Chapter 76: MAKING HIM BEG

MIA

Day 20. Ten days left on our fragile deal. I had spent the last two weeks slowly tightening the noose by seducing him more and tonight, I decided to push further.

Dante was in the bedroom when I entered, loosening his tie after a long day. He smiled when he saw me and then I closed the door behind me and locked it with a soft click.

“Get on the bed,” I said, voice low and commanding. “Now.”

He paused, eyebrows rising in surprise. “Mia—”

“I said now.”

Something dark and hungry flickered in his eyes. He obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and lying back against the pillows. His arousal was already evident, straining against his pants. The sight sent a thrill through me I didn’t want to have but couldn't help it.

I crawled over him, straddling his hips, and unbuckled his belt slowly. I pulled it free and used it to bind his wrists to the headboard, securing them tightly but not painfully. He tested the restraint, breathing quickening.

“Tonight, we do this my way,” I whispered against his ear, nipping the lobe.

“Yes,” he breathed, already surrendering. The power was intoxicating. For weeks I had been the captive. Now, even temporarily, I held the reins.

I stripped slowly, letting him watch every movement. When I was naked, I took my time teasing him by kissing down his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his skin and avoiding where he wanted me most. He strained against the belt, hips lifting.

“Mia… please.”

“Please what?” I asked sweetly, circling a nipple with my tongue.

“Touch me. I need you.”

I smiled and finally wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him firmly. He groaned, head falling back. I worked him until he was leaking, then positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly, taking him inch by inch. Then I started to ride him at my own pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and rode him harder, faster, grinding my clit against him. His wrists pulled at the restraint, muscles flexing. I loved seeing him like this, a powerful man reduced to begging beneath me.

“Not yet,” I said when his thrusts grew frantic so i slowed down, teasing him and edging him mercilessly. “You don’t come until I say.”

He groaned in frustration, but his eyes were glazed with lust. “Please, Mia—”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

I smiled and picked up the pace again, riding him so fast my knees ached. I came first, clenching around him hard and crying out as pleasure ripped through me. Only then did I let him follow—milking him through a shattering orgasm that left him shaking and spent.

Then I untied him afterward and he pulled me down immediately, holding me close against his chest, breathing hard. “Where did that come from?” he asked, voice hoarse with wonder.

“I learned from the best,” I replied softly.

He chuckled, kissing my hair, already drifting toward sleep. I lay there listening to his heartbeat, my mind racing.

After he fell asleep, I slipped out of bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror. The woman staring back wasn’t the Mia from before and she wasn’t the broken captive either. She was something new and terrifying. I touched the choker still around my neck which I had put on yesterday. A symbol I somehow loved. Why did I keep it? Why did dominating him tonight feel so good? What did that make me? Survivor? Or an accomplice to my own corruption?

I didn’t have answers. And that scared me more than the captivity ever did.