Page 28 of Wicked Throne

Thierry's face tightened and he flicked my clit even harder as if punishing me for my words.

"For weeks, Tesoro....for weeks I couldn't get it out of my head," he whispered. "The way your mouth parted and how you moaned as you took your pleasure."

Instantly, I was snatched and pressed face-first into the tile of the shower wall. His body in turn pressed into mine. "But each time I became more and more pissed, Tesoro. And do you know why?"

Before I could answer, Thierry had slipped himself into my aching and waiting core. His harsh breaths became loud within my ears.

His hands gripped my waist and I winced as his fingers bit into my tender flesh.

Thierry's thrusts were powerful and hard.

Unforgiving.

"Do you know why, Tesoro?"

His strokes eased up before he slammed into me again. Still, I didn't answer him and I think it angered him some. His hands slid down the length of my arms, and pinned them above my head, forcing me to stick my ass out.

"I don't..... ugh" I cry escaped my lips. "I don't know why!"

"Simple. Because it should have been my mouth giving you pleasure, Diamond. From now until eternity, I will be the only one giving you pleasure. Do you feel this?"

Thierry reached around me, dragging his hands down my stomach, to my pussy that was going to need a wax sooner rather than later, and once again found my clit. I hissed as pain filtered through my body, causing my walls to clench around his cock.

"Y-yes," I bit out.

"You will only feel pleasure when I say so. You will only come when I say so. Now ask permission, Diamond. Ask me can you come."

He had stopped pinching my clit and started manipulating it, all while continuing to stroke me. My breaths were coming out of me labored as my face continued to be pushed into the tiled wall. Thoughts of my hair had completely gone out the window; it was going to be a full blown fro after this.

"No...I won't ask you can I come," I stated.

He was shocked.

I could feel it in the way his body stiffened and just as quickly as he had entered me, he exited. Immediately, I felt empty as my walls attempted to clench at something that wasn't there. Thinking he was through with the assault on my body, I turned and found him staring.

"Think long and hard about disobeying me, Tesoro," he stated.

"You want to conquer me, Thierry but I'm not one of your whores. I'm your equal...admit it. You've known it since the first time you met me. We couldn't explain it...the hatred was clouding it at first but I'm your match..."

We starred at each other for several minutes after my omission.

Hard.

Finally, he came forward and his mouth devoured mines. It was like electricity exploding through the both of us as our mouths crashed against each other. Our tongues battled like we were on a battlefield, as though they were swords trying to do damage against each other. Then, just when we thought it was enough, he lifted me up.

I watched as muscles corded throughout his neck as he slid my body up the length of him with ease and I wrapped my legs around him.

We continued to kiss even when we were on the bed, naked and wet.

"Tesoro...you will beg," he stated again.

He flipped me over and onto my knees. Once I had my bearings, I had to look back at him. Our bodies were still slick with water. He grabbed onto my ass and pushed me forward, burying his face in my snatch.

His tongue began to wreak havoc on my pussy. Sounds of slurping had started to fill my ears. My body began to betray me as I moaned and relaxed into his tongue; his hands warm and rough gripped where they could. This position felt so foreign, usually, I would have been on top of a man riding his face.

Before I could get used to the feeling on his tongue working me over more, he replaced it with his waiting cock. He slipped in like I was a familiar glove. I should have been asking all the right questions but the idea of a condom hadn't even crossed my mind.

Too late bitch, I thought.