The one between my thighs entered me and began keeping the same slow, steady motion of the one in my mouth. The one aimed at my ass didn’t move, it only pressed against it with the impending threat of penetration. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the impending orgasm, but he held it off and wouldn’t allow it yet.
“I’m inside of you, everywhere. I can take you anyway I want, at any time. I can make you feel more than any other creature in this, or any other world can.”
I moaned at his words as fear trickled down my spine at the thought of his full dominance, and how he intended to use it on me. I wasn’t a sub. I wasn’t even sure I could pretend to be one very well. I wanted what I wanted, and I did not like waiting for it. Ryder wasn’t the type to boast either; when he said he could do something, he did it. The man was a sex god, and I was his with only one look from him. I could hate him one minute, and the next, I was in his bed naked.
His laughter was dark and sexual as he took in the look of unease, and pleasure mixed on my face. “I plan on doing so, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want you to learn to trust me again. I fucked up, Syn, and I’m sorry you got hurt in the process.” The magic mimicking his cock in my mouth, eased out. It was a good thing he couldn’t read my mind, or he’d know I was a lost cause with that simple look of dominance he got in his bronze eyes.
“I’m learning to trust you, Fairy. In this room, I trust you, always have. It’s outside of it that we don’t work. You keep secrets from me. You hide who you are from me. You are no better than I am, Ryder. We pretend to be what people need from us, what they need us to be. People like us have no future. We live our lives for other people.”
He shook his head as he spread my thighs apart. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m living for you. I’m making a choice to treat you as my woman,” he whispered as his magic left my body, and he replaced it.
I moaned as he pushed into me, the feel of his flesh was more than any magic could ever replace. I had tears in my eyes, but not because I was sad. They were there because he’d just told me he cared for me. Ryder, the freaking Sex King of the Fae, had just told me I was worthy of him in his eyes.
He was slow and gentle, and when he rolled us over so that I was sitting on top of him, I moaned in response to the depth he had reached in this position. I moved my hips slowly, allowing him to go even further inside of me.
“That’s it, ride me. Gods you’re so fucking tight around my cock. I can feel your * tightening around me, caressing me from the inside.”
I moved a little faster, gasping as I did so. He was too big, and in this position he was buried deeper than before. I knew it was taking a lot for him to give up control. Ryder was a control freak, and I loved that about him. He loved to control my pleasure, and I loved it when he gave me releases unlike anything I’d ever known before.
I was stretched wide to fit his incredible size, and while a twinge of pain shot through me, I knew it would be worth it in the end. I was wet for him, which helped with riding him. I felt the storm increase in strength, and I moved in a frenzied tempo to crest the storm and exploded, still impaled on his shaft. He didn’t allow me to come for long on him though. Instead, he sifted from inside of me, his mouth replacing his cock at my soaked core, and he started lapping at it intensely, and working me over with his mouth.
The noises he made while he ravished my soaking core made the orgasm continue, and his magic was inside of me again. It fucked me from the inside while I rode the orgasm, feeding him as I did so. When the orgasm began to wane, he was behind me, shoving me down as he entered me hard, and fast.
“I love that you are so wet for me. Your body knows who it belongs to. It weeps for my touch, and parts so readily for my cock. Can you feel me, fucking you, stretching your sweet flesh for me? Can you feel my magic kissing every inch of your beautiful flesh as I control your pleasure?” He growled it out between clenched teeth as he pounded himself deep inside of my wet sheath.
His hand reached up and pulled my hair, hard enough that my head was forced back so that he could watch my face as he continued to fuck me. His magic nipped greedily on my breasts, as if his teeth were there, biting them softly. Hot magic fanned across my clit before pressure was applied, and I cried out. His wicked smile told me that he was well aware of the effect his magic was having on my senses as he released it to control every nerve ending that was connected to my passion.
I moaned, and felt him growing inside of me as the wetness his magic created in me allowed him to penetrate my body further. His eyes were lit, and he pounded inside of me relentlessly. His body moving inside of mine with perfect movement; his magic sucked at my clit and abused my nipples sinfully.
“You are mine, so fucking mine.”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he increased the magic, and his assault. The only sound inside the bedroom was flesh ignited in passion, and muffled screams of our mutual pleasure. I fucking loved it.
“Who controls your pleasure, Pet?” he asked.
“You do!” I screamed as another orgasm threatened to take over.
“Who am I?”