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Vice's eyes closed tight, his head thrown back in a silent plea for more.

She took advantage, moving her mouth faster, her cheeks hollowing with the effort as she swallowed him deeper.

His hips jerked, trying to push into her, but she held firm, setting the pace.

The power dynamic had shifted, and she reveled in it, feeling the tables turn.

The taste of him was addictive, a mix of salt and sweetness that only added to the heady rush of power she felt.

He was close, she could feel it in the tension of his muscles, the way his abs tightened beneath her palms. But she didn't let up.

She wanted him to beg, wanted to hear the desperation in his voice that she had felt moments ago.

Her teeth scraped gently against him, a promise of pain if he didn't comply. Removing her mouth from him.

"Beg," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that made him quiver.

Vice's eyes snapped open, and he stared at her, his pupils dilated with need. In one swift move, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach, his body pressing down on hers. "You want me to beg?" he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. "Not this time, Ivy."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat of his body against her back, his erection nudging against her ass.

She gasped as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing her wetness.

"You want this cock deep in that tight wet cunt?

" he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "Then you’re going to beg for it."

With a growl of frustration, she bit back the words that she knew he craved.

Instead, she pushed her hips back, silently daring him to take her.

He chuckled, the sound dark and predatory.

"No, Ivy," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"you're going to beg for it. I want to hear that pretty mouth beg me to fuck you. "

He flips her over, he reached up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Beg," he whispered, the command a dark promise.

She could feel the heat of his erection pressing into her, the power of his body above hers. "No," she said, as she smirked at him, her words were a soft but firm declaration.

Vice's smirk grew, the shadows playing across his face as the candles flickered.

He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "You’re such a brat," before his mouth found one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

She gasped, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure.

His other hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit, and began to toy with it in a slow, maddening rhythm that had her hips moving involuntarily.

"Beg," he murmured against her nipple, his voice a seductive purr that sent waves of desire crashing through her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his teeth come up and graze her neck, his hand still working her clit with a skill that had her on the edge of a precipice she didn't want to fall from—not yet. "No," she said, her voice a mere whisper of defiance.

Vice's eyes darkened, his hand moving away from her sensitive flesh, leaving her body craving his touch. "Why not?" he taunted, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down her spine. "You want this, I can feel it."

She bucked her hips, trying to push him away, but he only chuckled, his grip on her chin tightening slightly.

He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, and replaced his hand with the head of his cock, rubbing her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm.

The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and torment that had her body begging for more even as her mind rebelled against his control.

"Beg," he said once more, his voice a dark whisper in the quiet of the room. She couldn't fight it anymore—his power over her body was too strong. With a whimper, she whispered, "Please, Vice. I need you inside me."

Her words hung in the air, a stark admission of her desire, and he took a moment to savor them before he gave in to his own need.

He slid into her, the sensation of her tightness around him almost too much to handle.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt the warmth of her embrace.

Her nails dug into his back as she arched into him, urging him deeper.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion and power, each stroke a silent battle for control.

He watched her face, the way her eyes tightened in ecstasy, the way her mouth formed a silent scream as he filled her completely.

Her walls clenched around him, and he knew she was close again.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in her ear.

"I want to hear you beg, before I watch you come apart for me, Ivy. "

He reached up, his thumb finding her clit, and began to circle it in time with his thrusts. She whimpered, her nails digging deeper into his back. "Please," she gasped, the word torn from her throat. "Please Vice, make me cum, please."

Vice leaned in, his breath hot in her ear. "Tell me, Ivy. Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes searched his, a silent plea for mercy, but she knew better than to resist the pull of his dominance. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "You, I belong to you, Vice."

The words hung between them, a declaration of surrender that seemed to resonate in the very air. Vice's eyes narrowed, a mix of triumph and something else— something she couldn't quite place. "All of you," he echoed, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Then scream my name when you cum.

" With that, he increased his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that made the bed frame creak.

Her body responded, her walls tightening around him, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm that matched his own.

Ivy felt the coil of pleasure building within her, threatening to shatter her.

She clutched at the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the effort of holding on.

"Vice," she screamed, the name a prayer on her lips.

He took it as an invitation, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck as he claimed her in the most primal way possible.

The pain was exquisite, a dark crescendo that matched the frenzied rhythm of his hips. "Say it again," he rasped, his voice a demand that echoed through the room.

“You, all of me belongs to you," she moaned, the words a sweet agony that sent him spiraling closer to his own release. His grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust harder, deeper.

The room was a symphony of their ragged breaths and the wet slap of their bodies coming together, a cacophony of passion that seemed to echo through the very walls of the castle.

Ivy felt the pressure building, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

She knew she was close, so close she could taste it.

"Vice," she whispered, his name a benediction.

He growled, his movements growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. “Tell me again Ivy, who do you belong to?” he demanded. “You, Vice,” She screamed.

Vice's eyes blazed with triumph as he felt her body tense, her walls clamping down on him. "Again," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet room. "Say it again."

"I belong to you," Ivy panted, the words torn from her in a desperate cry.

With a final, powerful thrust, Vice buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock swelling as he reached his peak.

He let out a roar that seemed to shake the foundations of the castle, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

She felt him pulse within her, the warmth of his release mingling with her own pleasure, and she couldn't help but clench around him, drawing out every drop.

As the aftershocks of their climaxes faded, the silence that followed was deafening.

Ivy lay there, her body trembling, her breaths coming in short gasps.

She felt his weight on her, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of the stone around them.

She didn't dare move, afraid that any sudden action would shatter the fragile moment of peace that had settled between them.

Vice remained still for a long moment; his forehead pressed to hers.

Then, with a gentle sigh, he rolled off her, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.

She tensed at first, unsure of what to expect, but his embrace was warm and surprisingly tender.

His breathing evened out, and she felt his grip on her loosen as he drifted towards sleep.

She lay there slowly drifting to sleep too.