Page 26 of Revenge

Controlling me? I grit my teeth. “We’ll see who controls who.” She wants to use her body to control me? I will use it against her.

I know she’s curious about sex. I will have her begging in no time.

I will punish the fuck out of her with orgasms until she weeps for me to give her my cock.

“Who controls whom,” she corrects.

Right. Putting me in my place again. “Sorry, my prison education didn’t quite compare to your prep school,” I growl.

I carry her straight to the closet where I pull out a belt.

That scares her. She goes wild in my arms, thrashing and kicking. I manage to keep hold of her until I get her to the bed where I pin her wrists above her head and lash the belt around them.

She quiets somewhat, no doubt relieved I’m not going to whip her with it.

I lash the end of the belt to the bedpost. Then I stand on my knees to observe.

My bride looks beautiful, her dark hair spread in a fan around her flushed face. Her perfect tits are lifted and spread, her nipples a dusky-rose against her pale skin.

I run my thumb across my lower lip admiring her. “I like you bound,” I observe. “I might just keep you this way for the rest of the trip.”

She thrashes her legs, twisting her hips this way and that. “Let me go!”

“Oh, no, sweetheart. We have your punishment to deal with first.”

Her lips close, and she stares at me.

“Not going to ask what it is?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

I shrug. “Nah. I’ll just let you experience it.” I grip her thighs and push her knees wide, all the way up to her shoulders.

Her belly flutters. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Looking at what’s mine.”

It’s a beautiful pussy. Pristine. Unpenetrated by another man. My usual type of woman is one with more experience, but I relish the idea of being Dahlia’s first.

Make that her only.

Because she is mine now. And mine alone.

Which means her beautiful body belongs to me.

Her orgasms belong to me.

Her freedom belongs to me.

I may not be able to take her heart, but I will rule the rest of her like the fucking boss that I am.

She tries to close her knees, to push them out of my hands, but I hold her fast, just drinking in the sight of her. Letting her feel my dominance. My ownership. My desire.

Taking my time, I lower my head and drag the tip of my tongue along her slit.

Her anus contracts, and she jerks against my hold.

I explore her soft folds with no particular goal other than tasting her. Getting acquainted with her terrain. Her reactions to my touch.