Page 44 of Riot's Thorn
Recognizing I won’t tolerate any hesitation, she kisses me with genuine intensity now, and I can sense her desire deepening with every moment, which allows me to relax. This is my domain, the space where I can unleash myself entirely, free from the constraints of self-consciousness or second-guessing my actions or words. The only other area in my life where I experience such unbridled freedom is when I am taking a life and assume the roles of judge, jury, and executioner. In both these areas, I lack remorse for my actions or the manner in which I carry them out. They bring me joy, and I refuse to not indulge.
Parker gets brave, skimming her fingertips along my sides. Fuck me, it feels so good. I want her hands on me, all over me, showing me how much she wants this, but not until I give her permission, another lesson she’ll have to learn. I grip each of her wrists and pin them above her head. “Keep them here unless I tell you different.”
“That hardly seems fair.” She flashes a shy, coy smile I capture in my memory because I’m about to make it disappear.
“Nothing about this is fair.”
“Well, why do only you get to decide?” Her lips flatten to a line.
“Because I’m in control. Did you forget?”
“I don’t understand.”
I take her wrists and twist them under until she’s lying on them and they’re pressed tightly beneath her lower back. This position forces her spine to arch and her breasts to thrust upwards as if in offering. I dive down, capturing one taut peak with my mouth, my tongue fluttering over her nipple like the wings of a hummingbird. She lets out a moan full of raw desire. I move to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention and delivering intense pleasure before backing away to unleash a painful truth.
“You’re breathing today because I intervened to save you. You eat well because I provide the food that sustains you. You rest your head on a bed because I permit you to sleep there. And when you reach the peak of pleasure, it will be because I grant you that release. So if you want to touch me, I’ll decide exactly where. I don’t know how else to make you understand you’re mine.”
“You’re wrong.” She struggles, but I hold tightly. “People aren’t things you can control. Let me go.”
“Stop fighting this and embrace your new reality. You’re confused, I get it, but I’m asking you to put your trust in me. Trust me to give you what you need, even if you’re not clear on what that is, and let me help you discover how incredible we can be.”
“I don’t even know what that means. You know I’m a virgin, and this is too. . . I just. . . .”
“What, Little Thorn?” I draw a nipple between my teeth and give it a little tug. She whimpers and arches her back even more. She wants this; she’s just scared. “Tell me what you need for your first time. I’m not unbendable.”
She swallows hard. “Just. . . go slow. Give me time to catch up.”
I don’t understand why we can’t skip this part and go right to what we both want. If she just trusted me, she wouldn’t need time to “catch up,” but my cock is throbbing, and right now, all I want is to be inside her. I’m not even sure I know how to do vanilla, I’ve never tried. But it can’t be that hard, and maybe if I yield to her, it will build trust between us.
Putting her hands back on my sides feels like a good first step, so I do that before taking her mouth once again. This time, she tangles her tongue with mine, not shying away at all. I savor each new thing I discover because, by the time I get herwhere I want her, there will be no part of her body I won’t know intimately.
I press my cock between her legs. “Do you feel what you do to me? I’m so hard for you.”
She doesn’t respond, but her hands explore my T-shirt-covered torso, running over every ridge and valley of my pecs and abs. I’ve long since learned exercising helps manage my anxiety, and my muscular body is just a byproduct. It also helps to be physically fit in my line of work.
I inhale deeply, surrounded by the heady scent of her arousal, a mixture of warmth and craving that makes my head spin with the knowledge I’m the cause of it. As I trail kisses along her jawline, she tilts her head back, allowing me access to her throat. I kiss the spot where her pulse beats rapidly beneath her skin, feeling the quick rhythm of her heartbeat against my lips, eternally grateful for each thump because it means my perfect Little Thorn is alive.
I move lower, my focus shifting to her breasts, which are slightly too big for her petite frame. She might see them as an irritation, but to me, they’re perfect.
With a practiced flick of my fingers, I unhook her bra, eager to see how they move in their natural state. I slide the delicate lace down her arms, and once free, they spill into my hands, their weight and softness a sensory delight. The way they overflow in my palms sends a shiver of pleasure through me, and I can feel the dampness of pre-cum leaking from my cock in response.
“Goddamn, how have you remained untouched? Your body was made for sin, and I feel like the luckiest bastard because I get to experience it first.”
Again, no response. Normally, I would demand acknowledgment, but not this time. This time is all aboutmaking it good for her and not giving her too much to think about.
I position my feet firmly on the floor and slip my hands beneath her thighs, pulling her gently to the edge of the bed. When I kneel, she’ll be at the ideal height, but first, those panties have to go. She’s a bit shy about being completely exposed, drawing her knees together as I slide the black cotton down her legs.
We can’t have that, not after I’ve laid claim to her body.
“Trust me, it won’t be long before I know every inch of you like it’s a part of me, so let me take it all in,” I say, gently parting her legs. What I see is so fucking beautiful, I have to close my eyes to resist the urge to drive into her without restraint. My fingers tighten on her thighs. “Has anyone tasted you here before?"
“No,” she whispers.
“Has anyone fingered you?” I slip my middle finger past her outer lips, tracing up and down her glistening slit.
“No, but I have, um, I have a toy.”
“A dildo or a vibrator?” I ask, wondering how much time I’ll have to spend prepping her.
