Page 9 of Dark Rules

I was almost there when her tongue came out to wet her lips. I stopped all movement. I tensed my body against the urge to let go and held my breath. When her tongue went back in her mouth, when I’d found my control once more, I spoke to her.

“You’re denying us both, Stephanie. Do you understand that?” She nodded her head, and I moved to her, kissed her feet then her calves, before I moved up to her knees. “I could be inside of you right now.”

My lips found the inner sanctum of her thighs and brushed up the sensitive skin, until I found her center. I inhaled her scent, strong now that she was aroused, now that it dripped from her emptiness. “I could have your taste on my tongue all over again.”

I pushed my nose into her silky skin there, felt how wet she was with my nose, and let my lips brush over her. I’d pulled back enough for her to watch as my tongue snaked out to gather up her taste from my lips, before I sat back again. “Instead, all I get is this. And you get nothing.”

I could see that she knew by now it was pointless to speak, and I gave her a smile of approval. “That’s it, pet, take your punishment. The punishment you imposed on us both.”

She hadn’t come at all, not yet, but I’d already spent myself earlier. Though I’d driven myself close to the edge by watching her, I could now do this for hours. Take myself to that razor sharp edge before I moved away, only to wait.

I held my hand out, grazed her knees with my fingers, but frowned. My hand shook, a slight tremor; that could be a moment of emotional upheaval or something that wasn’t worth thinking about. I wasn’t weak, so it must been emotion. That was not necessarily weakness, it was a sign of how strong I was. I wanted her so much my hands shook, but yet, I’d denied myself that moment.

I placed my hand against her thigh, palm down, and slid it up to her hip. My eyes followed the heated path.

I stood and took her chin between my fingers. She’d been hanging there for a while now, her arms must be tired, but she didn’t complain. Even her eyes showed no signs of discomfort. There was only desire and remorse.

“Next time.” I placed my cheek against hers and moved my face along hers. “Next time, you’ll obey.”

My lips brushed over hers, not a kiss, just a fairy-touch of a whisper. She inhaled something that sounded like a sob, but she wasn’t that far gone, not yet. I placed my hands on each side of the wall beside her ribs and ran my face down her chest to graze over her nipples with my lips.

Again, not a touch, just a moment where our skin brushed together. I dropped down, my fingers a brush against her skin as they moved down beside her hips. I ran my lips over her stomach, around the intriguing indentation of her belly button, before I moved lower.

You see, I didn’t touch her, not really, but she knew what those touches felt like now. She knew what it felt like to have my mouth tug at her nipples, what my tongue felt like when it dipped into her belly button, how it felt to have kisses run along her lower abdomen, until I found the spot I now faced. She knew all of these things, but yet, she’d defied me. Now, she could only whimper as I brushed my lips at the point where her lower lips met.

“You really should have obeyed me, pet,” I repeated before I ran my tongue down into her folds, and then I sat back to work at my dick as her taste spread over my tongue. She was a fire, one I couldn’t control, but I would do my best. That was the fun of this, after all. It wasn’t necessarily that Stephanie would give me complete control, right now; it was that fight to provoke her into giving it to me.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Her head went down, and she simply stood there, her hands clamped to the wall. There was nothing else she could do.

I’d smiled, she’d broken, but only a little bit. Later, when I had that contract, I’d drive her deeper, but for now, she’d given in. That was all that mattered.

I stroked faster, just the right way, as I took in her submission, at last, and I breathed in a jagged breath of satisfaction. Pleasure was one thing, satisfaction, triumph, was another. She gave me that now, and I drank in every drop of it. “Stephanie.”

I groaned her name and let her watch as I found my moment at last. This was what she’d denied herself, and I kept my eyes open as release jetted from me. Her eyes went round, and she wanted to look away, but I forced out more words. “Watch.”

She pulled her head up, and more came out of me as her eyes took it all in. She’d denied herself this pleasure, not the same as mine necessarily, but she had denied herself the pleasure I could give her, that I now gave to myself. This could have all been hers, every moment of my focus could have been hers, but she’d wanted to play a game.

While I applauded her effort and knew it had to be made, she also had to be punished. I saw the way her eyes devoured the sight of me, took in the evidence of my pleasure on my chest, and how her tongue came out to lick at her lips all over again. Then she bit her lip; the pointy incisor on the left took her lip into a pinch, and I didn’t know if it was to hold back another plea, or if it was just to clamp down on some swell of emotion she didn’t want me to see.

Either way, it was a sign. One that she didn’t even know she’d made with that sharp little tooth. Overall, it wasn’t important, but right now, it was. Stephanie had given in, and she knew now what control was. She’d have to fight the urge to challenge me, to play games, and she’d have to pick and choose what was worth the denial of her own gratification, because now she knew I could deny her quite happily.

Then, she’d be the only one punished, and that wasn’t worth the game, at all. I stood up, swiped myself with a towel, and slowly walked toward her. “Do you want down now?”

She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. “Yes, that’s all for now. You can go home now.”

“But…,” she didn’t finish because I shook my head negatively. “Not without a contract, Stephanie.”

I could see she wanted to protest, but she didn’t. Good. I led her into the kitchen, where she put on her clothes, grabbed her bag, and left. I couldn’t help but smirk again. She was so mad, but I knew she’d see the error of her ways once her body had calmed down. She’d be back for more.

Emily

My hands shook as I put the car in park once I’d pulled up to my own home. He’d sent me home, like a naughty school girl who had overstepped her boundaries. I’d misbehaved, and this was my punishment. My legs squeezed together when I moved to get out of the car, and I couldn’t stop a wince.

It hurt so much. But not really. Not like a blister on my foot would hurt, not that kind of annoying pain. This was a pain that begged for more, more of the same treatment that had caused it. This pain might actually be worse, now that I come to think of it. I knew that blister would heal, that the pain would go.

I pushed in through the door, put my keys and bag down, and went to throw myself down on the bed. I needed a shower, a bath, whichever, to get the chlorine from the pool off of my skin, but the thought of being naked again only made the throb between my legs worse. I groaned in frustration, turned on the sound system, and sighed as Lord Huron began to sing about how he wanted to revisit the past.

Would I change anything about the night we met, I’d wondered? I’d thought about it, the way his eyes had met mine, and I’d known. I’d been so afraid, until he looked at me. Then I knew what I was there for. I knew I was there for him. I’d smiled, despite the way my body protested, and relived it all. From the first moment he’d smiled at me, to that final smile tonight. The one that said he owned me.