Chapter 69 Spellbound
Veronica's POV:
Was it even possible to feel both turned on and angry at the same time?! I had no idea before.
He was playing psychological games, that much was clear... this was a 'push and pull' game... he was dangling his dominance to me only to be just out of reach to drag me into surrender.
I wondered where he even learned this from?!
I knew that I should give it back to him, at least this time.
I picked up the leather handle that was beside the nightstand table and pushed Max over the mattress and hoovered over him.
He raised his dark brow... as if questioning me, as if I was really up to a second disappointment.
With a surge of adrenaline, I bucked my hips up, not for pleasure but to throw him off balance.
He grunted, with surprise in his mischievous blue eyes.
Seizing the moment, I swung back, uncoiling the length of the whip with a snap that echoed off the walls.
Before he could react, I wrapped the whip around his strong neck, thanks to all the gym and surfing he did... and I made the leather to bite into his skin, pulling him down closer to me.
I yanked hard, forcing his face inches from mine, our breaths were mingling now... we were both too hot and ragged.
My other hand shoved at his chest... but I held firm, and stared sharply at the man who had been commanding me all night... now he seemed spellbound!
"Now the hunter gets hunted," I hissed.
I tightened the whip's loop around his throat... I wasn't choking, but just showing him the tinge of it...
He tried to take control of my hips, but I didn't let him do so...
With a fierce push, I got him onto his back, straddling his hips in an instant, all while keeping the loop around his neck.
"Veronica... you have become a vixen..." he gasped, looking all lost.
I smiled internally! This was working...
I ground against him... slowly at first, savoring the power reversal that happened between us.
His hands came up to my thighs, fingers digging in, but I slapped them away with the whip's tail, the leather stinging his skin.
"No touching," I commanded, repeating what he'd said earlier, my eyes were locked on his all the time.
My vigor built from deep within, god... I never knew I'd have this wild energy in me before. Usually, I'd played safe, doing everything a man would want, instead of doing something for myself.
I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his chest as I positioned myself.
I took him inch by inch, the fullness made me groan...
I tightened the hold of my whip that was over his neck... making him gasp and moan for me, which all made me smile as I went on. He was hot, even after losing his dominance.
I forced his head back, exposing his neck to my gaze. "How do you feel now?" I growled, grinding in circles.
He couldn't even hear me now, was lost in the heat that his eyes were half closed, taking me all in, savoring me.
I felt too powerful now... as I paced faster.
"You thought you could play silly mind games with me?" I taunted him now, while rocking over him.
His neck was flushing red, not enough to hurt him, but to turn his skin color alone...
His moans came out desperate, and hips were jerking uncontrollably. "Veronica—fk," he rasped, gasping, his eyes locked on mine with a mix of shock and surrender.
I rocked harder, and unleashed my full vigor which I didn't know I had in me...
He collapsed totally now, his muscles were straining... as he seemed to reach his peak.
I released the whip only after he was completely lost under me.
But even then, I was doubtful if he surrendered on purpose. He let himself get defeated so easily...
Still, I myself was so spellbound by the intensity we had that I leaned down and captured his mouth in a kiss, making my final claim on him.
"Too much for being a Dom..." I whispered against his lips.
"You think you won?" He only chuckled in response. He sounded rough and breathless. "The victory... is still... mine. I triggered... you to do this... or else... you wouldn't have done this." His words were still slurred from the pleasure he'd received from me, and his chest rising and falling heavily beneath my hand.
"That's what the losers say, you know... to feel better about themselves," I countered him, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.
I slumped next to him on the bed, feeling blissful from head to toe.
Every nerve ending still felt electric from the sensation, and my body was loose and warm... and utterly content.
The torn black dress lay somewhere on the floor... forgotten.
Max's arm came around me, pulling me close, and I nestled against his side as sleep began to pull me under.
It was one of the best nights!
But in the morning, as I blinked my eyes open, everything felt different.
Max was still sleeping next to me, his face calm in a way I rarely saw when he was awake.
His dark hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and he looked younger. Less guarded even.
Then it dawned on me.
He was right.
Max had pushed me to do this, and I'd been desperate to get his validation the whole time.
Every command he'd given, every instruction, I'd followed them eagerly, hungrily, wanting to please him. I desperately wanted to prove I could be what he needed... what he wanted.
I felt like someone splashed cold water over my head.
I sat up slowly, careful not to wake him, and hugged my knees to my chest. My mind raced backward, connecting dots I'd never wanted to see before.
I recalled my past experiences with Chase. How I'd been as good as a corpse in bed... not even speaking or asking for anything else. I'd just taken whatever he'd given me, and most of the time it was never enough. Never satisfying. Never what I actually wanted or needed.
But I hadn't bothered to correct him...
Hadn't told him what I liked... what worked for me... what left me wanting more.
I'd let him have his way with me, focusing only on his happiness... his pleasure... and his satisfaction.
I'd been passive all the time... like a vessel for his pleasure with no voice of my own.