Page 122 of Brighter Than Gold

“Open your mouth,” I demanded.

Reyah kept her jaw locked as her nostrils flared with each seething breath.

“Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”

After another moment of hesitation, she complied. I leaned over top of her and spat onto her tongue. I shut her jaw and put my hand over her mouth. “Now swallow.” She closed her eyes and did as she was told. “That’s my obedient girl.” I let out a low, satisfied growl as I ground my erection against her.

“I’m taking my hand off of your mouth. If I were you, I would keep it shut.” I couldn’t help but smirk as her lips pinched together while she simply roiled with frustration. My free hand gathered the beautiful blue fabric of her dress up off the floor, over her ankles, knees, and then thighs.

Reyah’s breathing grew deeper and slower, and her anger slowly started to melt away. My hand traced the line where her undergarments met her soft skin. And a moan—that I know she did not intend—escaped her throat.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” I whispered into her lips. Her eyes closed as she tried in vain to remain still. Torturing the poor woman was such a fucking pleasure to watch, and it only made my incessant need grow stronger.

“Open your eyes, Reyah.” Her lashes fluttered open at my command. “When I put my hand on your cunt, am I going to find you already wet?”

The question made her grind her teeth, that rage only just below her skin. “Answer me.”

“Fuck y—”

I didn’t give her a chance to finish her darling sentiment, she was whipped around and bent over the desk before she even knew what had happened. I pushed her cheek firmly into the desk, and I chuckled as I lowered myself over her, pinning her body against the solid wood frame.

“I will have your compliance, whether you give it to me freely or I have to take it by force. The decision is yours, Little Raven.”

I ground my length between her ass cheeks. Her body felt hot and soft under mine. Reyah had a sharp wit and ever sharper tongue, and neither had been aimed at me until today. And fuck, the fight she was putting up scratched a very needy itch.

I kept her trapped against the desk with my hips pressing into her as I tore my belt free and grabbed one of her wrists, pulling it behind her back. She struggled against me.

“Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I warned.

“You’regoing to hurt me,” she snapped.

“No darling, not yet.”

I felt her hips give a demanding jerk at the promise of pain, and still tense, she let me bind one wrist and then the other.

“Lovely,” I crooned seeing her restrained so helplessly. And when I saw it, I chuckled. “Oh, Reyah, my sweet little wife.” I leaned over her, my lips only an inch away from her ear. “You’ve soaked through your lovely gown. What a mess you’ve made.”

Angry and embarrassed by her arousal, she shut her eyes.

I pushed myself off of her and took my time pulling the thin blue fabric of her dress up over her hips. The soaked sight of her undergarments made me near feral, and I knelt down behind her in worship as I peeled them down off her body, leaving her sex bare.

“Fuck…” The sight of her wet silken skin, the damp earthen smell of her, I wanted more.

Reyah’s breath had changed into short, anticipatory gasps as I took my time staring at her. I didn’t touch her, not once, but she could feel my proximity to her. As I stood, I dug my nails into her calves and dragged them up her thighs and over her ass. She shuddered at the sensation.

“Open your mouth,” I said softly. She obeyed immediately and I placed her balled up undergarments into her mouth. She grimly accepted them. “No more cursing,” I uttered.

Her pale exposed backside was more than I could handle, and my palm came down swiftly onto her milk-white ass.

Smack

A muffled cry escaped her stuffed mouth as she blinked with realization.

Smack

Another muffled cry. I pressed my hand firmly onto the skin I had just assaulted, making the burn deepen. “My palm missed you, darling.”

Reyah kept her eyes closed as she breathed through the pain.

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