His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I yelped.
“That was for leaving me, Lily. For denying your need for me. For denying my right to protect you.”
Oh, this role-playing game was getting a little too real. “I don’t need you to protect me.”
He leaned close, his chest covering my back, and whispered in my ear. “I know you do not need my protection, love. But it’s my right to do everything I can to keep you safe. You will not deny me again. Leave me behind. Choose another to be at your side.”
I’d hurt him by going off with Dea instead of choosing him. I realized that now. Hurt him deeply.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t hide my emotions or my needs. I loved him. I was who I was and he had accepted that. “I love you. I won’t leave you behind. Ever. Please.” I needed release. Pleasure. I needed him.
The tension in my body was so high even the soft bedding rubbing my skin was too much. Overwhelming. Almost painful.
“You’re sorry? Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pulled his hard length free and replaced them with two fingers as his other hand landed with a sharp sting on my other cheek.
Forgetting? God, what was I forgetting? “What?” I cried.
He struck my bottom again, spanking me as I’d asked, as some of the heroes in my erotic novels were wont to do.
I didn’t know if I would like it, but we were playing a game.
And that sting on my bottom was shockingly heated. The sting spreading like fire all over my body.
Darius rubbed my bare ass as his thumb found my clit and rubbed back and forth slowly. Too slow. I needed stimulation to have an orgasm, not this. I wiggled my hips, trying to force him to move, and his palm landed again. “Lily, when we are in our private quarters, you will call me master or sir. Do you understand?”
Oh, shit. That was a line straight out of the book.
How could I have forgotten? It had been my idea to play this game. We’d read the scene together. He was playing the part of a Prillon warrior, Dare. I was Hannah. We didn’t have collars on, and I had made very clear I was not ready to try anything via the backdoor, yet...but this? Pretending to be someone else?
I felt free. Totally, completely free to say anything. Do anything. “Yes, sir.”
Surrender. Submission. I trusted him completely, which was not just shocking but a joy I’d never expected to experience in real life.
I called him sir.
Damn, that was hot.
In a move so fast I gasped in shock, I was flipped onto my back and he towered over me. Darius lifted my arms over my head and held them, stared down into my eyes. “Hold your arms over your head and keep them there.”
I did as he commanded and felt consumed as he stared into my eyes as he worked me with his hand, bringing me to the brink over and over. Watching every move. Every reaction. Stopping just as the wave of an orgams was about to roar through me. Over and over until I was thrashing on the bed, nearly in tears. “Do you want to come, Lily?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His hand stilled and I whimpered. One hard stroke, the thickness of his body claiming mine. One thing. Just one more thing would push me over the edge. I was strung so tight I felt like I was going to explode.
“Yes, sir.”
His smile almost made me come. I felt powerful. I’d pleased him, and the heated emotions flooding my body had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with giving him what he wanted. What he needed. He was mine.
“Beg, Lily. Say please.”
“Please, sir. Please.” I was desperate and I hid nothing.
Darius lowered his mouth to mine and used his tongue in my mouth to mimic the movements of his hand below.
The orgasm ripped through me like an explosion. I cried out, my entire body lifting from the bed with the force of my release. His kiss stole my air, gave it back.
I shuddered in his arms as he kissed his way down my body and took my pussy with his mouth. He sucked and licked my clit, using his fingers to stroke me inside until I came apart again.