“You’re going to fuck me either way, aren’t you? Even if I tell you no,” she said, staring the devil in the face as she waited for the words she needed. As much as Isa might rail against me and try to fight my control, she needed it as much as I did.
She thrived off of having her power stripped away. Knowing I would only walk her to the edge of her limits, never quite shoving her off that cliff, and be there waiting to put back the pieces when she took that final leap on her own.
“Yes,” I said, watching as that need to be possessed shone in her light eyes. She dropped her head back, opening her mouth so that I could slide inside. I thrust forward, not giving her any time to adjust to having her throat stuffed with my cock as I bumped into the back of her throat. She gagged around me, her throat tightening to protest the sudden invasion as my hands wrapped around the sides of her throat.
My thumbs rubbed over the sensitive front, feeling her try to swallow to accept me as I forced my way in and out of her mouth. Her throat swelled with breath when I pulled back, giving her time to breathe before driving into the wet heat of her mouth and bumping against the edge of her. The delicate skin of her throat called to me, the vulnerable part of her body something that the nightmare inside of me wanted to mark.
I wanted to mark every inch of her skin. I pulled out of her mouth suddenly, feeling her frenzied breaths against my balls as I drew back and stared at her flushed cheeks. She moved back onto the bed, resting her head at a more natural angle and staring at me as she waited for my next move. There was an odd sense of detachment in her face, a distance between us that I felt when she turned away from me and a heavy sigh came through her parted lips.
She waited, stripping away the only thing she could in the moments when I demanded her body. She deprived me of her eyes. Her mind. Herheart.
And that was something I would never tolerate.