"I'll leave you to sleep," I muttered, closing the drapes and walking over to the bed to plant a kiss on forehead. But when I did, Violet raised her hands, her fingers gripping my shirt and pulling me in.
"Don't go." The words left her lips softly, and she turned her pleading eyes to mine. "I want you to stay with me..."
"Stay the night?"
She nodded, pursing her lips. "I can't spend another night without you, Devlin."
"But if I stay here, I'll be tempted to do stuff I shouldn't," I grunted, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Like touch you... kiss you... make love to you."
I didn't miss the sharp intake of breath she took at the last phrase I used, and it made me smirk.
"I want you to stay," she begged. "I want to feel you again, Devlin... It's been so long since we've been together."
"You're right." I pulled back, only long enough to unbutton my shirt. "You sure you're ready for this again, princess?"
"Yes, please, Master." Her breath was hoarse, the words desperate as she watched me strip down to my boxers. With slow, measured movements, I removed those too, watching her mouth water at the sight of my swollen cock. "I've missed you so much, Devlin."
"I missed you too, princess," I got out through gritted teeth, lowering my body against hers in the bed.
Slowly, with the aid of her soft little gasps, I removed her clothing until her naked, pale body glistened under my fingertips in the dark night. I lowered my lips to her chest, taunting her by sucking a nipple into my mouth, tugging, biting down on her sweet flesh until she cried out for more. My arm snaked around her waist, while the other found its way between her legs, feeling her swollen sex begging me to fuck it.
"How much did you miss me, princess?" I muttered in her ear, making her sigh in frustration beneath me with my barely-there touches.
"Please, Devlin, I can't take it... I want it harder."
"Not before you answer me." I kept running my fingertips over her skin. The touch was like the ghost of a kiss - barely there but making her crave so much more. "Now tell me, Violet. How much did you miss me?"
"Too much," she admitted, her voice breaking over the words. "I thought about you every second of every hour of every day, Devlin... I wanted you to find me, to rescue me."
"And I did," I reminded her. "You knew I wasn't going to leave you with them, didn't you, princess?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master." Her head flew back, exposing her porcelain throat, and I kissed a line down her neck, enjoying the sensation of her body against mine.
"Good girl, Violet. Now moan for me, I want to listen to you."
She didn't disappoint, dissolving into a mess of mumbled words and soft praise for me. She got my cock harder and harder with every sweet whimper that escaped her lips. I wanted her. My heart and cock both throbbed with the need to claim Violet Cabot once and for all - the way I should have done it before she ever got taken away from me.
I was going to marry this girl. I'd put a ring on her finger and claim her. I'd fuck her body every night from now on, multiple times a day if I wanted to. I'd make her swear submission to me time and time again. I'd own her, in every sense of the word. Violet wasn't getting away from me again. I'd make fucking sure of it.
"I want to fuck you," I muttered in her ear.
"You have to." With breathless gasps, she found my cock and slowly guided me to her entrance. I groaned when I felt her nimble fingers guide me into that sweet little pussy, holding back groan after groan as Violet begged me to start moving my hips. As I rocked in and out of her, I imagined a life together with my favorite pet, my sweet princess.
Could I change for her?
I wasn't sure, but I fucking wanted to.
"You're so fucking tight, princess," I grunted in her ear. "I'm going to fill you to the brim tonight."
"Yes, Master. Please, I want it all."
She drove me further and deeper into madness with the sweet sounds she made, her body demanding more and more as I took it from her, inch by willing inch. I'd fucked her like my property before, but this time, I made to her like the woman of my dreams. And she was just that... everything I'd ever wanted, all wrapped up in a pretty package for me to unravel. And she submitted so beautifully, I couldn't resist toying with her even when she was at the very brink of madness.
I traced my fingers along her pussy lips, looking down as I parted her folds open to look at her. She was swollen, pink with need and desperation, lips open as she cried out my name. I wanted to mark her. To put my name on her skin in bold black letters. I wanted everyone to know whom she belonged to. No one would ever make the mistake of taking her from me again, and they sure as fuck wouldn't get away with it, either.