I Need Your Submission

I Need Your Submission
Cassian's POV

She threw her head to the ceiling as she hit the wall. A noise as loud and garish as a groan, yet low and heavy like a moan, tore out of her lips.
I have waited for this moment for so long, when she was mine again, trapped in my arms, moaning under my touch.
She was my bride, my woman, my queen. And I would always treat her as that. I intend to worship her body as mine tonight. But first, she has to worship mine.
Her thigh was soft under my palm as I dropped it. “Raise your hand, Seralyn,” I ordered.
But she just stared at me, doing nothing. Her hands hung limply by her side. “I have told you, Cassian. I don't appreciate such a tone.” she said, a bitter twist to her lips.
“I thought we had already gone past this, Seralyn. You are my queen, which means you obey me.”
“Well, I am neither your queen nor your slave, Cassian. I came here to be fucked, not enslaved.” She shot back, her head tilted to the side, defiant.
My jaw ached as my teeth clenched hard, seething. I tried not to be offended, though my veins were already pumping with heat. I didn't want to break her. But if she leaves me no choice, then I might try to.
“I cherish you as my queen, Seralyn, and adore your body. So let's go at this the easy way and not argue.”
She snorted, raising her upper lip with a bit of scorn. “I’d prefer the hard way, Cassian. Let's see where it gets both of us.”
I tweaked my lips in a slow, wicked grin. “Then so be it, my queen.”
My fingers latched on her belt, and I dragged it forward, along with her. I released my claws fully, and in one quick, expertly done movement, I tore her jean pants off her waist.
She screamed, her eyes widening in horror as she watched the torn material fall at her feet. “What have you…” I didn't let her finish when I shoved my hand into her panties, and I pushed my fingers inside her sex—three thick fingers. I wanted to push her to her limit, test it, and reshape it for her. She was mine, and I am master of her body.
She gasped out a loud moan and collapsed against me. “Cassian,” she screamed, trembling around my fingers.
“Call me your king,” I said to her.
“Fucking no. You are not my king.”
I grinned. I pulled my fingers from her, and I shoved them again into her sex, spreading her apart. With the three fingers, I felt every inch of her sex, her sex walls wrapping around them, her juices sticking on them. Her clit flapped against my fingers as I resumed thrusting in and out of her. I didn't start slow. I wanted to break her, and for that I started rough—very rough.
I thrust in and out of her sex very fast and hard. She writhed and thrashed around on my fingers and on the wall. Her moans were raw and rich and hard. I could feel her lungs vibrate with each moan.
She grabbed my hand, trying to pull me out of her sex, but she wasn't strong enough.
I stopped abruptly, and I grinned at her while she danced around the wall like a captured snake, her body heated and tormented. She kept moaning even though I had stopped thrusting.
“How about now, Seralyn? Am I your king?”
“No!” she screamed at my face with all of her lungs. “You can't force me to call you my king.”
“You are right, I can't force you. But I can fuck you into it.”
She started as if about to jump out of her skin as I slipped back fully into her to resume my thrusts. “Yes, yes. Yes, Cassian. You are my king, my fucking king.”
“Now was that so hard, Seralyn?” I grinned. “Now that we have established that. How about you give your king some pleasure with your mouth?”
She was silent, still spasming against the wall from the fuck with my fingers.
I held her head, and I pushed her down slowly. She shook my hands off her head, refusing to go lower.
“Come on, Seralyn.” I sighed heavily. “Don't let us go through that again.”
“I can't forgive you for that, Cassian.”
“You can't forgive me for fucking you.”
Her lips parted as she tried to counter me, but she hesitated, perhaps realizing she was just going to look stupid arguing that. Her brows narrowed, and her storm-grey pair darkened on me. “But that was painful,” she finally fired at me.
“But you also enjoyed it,” I countered.
She went speechless again, turning her head from me. Her fists balled tight beside her.
She was angry at me, and that caused a sudden pain to nag at my heart. I felt my heart almost tear inside of me.
I snatched her waist, and I traced us to the bed. She struggled beneath me on the bed, kicking and shoving her legs against me. I pinned her to the bed with my other arm and legs. I stared straight into her eyes, into the storm that brewed in them as she glared at me.
“I am sorry, Seralyn. I didn't mean to hurt you.” I told her. My voice was tuned low inside of me for a reason I didn't know. It felt as though I was speaking with my heart and not my lips.
“But you did,” she challenged.
“And that is why…” I yelled at her, my veins hot with rage. I realized I was yelling, and I swallowed back the rest of the words, letting them come out as almost a murmur. “...I am apologizing, Seralyn.”
She just whipped her head away from me, refusing to look into my eyes. I released her and dropped to her side on the bed. “I agree I went a little overboard with things,”
“You fucking treated me like I was an object, Cassian.” She turned to me to yell now. I caught a glimpse of the moisture coating her eyes before she could turn her head away again, and that caused more painful snags in my heart.
I caught her waist, holding her up to me. She struggled to turn back, but I held her firm. I have never seen her this vulnerable, and it made guilt gnaw hard at me. I felt like I was coming apart from the inside. How could I fucking make her cry?
I cleaned off her tears with my fingers, and I held her eyes with mine. “I am sorry, Seralyn. I didn't mean to hurt you. But you have to understand, I like to be dominant, and for that to be possible, I need your submission.”
“I can't be your fucking slave,” she challenged, the angry edge clouding her voice again. Her eyes became hostile again.
“Try to understand me. I am not trying to make you my slave. Of course you aren't my slave. You are my queen. I just want you to submit your body and soul to me, to give yourself up completely to me, so I can guide both of us to our pleasure. With time you will come to understand what I mean, but now, just think of it as—” I paused, searching my mental library for the right word. I yelled it out when I found it. “Cosplaying. Just think of it as cosplaying, Seralyn. Like you are acting that role for that while.”
She said nothing for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought. “It still doesn't make sense, Cassian.”
“It does, Seralyn. You will eventually get it. But for now, just play along, follow my orders, and I promise you pleasures like none you have ever had.” I swore.
A naughty twinkle lit up her eyes, bright like a lamp. “That might be impossible, Cassian.”
“Let me show you how possible it is,” I said, and I pulled her towards me, pressing my lips hard on hers.