Page 81 of Come for Me
Somewhere throughout the night, I’ve shifted from resistance and fighting him to embracing the pleasure our bond has brought us. I now fight for—not against—his power over me. I need the release only he can entice within me. Pleasure has blinded me to anything except my king and has inflamed my soul with desire. I craved my own liberation, but most of all,I crave him.
He builds another orgasm in my core. He does as he pleases with my body, claiming it and my mind as his, just as deeply as our mate bond has claimed my soul.
I need Dax.
I collapse on the bed.
“How does it feel to be so close to something you want, just to have it taken away from you?”
“Please, Dax.”
I’m desperate. The contracting of my pussy is becoming too much.
“I’ve waitedseven yearsfor you to come for me. You’ve only waited an hour.”
Our bond courses through my veins, consuming my every thought. Every breath, sigh, and moan is by and for him. I’ve lost count of him bringing me to the cusp of release, taking me to the edge of how much pleasure my body can endure before denying my orgasm. I would sell my soul for one more lingering moment of his touch, a little more friction, more torture, more cruel caressing fingers, and more tongue. He takes what he wants from me and only gives when it pleases him.
“And as much as you need to come, I need you more than that. So much more, Alaina.”
His words, echoing all around me, hypnotize and shock me.
I’ve become a wanton—a pleading, begging, needy mess at his command. My pride long gone, my walls demolished, and theworld outside him nonexistent. Our bond is the gravity tethering me to his bed and holding me captive to his whims.
“Up,” he instructs.
Trembling, I lift myself from the bed back on all fours. When he turns the device back on, it hums and causes my body to tense up. I scream. The burning need is too much.
“Agh,” I cry.
“You wanna come?”
“Yes, my king.”
Like Dax, this device is my undoing. When the plug pumps into my anus, it sends shock waves to my neck and fizzles out with the vibration on my vulva. It’s as if it’s all connected, rocking me to the finish line.
“Beg.”
“What?”
It’s hard to focus with all these delicious sensations.
“Beg me.”
“Please. Please let me come, my king. I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Stop denying our bond, and I’ll stop denying you.” His tone is soft, barely above a whisper.
I wave the white flag and nod.
Dax kisses my mark. My orgasm has been building for so long the climb only takes a second, and like a roller coaster, I’m at the top, looking over the edge at the steep drop.
“Come for me, Alaina.”
With that, I scream all the way down, my arms giving out, and I collapse onto the mattress.
“You did such a good job taking that for me.”
I close my eyes. My legs are spasming. Dax removes the device and sets it on the nightstand. Another noise goes off, but I don’t recognize it.
