“What now, angry girl? What do you think I want?”
I walk toward him in between his legs, so that my body is almost flush with his, my breasts at the same height as his face. Carefully I climb up so that I’m kneeling over him, my knees on either side of his hips. “I think you want to move up the bed. I think you want to rest your back against the headboard,” I tell him.
I sound so sure of myself. I don’t recognize the voice I’m using to essentially tell him what to do, but I like it. There’s no question in that voice. No room for argument. Zeth sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he thinks, probably considering whether he actually wants to do what I’m telling him to, and then he narrows his eyes, shifting himself carefully back up the bed so that his back is exactly where I said it should be, resting against the headboard.
“And now?”
I don’t answer this time. I just follow him up the bed, crawling forward on my knees so that I’m straddling him again. I want to be able to use my hands. I want more than anything to be able to touch him. Dig my nails into his chest. Cause him some sort of pain. Instead I grind into his lap, groaning a little as his cock rubs against my pussy. His hands move to my hips, pulling me down a little harder, and I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his face.
I know what he would do now, even though I’m not sure I want him to. My hesitancy isn’t a part of this game, though. I push it aside, telling him what I suspect he would want next. “You want to use your teeth, Zeth.”
He looks up at me, smiling a very small, imperceptible smile. “I do want to use my teeth,” he agrees. His hands move from my hips, and then he’s squeezing my breasts, biting down on my left nipple. He doesn’t just graze me; he bites down so hard that I cry out in pain.
“Let it in,” he says. “Your fear of pain restricts you. If you let it just be, it liberates you, Sloane.” He bites me again, and this time I push into him, doing as he says. The sharp sting he causes travels around my body, setting my nerve endings on fire. Miraculously, his advice seems to work. Now, instead of startling me, the force of the sensation makes my body burn.
“Shit, Zeth. Oh, fuck!”
Zeth groans his approval. “What do I want now?” he pants.
“You want—” This one is a little harder for me to get out. “You want to tighten the collar,” I pant. I remember the last time he cut off my windpipe, and I remember how it made me feel: panicked. Terrified even, but also extraordinarily turned on at the same time. Just the thought of it makes me dizzy. My pussy is aching, I want him inside me so bad, but I know he wouldn’t fuck me yet. He would make me wait. I’m still rocking my hips into him, his cock throbbing and swollen between us, and our bodies are starting to sweat. Zeth makes a growling sound at the back of his throat. He leans forward and bites at my jawline, grazing his teeth there, nipping at me.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Sloane. I know you want that, too.”
I don’t deny it. I can’t. As soon as his hands begin to cinch the fastener of the collar tighter, a violent judder runs through my entire body. My face prickles; it feels as though a pressure is building in my head as I labor to breathe. There’s still enough room for me to do that, but only just.
Zeth grunts, and then he leans down and licks the skin above my breast. “Your sweat’s addictive. It’s like a drug. I want to lick it all from your body.” Hands on my hips again, he pushes himself forward, pressing his hard-on right up against my clit. “That feel good, angry girl? What else do I want, that you want, too?”
This is a slight change in the game. Now he wants me to admit to the things he does to me that I enjoy. With my head swimming from the reduced oxygen it’s receiving I feel like I’m suddenly incredibly light. Like I’m floating. I still feel myself blush a little when I find myself admitting something I thought I would never admit. Zeth did something to me back at Julio’s villa, and I liked it very much. It just seems too dirty to even own up to, but somehow I manage it.
“You—you want to play with my ass.”
Zeth’s hands grip onto me so hard that I’m sure his fingers are going to bruise. He inhales in a swift, fast pull of oxygen that tells me I’ve surprised him. “Oh, Sloane…” he says, sitting forward a little. “You want me to touch you?”