Taken control

Taken control

His hand trailed to the front, over my bare pussy. I shuddered against the wall as his fingers spread over my slit. In an instant, he had me dripping, my wetness pooling in the palm of his hand. One finger teased at my entrance, his thumb. I bit my lower lip, holding back the moan that threatened to escape.

He circled my clit while his mouth snaked over the back of my neck. My pulse quickened. I felt it coming, I craved it—for the mark. As much as my mind didn’t want it, my body did. His teeth barely scraped over my flesh before he pulled away, but his fingers remained over my pussy.

I arched into his touch, a choked gasp escaping my lips finally. He chuckled and slipped his fingers inside. I was sore, but his touch was a kind of sweet torture I couldn't resist. He started slow, letting his fingers curl and uncurl inside me. My core tightened, my legs trembled, and my knees weakened.

I didn’t hold onto anything for support and I didn’t think I could hold onto anything.

"Lucien," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. My body tensed as he flicked his fingers inside, filling me up, filling up the hollow.

Just as I reached the edge, he withdrew his hand and something told me he sensed it. My insides tightened. The sudden loss of his touch was conflicting. I was left hanging and the pleasure faded as soon as it came.

"No," I whimpered, lowering my hand over his but it didn’t return.

His breath fanned over my ear and a chuckle echoed.

"There are so many ways I can torment you, Aurora, and you’ll be begging by the time I’m done with you."

Before I could say anything, he turned me around, and his hand moved to my waist, fingertips pressing into my skin. I breathed heavily while meeting his eyes. There was something else flickering in them now, something I didn’t recognize.

In one swift move, he threw me onto the bed. My breath hitched at the sudden movement, my body bouncing lightly against the mattress. I didn’t even have a second to adjust before he was on me, his body against mine, his hands roaming over my skin.

My feet hung over the edge of the bed as he parted my leg and positioned himself at my entrance. His hand rested on one side, keeping me in place while the other one moved over his pants as he unbuckled them.

He looked down at me with a predatory grin playing on his lips. I braced myself as his thumb circled my pulsing clit. My breaths staggered. I yearned for more. Every teasing stroke of his thumb sent sparks of pleasure through my body. My hands clenched the bedsheets beneath as he watched me squirm under him.

Without a warning, he filled me in one swift, powerful thrust. I gasped. He was relentless, his thrusts quick and deep, stretching me, claiming me.

It hurt but not as much as before. It was better now, much better.

My walls clenched around his thickness, swallowing him up in whole. I panted heavily, moaning and groaning as he punished me with his thrusts. It was nothing compared to the first time he took me. He wasn’t gentle, not anymore.

"Oh, feels good, doesn't it?" He asked me with a smile on his lips.

"Yes," I nodded. "Yes."

His cock slipped out and then back in, it was tormenting. I whimpered at the loss, my body clenching around nothing when his thickness left. But it wasn’t long before he plunged back in. Pleasure formed in my belly, building up with every thrust. It was too much, yet not enough. I craved more.

The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin, our gasping breaths, and the low growl of his voice. It drove me closer to the edge.

I clutched the sheets tighter while tightening around his shaft. My head rolled back and I groaned, "Oh, God." There was a prayer on my tongue now.

He pressed his lips to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat over me. His hand moved away from my thigh and traced a path up my body till he was cupping my breast, his thumb pinching my nipples.

I reached closer to the edge and just as I was about to finish, he pulled out completely, leaving me writhing on the bed. My legs tightened around him. I didn’t want him to go, not yet.

Before I could say anything, his mouth covered mine. He kissed me for long, till my lips were sore, till I could barely breathe. When he was done, he thrust back into me and took me roughly.

His hand pressed on the side of my cheek and he tilted my head to the side. My eyes lingered over the blood on the sheets. It was his. It was what he wanted me to remember, to remind me what I’d done to him.

I turned my head around and watched him fuck me. A smile played on his lip, not of pleasure. He didn’t let me finish. Each time I got close, he slowed down, his pace altering just enough to bring me back from the edge.

"Please," I whimpered. I could feel the heat pooling in my core, my body growing desperate for release.

His grip on me tightened as he thrust one last time, filling me up deep before his body tensed, finding his own release.

But I was still on the edge, the tension in my body winding tighter and tighter. "No, no," I cried out, my voice choked with desperation.

But he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching. His hand found my neck as I squirmed under him, desperate for him to touch me, to finish what he’d started. But he didn’t. He held me tight, his fingers pressing against my skin.

"You'll take what I give you, Aurora. Nothing more, nothing less," His voice was as cold as ice, firm. He pulled out from me completely, leaving a hollow space where he was just moments ago. "And I decide when you get to finish, or if you should even." His words were final, hitting me straight where it was meant to hurt.

I drew myself away from him, frowning at what he had left me with. Nothing. He stepped back, grinning, and buckled his pants.

"Goodnight." He said as soon as his breathing evened out.

There was a soft thud after that and then he was gone. I was left alone, my body aching and yearning for the release that was denied, the climax that never came. The implications were clear. He’d taken control, of my body, my pleasure, and everything in between.

He wanted to punish me and this was how he saw fit.