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Imogen’s pov

My hands trembled as they went to the straps of the lingerie, pulling  them down inch by inch.

His eyes tracked every movement like a predator— making me feel naked long before the lace actually hit the floor.

“Slower,” he warned, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about your hunger, princess. It’s about control and satisfying my hunger.”

God! The way he said it, like I already belonged to him made my knees threaten to give way.

The lingerie finally slipped down my thighs, gathering at my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, never breaking eye contact.

“Good girl,” he murmured, taking a sip of his whiskey, casual and devastating.

The praise sent shivers racing through me, making my already heated body way too hot and if I was in between my thighs right now, I’d probably drown.

He rose, his shadow swallowing me whole, and went back to the cabinet. When he returned, he was holding black leather cuffs lined with velvet, as he dangled them in front of me like a promise.

“Wrists,” he ordered.

My breath caught, but I lifted them.

The sound of the leather tightening around my skin made my stomach flip. The restraints weren’t painful rather  they were soft, but the weight of them was enough to make me tremble.

I wasn’t in control anymore.

He was.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. “Lesson two — you always have a choice. Say the word ‘Red’ if you want me to stop. Say ‘Yellow’ if it’s too much and you want me to slow down. Until you say one of those, princess… your body is mine.” His eyes were still fixed on my body as he used his left hand to rub his lips.

His words sent a flood of heat through me, my clit throbbing.

“Say it back to me,” he commanded.

“Red means stop and yellow means slow down.”

“Good girl,” he praised again, kissing the side of my throat before pulling away.

I whimpered without meaning to, already desperate for more of his touch.

He smirked. “Lesson three — patience. You’ll take what I give you and nothing more.”

His hand slid down my thigh, fingers teasing the whole of my body. My hips arched, silently begging, but he pulled away.

Instead, he grabbed a silk blindfold from the table.

My breath caught for a second.

“Eyes,” he ordered.

I hesitated just for a second then obeyed. Darkness swallowed me, and with it, every ounce of control I had left.

The first touch of his mouth against my nipple made me gasp. His tongue circled slowly, deliberately, while his hand slid between my thighs, not giving me what I wanted, but brushing close enough to make me ache.

“See what happens when you give up control?” His voice vibrated against my tit, and was very sinful. “Every nerve wakes up and every touch feels like fire.”

He continued sucking my tit, using one hand to hold it firm in place as he worked my nipple— sucking and biting.

“Blond…” I moaned as my body arched back.

He chuckled darkly. “Lesson four — no begging. You’ll take what I give you, princess.”

His fingers brushed over my clit, just once, enough to make me cry out then he pulled back.

I thrashed against the cuffs, frustrated, desperate.

And he loved it.

I could hear it in his laugh and in the way his voice went dark and hungry.

“You’re learning,” he murmured, kissing me hard, swallowing my whimper. “When I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly who owns this body.”

And as his mouth traveled lower, pressing hot kisses down my stomach, I knew one thing for certain.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I wanted everything.

The blindfold was the worst part— not because I hated it, but because I loved it.

Every sound, every shift of his body, every drag of breath felt louder, sharper. My nerves were raw, and waiting for the next move, but I couldn’t see when it was coming.

And he knew it.

He circled me like a predator circling prey, his presence heavy in the air, his scent of smoke and whiskey wrapped around me.

“Listen to yourself,” he whispered near my ear, his voice a blade. “Your breathing is getting fast and desperate. You’re already addicted, and I haven’t even begun.”

His hand slid up my inner thigh, so close my pussy clenched, begging for friction then he pulled back again.

I gasped in frustration.

He laughed, low and dark but longer than the usual. “Lesson five, princess. Control is not yours anymore. Every orgasm, every touch, every scream— you earn it, and  you haven’t earned a thing yet.”

I whimpered, pulling at the cuffs. “Silas—”

I felt a hard smack on my ass that stung but it felt good.

“Wrong.” His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face toward his voice. “Say it properly.”

My lips trembled. “…Please, Sir.”

The sharp sound of his breath told me I’d pleased him. His thumb brushed my lower lip, a sign of a  soft reward.

“Good girl.”

Heat shot through me at the words. Fuck, how did two words undo me like this?

Then his mouth replaced his thumb, kissing me slow at first, then rough, biting my bottom lip until I moaned. His tongue claimed me, tasting and controlling even the kiss.

When he broke away, I was panting.

He went back to working my boobs but this time with more hunger and this drove me wilder than I had ever been.

“Perfect tits,” he muttered against my skin, hands gripping my waist as his tongue worked me. “Made to be worshipped and made to be marked.”

I moaned, hips rocking uncontrollably.

Too much.

Not enough.

A soft moan came out from me, then he moved away just as he knew I was enjoying this way too much.

“No—”

A sharp smack landed on my thigh, making me yelp.

I bit my lip, trembling, shame and arousal growing inside me until I couldn’t tell one from the other.

He bent down in my front and I could feel his breath close to my thighs as he got closer and closer to my pussy. Then his mouth was pressed against my already dripping pussy.

The pressure made me moan, my thighs trembling, but he only licked me onceas he was teasing and  torturing.

“You’re dripping, princess,” he murmured, his fingers parting my pussy folds.  “And you’re going to give me every drop, but not yet.”

His tongue slid over my clit, hot and slow making my whole body tense up.

“Fuck, Blond—”

His mouth stopped.

I froze, realizing my mistake.

“…Sir.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s better.”

And then he rewarded me.

His tongue moved faster, circling, and  pressing. His fingers slid inside me, two thick and long fingers filling me, curling just right at my g-spot.

He found my spot in no time and that drove me to the edge as I screamed, my cuffs pulling hard against my wrists, body arching where I stood.

He paid no mind as he raised one of my leg over his shoulder— so he could get a better taste.

Fuck!

This was definitely heaven.

The pacing of his tongue and hand was what undid me early as they drove me way too close to my climax.

“Sir, please—I’m going to—”

The moment the words left my mouth, his mouth disappeared and his fingers slid out.

“No!” I cried, thrashing. My pussy pulsed violently, aching, and  denied.

Tears of frustration pricked in my blindfold. My whole body burned, trembling with desperation.

“You’re cruel,” I whispered.

“No, princess.” His voice was soft now, but dangerous. “I’m training you.”

He untied the blindfold, and when my vision cleared, I found his face inches from mine. His blue eyes burned into me, fierce and unyielding.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

My lips quivered, but the answer came without thought. “Yes.”

His expression shifted, softer, but no less intense. He kissed me hard, devouring. “Taste yourself.”

I was intoxicating and when he thought I had— had enough he then pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Then give me everything.”

He stood, towering over me, pulling his joggers down. His cock sprang free— thick, heavy, perfect. My breath hitched, my pussy clenching at the sight.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, going down on him almost immediately.

"You have a very pretty cock," I said as a compliment.

"Now you're being naughty," he shot back.

I leaned forward and put the tip of his cock in my mouth. With my lips around it, I used my tongue to expertly swirl around the tip of his hard cock, which was a feeling I had never had before.

We looked into each other's eyes. That was when I lowered my head and took most of his cock into my mouth. One thing was for sure— I knew exactly what I was doing.

My head moved rhythmically. My hands moved with my sucking, and my tongue was in sync. I sucked his cock with so much excitement and energy that he had to use his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ears.

“Look at me while you suck my cock,” he commanded, letting out a low groan.

I kept looking up at him, not breaking eye contact. I held his cock down my throat for a few seconds and gave him a tempting little wink before letting his cock slide smoothly back out.

Once it was out, I gave the tip a tender little kiss before going back to work. I took a few inches into my mouth and started sucking and licking his cock up and down while massaging his testicles with one of my hands.

"Damn..." he sighed happily. "Where did you learn how to do this?" He moaned this as he leaned against the bed and enjoyed the feeling of his cock going in and out of my mouth.

"Just a little trick I picked up," I whispered to him between strokes as I continued to lick and suck his entire cock up and down. His breathing got heavier as he looked down at me kneeling in front of him.

After a few minutes of this, he started to feel himself getting close. His balls started to tighten, and I felt throbbing from his hard cock.

"Shit, Princess, I'm going to cum," he groaned as he felt my hands and mouth still working.

"Mmmm," I moaned as I continued to pleasure him. "What do you want me to do?" I asked softly as I looked up at him, and we made eye contact.

“I want to see my cum on your face,” he said and that was all I needed to know.

I opened my mouth wide and let my tongue keep playing with his tip as I now used both hands to rub his cum up and down.

Finally, he couldn’t hold it any longer and he quickly but gently pushed my head away and he sprayed his jizz all over me— some landing on my face and some on my body while a little landed on my tongue.

I continued to look up at him, meeting his gaze, while I took his cock into my mouth again.

“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”

The words undid me more than the orgasm had because they weren’t just dominant rather they were tender and the one man I had ever been with  had never made me feel like both.