Chapter 68 Wasn't just sex
Max's POV:
Validation... that's all Veronica needed from me, a crumb of approval to fuel her desperation.
She was striving harder to get me...
She was all fire and no control, reacting instead of commanding the moment.
I could see it in the way her eyes pleaded, begging for me to break, to give her what she truly craved without knowing it.
Before she could protest, I wrapped one arm around her waist and stood, lifting her naked body off my lap.
She clung to me instinctively, legs wrapping around my waist, but I ignored the invitation, focused on the bed frame waiting in the corner with had sturdy iron with cuffs dangling from the posts, prepared for moments like this.
I dumped her onto the mattress as she scrambled to sit up, her eyes were defiant but pupils blown wide with lust.
"What are you—" she started, but I silenced her with a look, grabbing her wrists and yanking them above her head.
The cold metal of the cuffs clicked shut around her delicate skin, chaining her to the headboard.
She moved her hands, the chains were rattling, but they held her firm, spreading her arms wide and her body was all mine now, she was exposed, and vulnerable for me.
"Now," I said, stepping back to admire my work... I was aching inside now...
"I'll show you what you're missing, Veronica. How it's really done." I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs, my hands trailing up her calves slowly.
Her skin flushed under my touch, goosebumps were rising on her as I reached her inner thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there with controlled pressure.
Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly I made her muscles to quiver.
She squealed, a high-pitched sound that was pure pleasure, her back arching off the sheets as the sensation shot straight to her core.
"That's it," I murmured, leaning down to whisper against her ear. "Squeal for me, little sub. You crave this... being held down, made to feel every inch of control slipping away."
My fingers dug deeper, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm... her body responding with involuntary jerks, hips lifting toward me.
She bit her lip, trying to stifle another squeal, but it escaped anyway, louder this time, her face twisting in ecstasy.
"You think you're a domme, Veronica? Chasing validation like a puppy? That's why your actions are so weak. But deep down, you know the truth—you're made to be a sub. Built for this, for me to build and break."
Her eyes fluttered, too lost in the pleasure to respond, but it was evident in the flush creeping up her chest, the way her nipples hardened to peaks, and her thighs trembled under my grip.
She was repressing it, that shadow side... the need to surrender, to be owned.
I squeezed harder, my palms sliding higher, brushing the edges of her entrance without touching... and teasing the slick folds.
Another squeal tore from her throat, and her chained hands were pulling futilely at the cuffs, her body writhing as waves of sensation built seemed to built in her.
"Admit it, Veronica..." I continued, whispered darkly, my lips were grazing her earlobe. "You can't dominate because you don't want to... That's your truth, Veronica... you are not made for it..."
She gasped, no words were forming in her lips... just breathless moans as I kept the slow torment going on in her, squeezing her thighs until they bruised faintly... then easing off to trace circles with my thumbs.
I watched her face, she was in conflict. She wasn't pleased that I was insulting her... at the same time the pleasure I gave her was too intense... she can't stop me either.
This is excatly how she can know what she was made up of!
I shifted lower, my mouth replacing my hands, my teeth was nipping at the tender skin of her inner thigh, sucking hard enough to make her toes curl.
She bucked, chains clanking, another squeal echoing as I bit down causing just shy of pain, my tongue immediately soothing the sting.
My fingers finally dipped between her legs, not penetrating, just spreading her wide, exposing her fully to the cool air.
She whimpered, hips grinding air, but I held her still, circling her in feather-light strokes... very slow.
She was completely gone now... under my spell.
"You're repressing this side, Veronica.... the one that begs to serve and crave validation. Why fight it?! Let me own you, Veronica. Your body weeps for it."
After what felt like an eternity of her squeals and pleas... I uncuffed one of her wrist, then the other, and the metal clicked open.
She rubbed her skin, red from the restraints, and sat up slowly, her eyes were glazing but were sparking with fury now... I did insulted her pretty bad in this game.
"You just try me now," she said, as she pushed me back onto the pillows. "I'm gonna blow your mind. Right here... Maximilian Ashford..."
There she was, forming claws only when I humiliated her... and she was scratching at the surface of her shadow self.
This wasn't just sex; it was psychological play which is supposed to reveal her hidden self... the one she hides from herself.
I was going to have fun peeling those layers of her, straining every hidden desire of her... making it all come to the surface... until she shattered completely.
I smirked, lying back as she straddled me again, her hands held me bolder now, her nails raking down my chest.
But I could see the shift... the way her movements carried a hint of submission, even in her aggression.
She leaned down, lips crashing into mine in a fierce kiss, tongue demanding, but her body hovered, waiting for my cue.
Her entrance brushed my length... but she didn't sink down yet, she was teasing me... just as I'd taught her.
"Show me, then," I challenged, hands on her hips, guiding without forcing. "Blow my mind, sub. Or admit you can't without me leading."
She growled at me, sounding very low and frustrated, she was grinding against my length but not taking it... her breaths were hot against my neck as she nipped at my skin.
I thrust up once, very shallow, making her gasp, her walls fluttering around the tip.
"That's it... fight it, but you know you'll break for me. You can't take me fully, can you?!"
She only frowned at me before she quickened her pace... her hands were pinning my shoulders, but her eyes still held that plea for validation... the shadow side of her emerging in every moan.
I squeezed her ass, pulling her down harder, showing her the rhythm she craved to follow.
"Good girl," I whispered.