Page 41 of Fragile Twisted Vows
“Go…too far,” she whispers as her eyes search mine.
She’s looking for reassurance and she won’t find it here.
Not with me.
I lean in close, lowering my head so that our lips are but a breath apart.
“Sweetheart, I will push every boundary that you didn’t even know you had.” I growl at her, my eyes dark and heavy as I stare menacingly at her, but she doesn’t back down.
She doesn’t cower away or show fear. In fact, she looks enthralled. Her curiosity completely takes over and it’s god damn addictive. I want to eat every bit of it up.
“So say it,” I hiss, ready to get started because quite frankly, my cock is bursting at the seams.
I’ve touched it relentlessly over the last few days, her beautiful face and delectable fucking body taking over my sick mind as I did every time.
She’s quiet, taking in my words as I grip her wrist tighter with impatience.
“Your safe word. Give it to me,” I command and she bites down on her pink, fleshy bottom lip before she answers me, the sight turning my cock to granite.
She thinks carefully for a while and I can see the wheels turning in her pretty little head. I shift on my heels as she does, ready to just say fuck it altogether until finally, she speaks.
“Enough,” she says the word sharp and clear.
And I don’t argue against it. I don’t tell her that it’s too close to No or Stop.
Because she says it with such conviction, such brutality that I know that word would never get confused with the alternatives.
“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth, ready to throw her against the nearest wall so I can finally scratch this stupid fucking itch that I have for her.
“But one more thing,” I hiss as she inhales through flared nostrils, her body signaling that she’s impatient too.
“No kissing,” I bark and she narrows her eyes at me, rejection and disappointment shining through them.
But tough shit. I’m not going there with her.
“Why-”
“Because it’s too intimate. And this isn’t about intimacy,” I grunt, cutting her off as she falls silent instantly.
“What’s this about then, Damien?” she growls, angry that I’ve denied her.
Oh fucking well, princess.
I grab her face with my free hand, squishing her flushed cheeks together as I force her to look at me head on, my other hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist.
“This is about relinquishing control. About giving me every bit of you so that you know you are mine. This body is mine. Every inch of it,” I growl, her breath coming out in heavy little puffs through her flared nostrils.
“It’s about pushing you, testing you, seeing how far you are willing to go until you are ready to give in. Until you are ready to show me your submission, your complete obedience. And then…then you will see the pleasure that comes with compliance. With acceptance,” I vow, and she practically sighs when I release her face.
She bites down on her lip once more, a move I’m slowly becoming fascinated with. She seems tantalized by my words, enthralled by them. A while passes as she lets them sink in, but I wait.
As impatient as I am, I don’t take women until I’ve had their consent.
I’m a heartless bastard, but I’m not that sick.
“Fine,” she says after a while, her body twitching as she eyes me up and down.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks with a needy whine, and I want to laugh at her, but I don’t.
