Chapter 12 Make Me Beg
INDIE
The knock echoed again, louder. Zade didn't even flinch. He simply lifted one finger to his lips in a silent command for me to stay quiet, then he tilted his head towards the door. The voice of an elderly woman came through the wood. "Flamekeeper? Are you well, child?"
My lungs seized. I couldn't breathe. Zade's body still loomed over mine, one knee braced between my spread thighs. My hand stayed frozen between them, my fingers glistening.
He studied me for a moment, then he gave me the tiniest nod. His violet eyes were molten, daring me.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Y-yes," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
The elder paused. "Are you certain?"
Zade leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breath was hot, his voice a low, velvet rasp meant only for me.
"Touch yourself, Bunny. Right now. Let her hear how good you're being."
My whole body clenched at the command. Heat roared through me, merciless. Slowly, I slid my trembling fingers back down, parting my slick folds, and circling the swollen bud of my clit with the lightest pressure.
The elder's voice came again. "You sound... unwell. Shall I enter?"
"No," I gasped. My hips jerked involuntarily as I stroked faster, trying to keep the rhythm steady. "I'm—I'm fine. Just... resting."
Zade's hand settled on the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper, fighting the moan that wanted to spill out as my fingers slipped lower, teasing my entrance. Slick coated my thighs, dripping down in slow, obscene trails.
The elder hummed thoughtfully. "Very well. Rest, then. The rites resume at dawn. Call if you need anything."
Her footsteps retreated, and suddenly, I was hyperaware of my pulse roaring in my ears.
Zade pulled back just enough to look at me. His gaze dragged over my flushed face, my heaving chest, and the way my legs trembled with every shallow stroke I gave myself. The corner of his mouth lifted darkly. That look. Gods, that look. It made a reckless spark ignite deep inside of me.
So, I stopped circling and pushed two fingers deep instead.
The wet, filthy squelch filled the room, my toes curling against the sheets. I couldn't hold back the small, broken whimper that escaped.
Zade's eyes brightened. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a rough murmur against my throat.
"That's it, Bunny. Fuck yourself like you've been dreaming about me doing it. Let me hear how wet you get just thinking about my cock splitting you open."
The words punched through me. I pumped faster, curling my fingers, chasing that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My free hand fisted the sheet, my hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my hand.
"You're dripping for me," he growled. "So fucking desperate. Look at you spread wide, soaking the bed, trying so hard to be quiet while you ride your own fingers because I told you to. My good little slut."
I was shaking now, my thighs quivering, my breath coming in ragged pants. The pressure coiled tighter, unbearable.
"Zade—" My voice cracked. "I—I'm—"
He cupped my jaw, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open just enough.
"Say it," he ordered softly. "Tell me when you're cumming."
I broke.
"I'm cumming," I cried, my voice cracking. "Zade—oh gods—I'm cumming—"
My back bowed off the bed as the orgasm ripped through me, hard and blinding. My walls clenched around my fingers, hot juices pulsing out in hot waves. Tears spilled down my temples, mixing with sweat. I sobbed through it, my body shuddering.
When the aftershocks finally eased, I collapsed back, trembling.
Zade's thumb swept gently over my bottom lip, collecting the tears and the salt of my skin. He brought it to his mouth, tasting.
"Good girl," he murmured, the praise sinking into me like warm honey. "Such a good girl."
I stared up at him, dazed and wrecked. My heart was still thundering.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over mine so softly it sent butterflies filling my belly. Then he pulled back just far enough to meet my eyes.
"Now tell me, Bunny," he rasped. "What do you want?"
I blinked. The question hung between us, simple and impossible.
He was actually asking, giving me a choice.
My throat tightened. This was already so wrong. Yet, I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to ruin me. Didn't that make me a terrible person?
My pussy throbbed for his attention, and when my gaze dragged low, the air whooshed out of my lungs when I saw the large tent in his pants.
Holy shit.
My mouth watered, my nipples aching.
"Fuck me," I blurted the words out before I could change my mind. "I want you to fuck me real good. Make me cry. Make me beg. Fucking ruin me, Zade."
By the time I dropped the bomb, I felt breathless. Surprise crossed his beautiful features.
But that surprise lasted only a second—barely long enough for me to register it—before something hungrier took its place. His violet eyes burned, his pupils swallowing the irises until they were nothing but endless night. A slow, predatory smile curled his lips, the kind that promised pain and pleasure in equal, devastating measure.
He didn't speak at first.
Then, without warning, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my throat—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind me exactly who held the reins. My pulse jumped against his palm.
"Careful what you wish for, Bunny," he growled. "I don't do gentle. Not tonight. Not after you let yourself burn half to death instead of coming to me."
I swallowed under his grip, the motion pressing my throat harder against his fingers. My body reacted instantly, fresh heat pooling between my thighs, my nipples tightening to painful points. I should've been scared. Part of me was. But the bigger part—the reckless, aching, desperate part—was already arching toward him.
"I know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I want it anyway."
His thumb stroked the underside of my jaw, slow and deliberate. "You want me to ruin you?" He leaned in until his mouth hovered inches from mine. "Then you're going to take every fucking inch, every filthy thing I give you, and you're going to thank me for it."
A whimper slipped out before I could stop it.
He released my throat only to shove my thighs wider apart with his knees, settling between them. The rough fabric of his pants scraped against my oversensitive skin, making me hiss. His erection pressed against my inner thigh, thick and heavy. I couldn't help the way my hips lifted instinctively, seeking more.
Zade caught my wrists in one large hand and pinned them above my head, stretching me out beneath him. The position forced my back to arch, my breasts thrusting up towards his mouth. He dipped his head, his teeth grazing one peaked nipple before he sucked it hard into the wet heat of his mouth.
I cried out from the overwhelming sensation.
He released it with a wet pop. "Quiet, Bunny. Or I'll gag you with my cock and make you choke on it while I fuck your throat."
The threat sent a fresh gush of slick between my legs. Gods, I was soaked, dripping onto the sheets.
He shifted, freeing his other hand to drag down the front of his pants. The sound of his zipper was obscene in the stillness. When he shoved the fabric aside, his cock sprang free.
My mouth went dry at the outline of his sheer size. My core clenched around nothing.
He fisted himself twice, smearing the bead of precum over the head. Then he dragged the blunt tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my swollen clit until I was writhing.
"Say it again," he growled. "Tell me exactly how you want to be ruined."
I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. "Fuck me," I gasped. "Hard. Deep. Don't stop until I'm screaming your name and crying for mercy. Ruin me, Zade. Please."
That was all it took.