in. Fuck if I look away for even a moment. God, the way he’s looking at me, it makes my skin feel on fire, ready to burn for him. I never want to look away.

“Just like I remember,” he grits, fingers spreading my lower lips, circling my clit, so sensitive and- “so fucking needy.”

Teasing my entrance with something bulbous, I gasp when he shoves it into me I can’t help but grip the restraints and flail a bit. My mind blares to get out of them, that I can’t stand the feeling on my wrists, to flee, but he’shere. In the flesh. My own personal Hades. A king of hell and I am his prisoner. And fuck I love it. I’mstarvedfor it.

He steps away from me, and I whimper, whatever he shoved into me is still inside, latched onto me from the inside out. I watch him going back to the wall and coming back with… I’m not sure. He holds the handle and there’s leather tresses. He flicks his wrist, and they land on my breasts, stinging, but when he drags them, they cool as well. “This is a flogger. Color?”

“Gre..een.” I swallow. And he does it again. And again. My breasts, my ribs, my stomach, my pussy. I tremble with a feral need with that one, but instead of doing it again, he flogs my thighs, my ass, back to my breasts. Everywhere except for where I really liked it.

“Please!”

He knows what I’m asking for because all he does is smirk wickedly, going back to the sideboard and I hear a tiny ‘click’ before whatever he shoved in me begins to vibrate. My hips buck, the sensation shooting up and forward, concentrating on my clit and I let out a low moan. He pushes a button, and it resides to a low, bearable hum against me. My thighs shake, and I watch as he crouches down on his haunches, spreading my lower lips with his fingers, moving the thing in me so it settles right where he wants it, and then turns up the vibrations so I cry out.

“Look at that.” He chuckles darkly. “Raven, you’re creaming down your legs already and I’ve barely touched you.” My pussy pulsates, and I try to close my thighs, but he pushes them apart. “Be a good girl, Siren. Take what I give you.”

“Yessir,” I groan.

He lowers the vibration setting, and I exhale. I don’t know how I’m going to last. He gets up and grabs the flogger again, messing with the vibration settings as he strikes. God, I can feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs, catching on the material of my fishnets. I flush with embarrassment and with wanton lust when he stops behind me, flogging my ass four times on each cheek. I hear it clatter to the ground and his hands are on me.

Rubbing. Soothing.Spreading.

I moan when he stops only to crouch down, spreading me apart, and I feel something wet and slick on my ass. I almost orgasm knowing it’s his tongue wriggling against my asshole. “M…ore.”

He hums. “More what?”

“You…”

His fingers prod the entrance to my pussy, making me feel fuller with the toy inside me, but he pulls them out only to feel them rimming my ass all along with his tongue. He pushes, gently, using my arousal and his saliva as lube, inch by inch he fucks into me with his fingers past the ring of tight muscle and I moan for him.

“Such a filthy girl, letting me stretch your ass with my fingers. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, won’t you?”

“Yesss.” I hiss when he stands behind me, fingers still in my ass.

“That’s right. On your tippy toes, Siren.”

I grasp the restraints and do my best to en pointe like a ballerina.

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