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CHAPTER 8

E irik

Her legs are parted wide on each side of my head as my little thief looks down at me, her dark eyes wide with fear and glazed with lust. Her scent fills my nostrils, the maddening pull of it fogging my brain with need.

I need to stop this madness.

I tear my gaze from her lovely face only to stare at her exposed pussy. She’s so pink, so swollen and ready for possession.

I’m too far gone. I should just leave now.

And yet, there’s an insidious part of me that whispers in my ears that she wants to be possessed, wants to be dominated and taken. That she wants to be made to feel how pleasurable submission can be. Made to bow down to the rut.

She won’t admit it to me, not with that stubbornness of hers.

I never had a human female before, but now I understand their appeal.

She tastes as heavenly as she smells, her cream filling the air inside the vast bedroom with the maddening, potent mixture of her pheromones. My cock strains, my entire body wanting to fuck her with the savagery of my kind.

Fuck. I’m powerless to stop the impulse that comes up to me in waves, shattering my strenuous hold on control one hit at a time.

She will learn to obey me. But first I’m going to quench my thirst inside her sweet, glistening pussy. I want to lick that cream, coat my tongue with it as she screams.

But not before she begs and gives me what I want. The thought slithers inside my mind, oddly seductive. Yes. I will make her squirm and beg, make her desperate for a release until she gives me what I want. Then and only then, I will let her come.

Then I will fuck her with my tongue and fill my mouth with her sweet cream before burying my cock inside her.

I know it’s wrong. I really do. I try to resist, but the pull of her scent and the glistening of her pussy push me over the edge.

She stares, her round, perfect features slack with anticipation as I lower my face between her parted thighs. She’s so aroused, she doesn’t even try to stop me. I know it won’t take much to send her over the edge of ecstasy. And I know how desperate she is for it by the scent that comes from her wet folds and the way her heart beats fast and furiously.

She will know the agony of being brought so close to release it hurts.

And the torture is going to be mine to enjoy.

I lick my lips as I lower my mouth just above her quivering pussy. Then I lick her, pressing firmly with my tongue, from her slick opening all the way to her tiny bud, circling it slowly before lowering my tongue again. A savage grin spread on my lips as the female throws her head back, pressing the top of her scalp to the mattress between her shackled wrists. She has no idea what my punishment entails.

Or how long I plan to inflict it.

I lick her again, slowly bringing my tongue from her opening up to her tiny bundle of nerves and sucking on it with a loud, greedy noise. She whimpers and cries in pleasure, her hips bucking up as I lick and suck in quick succession. I can feel the nub growing, her pussy lips becoming swollen in anticipation of the climax to come.

And just as she tenses, the muscles in her legs tight like a bow, I pull back.

I sit on my knees, looking down at her as she blinks, confusion on her lovely features quickly followed by frustration. It doesn’t take long for her to look up at me, her chin tilted down between her shackled arms.

Her skin is covered with a fine layer of sweat, smelling sweet and strong with her female pheromones. As she stares at me, she licks her lower lip, the pink tip of her tongue just poking out.

My cock twitches to attention at the insidious thought of that tongue gliding along my shaft, those lips closing around the tip of my cock as my seed spills in her mouth.

I ignore the temptation. This is just the beginning of her punishment.

“You stopped.” This is no question, just a statement of fact as the female looks up at me. “Why?”

I allow the smile to lift my lips, exposing my fangs. Her gaze moves on my body, then stops at my crotch, where my pants are pulled tight by a powerful erection.

“Are you going to fuck me?” There’s a trepidation in her voice that threatens to send me over the edge, but I fight to keep control of my impulses.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask her, bending over her body. Her legs on each side of me quiver as I lower myself just above her breasts. Her nipples are darker than her milky skin, pink and tight. Begging for me to suck on them.

I glance up to see her watching me, mesmerized, as I close my lips on her right nipple and flick it with my tongue, then bite down ever so softly. She moans, the sound leaving her lips with all the tantalizing surrender of a female longing for a long, hard fuck.

Oh, little thief, you have no idea what I have in store for you.

I reach with my fingers for her pussy as I turn my attention to her left breast, flicking the nipple, then biting down and sucking gently. As I trail my index finger up and down her slick sex, I bury a single digit just inside the opening, barely breaching her body.

Then I pause. Not moving, not sucking or finger fucking her.

I know she won’t surrender yet. But she needs to understand the game. She needs to understand my punishment.

“Yes!” she cries out, pushing her head back on the mattress between her shackled wrists. “Yes, I want you to fuck me!”

As she says the words, I push inside her, my finger finding her impossibly hot, tight, and slick. My cock aches and twitches, furious to be denied as I finger fuck her.

She begins to whimper and moan again, her hips moving, her walls clenching around my digit. She wants to come, wants the release of a climax.

Now you understand, little thief. You understand and you belong to me.

I free her breast and lower my mouth again, licking and kissing my way between her breasts and down to her navel, then lower. I don’t stop pumping my finger in and out of her deliciously slick pussy and when I flick her clit with my tongue, she cries out.

She’s so ready to come, her entire body is vibrating with the anticipation.

“Please!” she pants, the word breathless.

I flick her clit again, the contact brief, just enough to make her jerk her hips toward me. Then I pause, keeping my finger unmoving inside her. A second passes, then another. I can feel the frustration, the confusion, coming from her in waves of female lust.

Denied the climax, she’s growing feral.

“Don’t stop.” Her voice has an imperative tone, her frustration coming right up to the surface. “I need to come so hard it hurts.”

I keep my gaze on her face, her features taut with need as I press inside her walls and on the other side of her clit. The sensation makes her lower lip tremble, and she tries to move her hips to increase the contact, but I withdraw my finger completely. Her greedy walls try to suck me in, keep me there to bring her to the height of pleasure, but they’re powerless to stop me.

“Tell me what you want, then, little thief.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, hard.” Her voice is loud, her desire so obvious, it’s music to my ears. “Just fuck me already.”

I chuckle, the sound cruel in the empty room.

“Are you laughing at me?” The hurt in her voice is vivid and her lovely features contort into a mixture of shame and anger.

Exactly what I want.

“Oh, little thief, I’m not laughing,” I tell her as I lower myself above her.

She lies there, shackled and naked, her needy pussy screaming for release as I trap her underneath my body. My cock aches and my balls are tight, my need to bury myself into her and fill her with my seed almost overwhelming.

Just the thought makes my shaft pulse and pre-cum drip from the tip.

I want her. I want her so much my balls ache with a low, pulsating pain and my cock feels like it’s on fire.

But I’m not done with her yet.

“I will fuck you and make you scream my name, over and over.” I lower my head until my lips brush hers. Her scent fills the space between us, musky and female. Clouding my sanity with the fog of male possession. “I will fuck you so well, you won’t be able to remember your own name.”

She wiggles under me, pressing her breasts against my naked chest. Her hips lift until her pussy meets the bulge in my pants, but I push her down on the mattress, cutting off the contact.

“But not until you give me what I ask.” I watch as the slow realization makes its way onto her beautiful, perfect face. “Now tell me who hired you.”

“You can’t be serious.” Her breath becomes short and anger shines in her eyes, bright as the arousal that makes her my slave.

“Oh, I’m deadly serious.” My tongue slides out as I trail it down her lower lip. It’s plush and soft, yielding in a maddening way. “And until you give me all the answers I need, I will bring you to the edge of pleasure over and over again. Then, only then, will you learn your lesson.”

I can see the battle raging on behind her eyes, her refusal and her yearning plain on her face.

“And what is that?” The defiance is back in her stare.

“The lesson is simple.” I nip her supple lip between my teeth, then let it go. “You belong to me. Body and mind. Surrender to me and I will give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”

“And if I refuse? If I never surrender?”

I chuckle again, savoring every ounce of her fiery, defiant spirit.

“Then I will spend the rest of my days licking your sweet pussy until you scream and beg. Believe me, I can never get tired of it.”

Fear shines on her face, as bright and strong as her desire to deny me. But she doesn’t. Instead, she clenches her teeth and stares at the ceiling above me.

“Go fuck yourself,” she grits, but doesn’t look at me.

“Very well.”

I pull away, admiring her resolve, her strength.

“We will see about that, little thief,” I tell her as I straighten, then climb down the bed. She stays still, refusing to look at me, staring at the ceiling as I move around the room. I come back to her, holding two lengths of rope. Before she can react, I tie each of her ankles to opposite posts of my bed, leaving her legs wide open. She’s so exhausted, she barely fights my hold, anyway.

“This is so you don’t get any ideas about pleasuring yourself while I’m gone,” I tell her. “And if you think screaming will get you help, you better forget it.”

I move to the control panel on the stone walls and activate the magnetic field. A purple glimmer scatters across the walls and over the open windows, sealing the entire house from the outside noise. And keeping the house completely soundproof.

“I’m not the begging type, Huugwor.” She shakes her head, her stubborn gaze turning to me. There’s heat in that gaze, a fire I intend to tame.

To tame over and over.

“We’ll see about that.”

Then I leave and as my back turns to her, she throws a flurry of curses my way that would make the most hardened warrior blush.

Oh, I will be back soon, little thief. The game has just begun.