“Do you?” he repeated, the hint of a chuckle ever present in his voice. “I bet you do, my slut. I bet you’re desperate to be filled with my cock… Look at you, you’re almost coming from three fingers. Just imagine what my dick’s going to do to that tight little cunt of yours.”
“Please,” I breathed. “Send them out.”
I wouldn’t give into him in front of the maids. I wanted to keep my last shred of dignity, but the moment he realized it, he knew he had an ace up his sleeve.
“You feel shy all of a sudden?” he asked roughly. “Don’t want to come in front of them?”
He curled his fingers up inside me, and my body sparked with pleasure.
“No,” I breathed desperately. “Just with you… Just with you, Thorn.”
“Just with me?” His voice was gentle now, gentle and caring. “You just wanna come with me, don’t you, Rose?”
I nodded, and he groaned when I lifted my hips, grinding them against his wrist. I didn’t care who watched anymore. I wanted to get off with him, and I would’ve done anything, no matter who was there, to get the orgasm he was trying to keep out of my reach.
“Get the fuck out,” Thorn growled, and when nobody moved, he repeated it louder, practically screaming. “OUT! Right the fuck now!”
I was too focused on him to look over my shoulder, but I could hear the maids scurrying away, running out of the room as if the whole space was on fire. A second after I heard the doors slam closed, he grabbed me, his arm supporting me from my ass to my head, and lifted me to his body, my hungry lips finding him and drinking from his mouth, kissing him drunkenly, begging for shameful things I had no right wanting.
“Please, Thorn,” I begged. “Please, I want to be your only one, your only girl, the only one you fuck, the only one you care for…”
“You are,” he said back, his mouth trying to devour mine. “You are my fucking only one, my Rose, my forever Rose…”
I took a deep breath while he unzipped his trousers, and in seconds, my back was slammed against the table as he lowered himself over my body. I looked down to where we were about to become one, staring at his bulging cock dripping with precum for me.
“Tell me you want it inside,” he told me in a low snarl. “Tell me you want my cock in that pussy. Tell me who you belong to.”
“I want it,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering to his. He looked at me with such intensity I wanted to drop to my knees in front of him and beg him to take me, to keep me. “I belong to you…”
“Say it properly,” he grunted, positioning his tip over my entrance and never taking his eyes off mine. “Say it properly, Rose. Tell me you’re my property.”
“I’m yours,” I said. “I’m your property, your possession, you can do whatever you want with me, I’ll do everything, anything you tell me to…”
“Anything?” he asked softly, his eyes sparkling with dark intent as he looked down at me.
The torture he was putting me through was almost enough to make me lose my mind, and I shook with anticipation, my pussy dripping all over the dining table as I waited for him, desperate, needy and ashamed.
“Anything,” I promised, and he sank himself inside me.
I tried to moan, but his hand was over my mouth in seconds, shutting me up as he took from my body.
“You will give me everything,” he said; not a question but a statement instead. “You will give yourself to me completely. No more of this fucking holding back. You will let me have everything. Let me make every decision. Own every bit of you. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded, a single movement of my head followed by a tear sliding down my cheek. I was on the verge already with his throbbing cock resting inside me and pulsating with the need to fuck me. Before I’d met Thorn I’d never known pleasure like this existed and never knew how desperate for more he would make me. I truly would have done anything for him at that moment, but we both knew he’d have to think of something more permanent. I’d promise him anything, but the second we stopped touching, I’d retreat back inside my shell, just like I always did.
With his trousers around his ankles, he reached into his suit and drew out a small jeweled plug. I stared at him with wide eyes as he presented it to me.
“Better get it wet,” he told me. “Don’t want it to hurt too badly.”
He positioned it in front of my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth. More tears were falling now, because he wasn’t giving me what we both needed. His cock was throbbing painfully inside me. He needed the release as badly as I did, yet he was stalling; I didn’t understand why.