Page 71 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
"Green."
I position myself over her, my cock pressing against her entrance again. "Hands above your head."
She complies immediately. I grip both her wrists in one hand, pinning them to the mattress.
"Keep them there or I stop."
I thrust into her again, slower this time, but no less intense. She moans, trying to wrap her legs around me, but I pin one thigh down with my free hand.
"Stay still."
The position leaves her completely open to me, unable to move or see what's coming next. I vary my pace randomly, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes fast and shallow, keeping her off balance.
"Tell me whose pussy this is."
"Yours," she gasps.
"Louder."
"Yours! It's yours!"
"That's right." I lean down, my mouth next to her ear. "Mine to fuck. Mine to control. Mine to ruin."
I pull out again, making her whimper. My hand finds her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column. Not squeezing yet, just a reminder.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"All of you?"
"Yes, all of me."
I apply slight pressure to her throat, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. "Say it again."
"I'm yours. All of me belongs to you."
The pressure increases incrementally. Not enough to cut off air, but enough that she's very aware of my control. Her breathing becomes more conscious, more deliberate.
"Good girl." I ease the pressure, but don't remove my hand. "Color?"
"Green."
I thrust back into her, using my grip on her throat as leverage. Her breathing changes, becoming more ragged. Her body tenses beneath me in a way that's different from arousal.
"Too much," she gasps, but doesn't use the safeword.
"You can take it." I increase my pace, my hand tightening slightly on her throat. "Tell me how it feels."
"I can't... it's too much, I can't think, I can't—"
"That's the point." I lean down, my mouth brushing her ear. "No thinking. Just feeling."
I can see her breathing becoming erratic, her body trembling beneath me. Something shifts in her responses - less pleasure, more distress.
"Tell me you're a good little slut who loves taking my cock."
The words are designed to push her further, to make her feel exposed and vulnerable. Combined with everything else, it's the final straw.
