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CHAPTER 16

VICKI

I pace the grand living room, my bare feet padding across the cool marble floor. The ticking of the ornate grandfather clock echoes through the mansion, each second stretching longer than the last. Days. It’s been days since Rokkon left for his overseas trip, and the emptiness of the mansion feels like a gaping hole in my chest. I know it’s ridiculous—he’s texted me constantly, called me every night—but it’s not the same. I miss his scent, his touch, the way his voice rumbles deep in his chest when he growls my name.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table, and I nearly trip over myself lunging for it. Rokkon. I answer before the second ring.

“Where are you?” I demand, my voice sharper than I intend. “You were supposed to be back hours ago. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve checked the driveway?”

His laughter rolls through the phone, rich and warm, and I can practically see the way his purple eyes crinkle at the corners. “Someone’s forgotten her place, I see.”

I huff, crossing my arms even though he can’t see me. “Don’t ‘someone’ me. You promised. ”

“Plane just touched down,” he says, his tone smooth and infuriatingly calm. “I’ll be in the limo soon. And then I’ll be home. With you.”

The way he says home makes me giddy. But I’m not letting him off that easy. “You’d better be. I’ve missed you. A lot. Especially… you know. My pussy misses you.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then his voice drops, deep and dark. “Oh, little one. You’re going to pay for that.”

A shiver races down my spine, and I bite my lip to keep from grinning too wide. “I hope so. It’s been days since my last punishment. I’m starting to think you’re going soft on me.”

His growl sends heat pooling low in my belly. “Take off your clothes. Now.”

I don’t hesitate, tugging my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. “Done.”

“Good. Now, open the drawer in the nightstand. You’ll find the twin remote vibrators. Insert one in your ass, one in your pussy.”

I hurry to the bedroom, my heart pounding as I yank open the drawer. The sleek, silicone eggs gleam under the light, and my breath comes quicker just looking at them. I set the phone on speaker and place it on the bed before positioning myself over the edge. “Can I… can I cum while I’m doing this?”

“No.”

I groan, my fingers trembling as I guide the first egg to my entrance. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re mine,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Now, do as you’re told.”

The stretch as I press the egg inside makes me gasp, my knees going weak. I switch to the other, my body already throbbing with need. When both are nestled deep inside me, I sink to the floor, my legs splayed, my breathing ragged.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Remember, I control these. And they’ll tell me if you cum without permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

The sudden buzz of the vibrators makes me cry out, my hips jerking involuntarily. The dual sensations—one in my ass, one in my pussy—are overwhelming, and I claw at the carpet to keep from thrashing.

“Rokkon—oh God —please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice a commanding growl. “Not until I say.”

I whimper, my entire body trembling as pleasure spirals tighter and tighter. The vibrators hum relentlessly, driving me closer to the edge, but I cling to his words, desperate not to disobey. My thighs quiver, my toes curl, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the unbearable need building inside me.

“Good girl,” he says again, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Hold on, little one. I’m almost home.”

The sound of the front door creaking open makes my heart leap into my throat. I’m on my knees in the living room, trembling, the twin vibrators still humming inside me, my body slick with sweat and desperation. When I hear his footsteps, steady and deliberate, I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.

“Crawl,” Rokkon commands, his voice a deep growl that reverberates through the room. “Show me how much you missed me.”

I don’t hesitate, my palms sliding across the cool marble floor as I move toward him. My body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of me hyper-aware of the vibrations deep inside, but I keep going. I reach him just as he steps into the room, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. My hands find his polished shoes, and I press my forehead to the floor in silent submission.

“Look at me,” he says, his tone softer now, almost tender.

I tilt my head up, my breath catching at the sight of him. His red scales glint in the light, his purple eyes burning with a mix of heat and something deeper—something that makes my chest ache. He reaches down, his claws brushing through my hair, and I lean into his touch like a starved thing.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Now, take what’s yours.”

My hands are shaking as I undo his fly, the fabric falling away to reveal his cock, thick and already hard. The sight of it makes my mouth water, and I take him slowly, savoring the taste of him, the way he hisses through his teeth as my tongue swirls around the heart-shaped crown. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me, and I lose myself in the rhythm, the vibrations inside me growing more intense with every stroke of his hand.

When he finally comes, I swallow every drop, his praises washing over me like a balm. “Good girl,” he growls. “Such a good girl.”

But then I feel it—the pressure inside me building, twisting, and I can’t stop it. My back arches, a scream tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me, violent and consuming. The eggs pop out, landing on the floor with a soft thud, and I collapse in a shivering heap.

Rokkon laughs, the sound warm and amused. “Maybe not such a good girl after all.”

Before I can catch my breath, he’s scooping me up, carrying me down the hall to the pleasure room. He replaces the eggs with a firm hand, my body still twitching from the aftershocks, and then he’s tying me up, the silk rope between my legs holding everything in place.

When he straps me to the top of the cage and slides the ball gag into my mouth, I can’t help the muffled laugh that escapes me. The vibrating clamps on my nipples send a jolt through me, and I groan behind the gag, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“We’re going to play a game,” Rokkon says, his voice low and teasing. “You’re not allowed to cum until I allow it. I’m going to play with the settings on your vibrators. If it gets to be too much, ask for mercy, and I’ll turn them down to the minimum setting—but you’ll get the candle wax instead.”

His fingers trail down my thigh, and I shiver, anticipation and dread warring in my chest. The first flick of the vibrators makes me jerk against the restraints, my muffled moans echoing through the room.

“Ready?” he asks, his grin feral.

I nod, my heart pounding. Ready or not, here we go.

The vibrations inside me are relentless, a deep, shuddering hum that shakes me to my core. My hips jerk against the restraints, my body taut like a bowstring. It’s too much, too fast, and I’m teetering on the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps behind the ball gag. My fingers claw at the air, my toes curling as the pressure builds, threatening to shatter me.

I can’t stop it. I’m going to cum . My muffled scream escapes as I frantically shake my head, my eyes locking with Rokkon’s. He’s watching me like a predator, his purple gaze sharp and unyielding, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Mercy?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. “Is that what you’re asking for, little one?”

I nod desperately, my body trembling as I fight the inevitable. He reaches for the remote and turns the vibrators off. Instantly, the room feels too quiet, too still, save for the pounding of my heart. But before I can catch my breath, I hear the scrape of a match, the hiss of a flame. My eyes widen as Rokkon lights the candle, the wax already beginning to pool.

The first drop hits my collarbone, and I jerk against the ropes, a strangled gasp escaping me. It’s hot, almost too hot, but then… it’s not. It’s like fire and ice all at once, a searing heat that settles into a warm, lingering ache. My skin tingles where the wax hardens, and I can’t help the moan that slips past the gag.

Rokkon’s smirk deepens as he drips another drop, this time on the curve of my breast. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice dripping with amusement. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re just as turned on by this as you were by the vibrators.”

I can’t deny it. My body is still trembling, my core clenching with need. I nod again, my gaze pleading. More. More.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends shivers down my spine. “You’re insatiable,” he says, but he doesn’t stop. The wax falls in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each drop sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. My back arches, my breath hitching as the heat spreads across my skin.

But it’s not enough. The ache between my legs is unbearable, the vibrators’ absence only making it worse. I whimper behind the gag, my hips bucking uselessly against nothing. Rokkon’s eyes darken as he watches me struggle, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and hunger.

“You want them back, don’t you?” he asks, his tone silky smooth.

I nod frantically, my pleading muffled by the gag. He steps closer, his claws brushing against my cheek as he tilts my chin up. “You have to ask nicely.”

The sound I make is half-groan, half-whimper, but it’s enough. He chuckles and turns the vibrators back on, the sudden intensity making me cry out. I’m on the edge again almost instantly, my body writhing as the vibrations coil tighter and tighter.

“Don’t cum,” he warns, his voice a growl that sends a thrill through me. “Not until I say.”

I fight it, I really do, but it’s impossible. My body is wound too tight, the pleasure too intense. Just as I feel the first wave cresting, he turns the vibrators off again, leaving me gasping and trembling on the edge. My muffled scream of frustration makes him laugh, and he reaches for the candle once more.

The cycle repeats, over and over, until I’ve lost count. The wax hardens in intricate patterns across my skin, a mosaic of heat and pleasure. Each time the vibrators come back on, the intensity is higher, the edge closer, until I’m a trembling, whimpering mess, my body slick with sweat and desperation.

Finally, Rokkon steps back, his gaze raking over me. “Cum,” he commands, his voice a low, guttural growl.

I don’t need to be told twice. The vibrators roar to life, and I shatter, my scream muffled by the gag as my body convulses. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me gasping and trembling in its wake. My hips jerk uncontrollably, the ropes the only thing keeping me upright as I squirt around the crotch rope, the vibrators still humming relentlessly.

Rokkon’s claws are gentle as he unties the rope, his touch almost soothing. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve earned my cock.”

Oh no, I think, my body still twitching with aftershocks. This is going to be so much worse—or better. I can’t tell anymore. All I know is I’m not ready, but I’m also not stopping him. Not now. Not ever.

The swollen head of Rokkon’s cock brushes against my clit, and I jerk against the restraints, my muffled whimper echoing through the room. It’s maddening, the way he teases me—just enough pressure to make me ache, but not enough to give me release. My hips buck instinctively, but the straps hold me tight, leaving me helpless to do anything but writhe and take it.

Rokkon’s claws grip my thighs, spreading me open as he leans in to inspect me with that predatory gaze of his. “Beautiful,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “Absolutely perfect. Every inch of you is mine, Victoria.”

I groan around the ball gag, my body trembling as he trails a claw down the length of my slit. The sensation is electric, and I squirm, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for more. He chuckles, the sound dark and amused, and then I feel him reposition himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Relax, little one,” he murmurs, his claws kneading my hips. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

I steady myself as he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch. The ridge running down the top of his shaft brushes against my clit with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My back arches, my hands clenching into fists as I’m filled so completely, so perfectly. It’s overwhelming, the way he stretches me, the way he owns me, and I can feel the jalshagar bond flaring between us, his soul mingling with mine.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice trembling with restraint. “Our souls, binding together. You’re mine, Victoria. Now and always.”

I nod frantically, my muffled moans filling the room as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. His clawed hands roam over my wax-covered breasts, kneading and teasing, and I’m lost in the sensation of it all—his touch, his cock, the way he makes my body sing. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desired, and it’s intoxicating.

But it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to take me over the edge.

I whimper around the gag, my eyes pleading as I meet his gaze. He chuckles, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he purrs, his claws digging into my hips. “You’re going to have to beg for it.”

I groan, my body trembling as I try to form the words around the gag. “P-please,” I manage, the sound muffled but desperate. “Please, Sir.”

He smirks, his pace quickening, and the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me. “Whose pussy is this?” he demands, his voice a low growl.

“Yours,” I mumble around the gag, my voice trembling with need.

“Good girl,” he growls, his thrusts becoming relentless. “Don’t forget it. You’re mine, Victoria. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to claim.”

My breath hitches as I feel the first wave cresting, my body clenching around him. “Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, let me cum.”

He groans, his claws tightening on my hips as he slams into me, his cock throbbing inside me. “Cum for me, little one,” he growls, with need. “Now.”

The command sends me over the edge, my body convulsing as pleasure explodes through me. I clamp down on him, my world narrowing to nothing but the feeling of his cock inside me, the way he fills me so completely. He groans, his claws digging into my skin as he follows me over, his seed pumping into me in hot, pulsing waves.

For a moment, everything is still, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing. Then he leans down, his claws brushing my cheek as he releases the gag from my mouth. “Mine,” he murmurs, his voice tender. “Always.”

I nod, my body still trembling with aftershocks. “Always,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. And I mean it. Every word.