I placed my hand to her throat, hard enough to make her feel my power. Her eyes widened as she stared up at me, unblinking.
“I promise you two things, Iris. I will never leave you. And I will always protect you. But beyond that…” I parted her folds with my fingers. “You’re at my mercy.”
Her wetness ran out of her like a fucking flood. I felt her moan against my palm at the same time as I heard it. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet. She was both turned on and afraid.
“Cherries,” she gasped, and I drew back, staring at her. She blushed. “The first day, after you saved me, I picked cherries for you from the garden. They glistened with dew and they were so perfect and… That’s the word. Cherries. If I say cherries…”
“Then it all stops,” I finished for her, nodding. “Good.”
“And you promise it will work?”
“It will work. It will put me in agony to stop, and I know you’re strong enough to take it all, little girl. But it will work.”
“Are you…” Her breath caught in her throat. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I’m going to hurt you. But I will never…would never…harm you.”
I penetrated her sweet cunt with my finger. She was goddamned tight and only opened up far enough to take one of my fingers, even though I wanted to give her three. Her hymen was pushing me out and it made me fucking insane.
Iris moaned out a sigh of pleasure as I pressed my palm against her clit. But as I began to finger her harder, she looked up at me. Afraid, yet again.
Fuck yeah.
“I’m... Don’t forget, Randal. I’ve never done this before.”
“As if this tight little pussy could belong to anyone but a virgin. You think I’d fucking forget that?” I said, compressing both her clit and throat harder, letting her feel my rage. “You think I forget anything you ever say to me?”
Iris shook her head. She bit her lip so hard it made a white welt cut through the perfect pink. “No.”
“No, Sir,” I corrected her.
“No, Sir,” she said in return.
“Good girl.” I pulled my fingers from her and held my palm up to her mouth. “But look at the mess you made.”
Without my asking, she shut her eyes and licked my palm clean. She was learning fast. Fuck, this was going to be good. She was fucking dirty about it—nasty long greedy licks. That tongue was going to look perfect on my cock.
I made her suck my fingers as I kneaded my palm against her clit. When she sucked my thumb clean, I pulled it from her tight lips with a pop. She was breathing hard; the sharp line of her collarbone rising and falling with each pant.
“Tell me who you are, please. Tell me where we are.”
I huffed, not liking her demands and unwilling to reveal the whole truth just yet. I didn’t want her to look at me differently, knowing who I really was. But I knew that things would take time. She needed to know she was safe, that she could relax with me.
“As I said, I’m not a carpenter,” I told her, and watched her eyes traverse my face. “I’m a little further up the pecking order than that. I’m sorry I lied to you, it was to keep you from questioning why I kept coming back to your farm. I don’t have lodgings in Aramoor, I live here.”
“And this place is what?” She glanced around the room.
“An old ruin that belongs to my father,” I said, pleased with the half-truth. After all, the ruined tower I’d claimed as mine had been in my family for countless generations. “Nobody will disturb us here. Now, if you have no more questions, there’s something you should know.”
Her eyes darted to my chest, then further south, before jumping back to my face. “What?”
“You’ve got a serious rage-fuck coming,” I said, licking a line up her throat. “You’re gonna have to pay me for a lifetime of not having you.”
Her body quivered and she purred.
“You’ve truly been watching me since you saw me that first day?”
“Watching. Obsessing. Everything has been for you.” I took a step into her and drew her face up to mine as I kissed her hard and deep. Once I’d kissed her breathless, once I’d gotten a good taste of her mouth and her own juices on her lips, I said, “Repeat after me. You own me, Sir. Say it.”
She hesitated one second, two seconds. I didn’t punish her for it, though, not yet. Because I saw that flickering flame of fear in her eyes. Fear and need. She was getting it. Fuck yes, she was.
“You…” she stammered, voice husky and thick with desire. “You own me….” She was caught on the last word and I freed it by gripping her throat. “Sir,” she squeaked as I felt her swallow under my palm.