Page 64 of Sweet Doe
She shakes her head slowly, like every part of her is too far gone to do anything else.
I press my palm to the center of her chest, grounding her. The other slides between her thighs again, finding that slick little bundle of nerves and circling it with the pad of one finger. Smooth, controlled. Unrelenting. I don’t speed up. Don’t give her rhythm. Just keep the pressure steady, cruel in its precision. Over. And over. And over.
Her whole body starts to shake from how close I keep dragging her to it before ripping it away.
I edge her. Once. Twice. Then again. Each time I take her to the brink, just far enough for her to taste release. Her voice gets weaker, more wrecked with every pass. Her thighs jerk and clench around nothing. Her chest rises in fast, shallow breaths, each one more ragged than the last. She's drenched in her own need, her entire body flushed, her hands trembling where they’re cuffed to the headboard.
I don’t give her a moment to breathe before I start again.
First, it's my fingers. Two deep inside her, slow and firm, curling just right until she starts to tighten. Then it’s my mouth, my tongue circling her clit while she writhes beneath me, already so far gone she can barely speak. After that, I press my thigh between hers and let her grind on the muscle. I just watch.Watch her chase it, helpless and ruined, knowing I won’t let her have it.
She’s not allowed to come yet. She knows it. I made that clear from the second I tied her down.
At one point I grab the hunting knife from the nightstand. The handle’s been warming by the fire, smooth and hot. I don’t hurt her. I never would. But I drag it through her slick folds and watch the way her hips buck at the contrast. Heat and steel. The tease of danger in the safest hands she knows. She moans from the sensation, loud and raw, like her body doesn’t know how to take any more.
She’s close. I feel it in the way her thighs lock up, the breath that catches sharp in her chest, the way her back arches off the bed like she’s trying to meet my mouth before I even give it to her.
That’s when I pull away.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, let my breath ghost over her thighs, and watch her shake with the effort of holding it in.
I don’t need to say much. The silence between us speaks louder than any words could. She knows what I’m doing. She knows she’s being undone on purpose. Every nerve lit up. Every breath strained. Every muscle trembling because I haven’t given her what she wants.
She’s not just desperate. She’s feral.
When I finally crawl over her again, I see the tears soaking the blindfold. Her cheeks are wet. Her lips are parted, dry from gasping, her whole body trembling from the build-up. Her chest heaves like she’s run a marathon. Her thighs are soaked, twitching, restless. The cuffs creak with how hard she’s pulling at them, trying to hold on, and still, she waits.
She knows who she belongs to. She knows I own every inch of her. Her pleasure isn’t hers. It’s mine to give, and when I finally let her fall? I won’t stop there.
I’ll fuck her through it. Then again. And again. Until she forgets where she is, forgets her own name, forgets anything butme.
Because I don’t just want to break her.
I want to bury myself so deep inside her she never recovers.
Her body is slick with sweat and need. Her voice is hoarse from begging. Her legs shake so violently now that the cuffs rattle against the bed frame.
“Asher,” she sobs. “Please—please, I can’t?—”
“You can.” I crawl over her, nose brushing hers. “Because you’re mine. Because I said so.”
Her lip quivers. “I’ll do anything. Please. I need to come?—”
“I know you do, sweet doe.”
I kiss her. Hard. Possessive. Like I’m trying to brand her mouth with my tongue. She opens for me. Of course she does. She’s broken open and hollowed out and shaped to fit me now. All of her.
I line my cock up at her entrance. She’s dripping. Her entrance tightens, aching with need.
“You want me to fill you?” I rasp.
“Yes—God, yes?—”
“Beg.”
Her voice breaks. “Please, Asher. Fuck me. Own me. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
I slam into her.
