He pulled away and grinned sadistically at me. He liked it when he hurt me.
He pulled on the nipples with rough movements before twisting them with his fingers.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, his voice sounding like delicious, dark sin.
He pulled down the straps of my dress, baring my breasts to his gaze.
He licked his lips, his eyes focused intently on them. “What would you like as a reward, Ryleigh?”
“Reward?”
“Oh, yeah. Reward. Would my girl like me to eat her out, see how many orgasms I could wring from her before she begs me to stop?”
I squirmed. That shouldn’t sound appealing, but my pussy clenched from his words, and I knew I was soaking my panties already.
He raised one hand and cupped me, his thumb moving over my nipple.
I attempted to move in closer to him when he pulled back and slapped the side of my breast, hard.
“Hey,” I protested.
He pushed me back down on the sofa, grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, and raised them above my head. I tried to move them, but he tightened his grip.
He moved between my legs, pressing close enough that I could feel his erection against my center.
He slapped my breast again, this time, near the center.
The pain was much more than it had been the first time, yet, there was a telltale sign of arousal seeping out from me.
“These are mine,” he said, plucking at my nipple. “I can do whatever the hell I want with them, can’t I?”
“Xavier,” I moaned when he twisted my nipple.
“Say it, Ryleigh. Say these are mine. My fucking toys. My property. Just like you’re mine. My property. My sex toy. My whore.” He looked down at me, his eyes dark and rough—a look I had never seen crossed over his face before. A sliver of fear ran through me, but along it was heat and arousal. “My goddess.”
I nodded. I could be all of those things for him, just as long as he kept touching me like this.
He pulled back and slapped my breast a few more times, making me try to squirm away, yet, wanting to come closer to him, all at the same time.
He tightened his grip on my wrists and leaned down, taking an aching tip in his mouth.
He looked up and met my eyes as he rolled my nipple between his teeth, making my back arch.
“Say it,” he said, pulling away slightly. He licked my nipple with the flat of his tongue, wrenching out a small whimper from me.
“I’m y-your property,” I said, my face burning. My mom would be horrified by the words uttered from my lips. And what was more, no one was making me say them. I said them because I wanted to. Because Ilikedthe idea of being owned by Xavier… to this extent. “I’m your sex toy,” I added, the heat in his eyes encouraging me. “I’m your whore. Your goddess.”
It should make me feel degraded. But it just made me feel powerful because the heat in his eyes was real. Xavier was just as affected by me as I was by him.
He leaned down and grabbed something from inside his boots.
My eyes widened in shock when he pulled out a knife, yet I trusted him not to hurt me… not without my consent first. And though he looked like he had experienced all sorts of kinks, I hadn’t.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about knife play, though.
He surprised me when he grabbed the fabric of my dress up and ran the knife through it, ripping it apart before I really understood what he was doing.
“Hey! I like this dress.” I said, as he pushed the tattered fabric away from my body.