Amelia
I hesitate to respond and I see an anger in him now beyond anything I had compelled. His hand tightens a little around my neck but it only serves to make me want him more.
His face moves closer to mine, eyes narrowing “Am I your true master?” And there it is the truth I can no longer deny. I give the most imperceptible nod of my head and it earns me a frustrated snarl.
He presses his raging hard on into my stomach making it impossible to think straight, to come up with excuses. “Am I your f*****g master Amelia?”
“Yes” I whisper, his eyes blaze, “Yes” I repeat louder. The intensity of emotion in his eyes burns me like the sun, my breath catches in my chest as I wait for his response.
“Do you f*****g want me?” What kind of question is that, nothing in this world could be more obvious “Yes” I’m quick to respond breathlessly.
His face is almost unreadable “Yes what?” f**k me he’s still there, still needing to take control of the situation. “Yes master” the inferno in his eyes seems to calm a little but there is still a fire in his depths. I know he needs to purge it before we can talk, before I can tell him all I know he needs to know.
I move to touch his face to try and calm him but he roughly grabs my wrist looking at it like it’s a weapon, I guess in a way my touch is. “It won’t work, now that I know what you are I have taken measures against your manipulation” he growls.
My own eyes widen in surprise, I hadn’t been going to compel him but I guess I deserve his suspicion. I just wanted to touch him, to connect with him. The anger in his tone is painful but I know I deserve it, he is finally truly feeling what he should have at my betrayal without my help. It still stings even though it is deserved.
His next words startle me, they sound so alien coming from him, a darkness that I didn’t know existed within him, a darkness that is my fault. “You’re mine, you betrayed me, I want to hurt you like you did to me, you destroyed me, left me and never looked back”
I’m about to try to defend myself but the words die on my lips, I did betray him, I did leave him, I know I destroyed his heart but how do I defend it. I deserve every emotion he is throwing my way and more. My reasons were good but it doesn’t take away the fact I did it.
He takes a step back from me and his eyes rake over my body, I felt the tension rolling off of him, the anger is strong enough to taste. “Strip” a one word command.
I hesitate, he can’t be serious, my eyes look to each side, we may be in the penthouse but we are surrounded by skyscrapers where anyone could see what is happening out here. A slow smirk takes his face as he watches my reaction “Strip” he repeats and it is the command of a maker to his progeny.
I can not deny him, slowly I untie the wrap around top I am wearing and drop it from my body, then work the wide legged linen trousers from my hips. I stand before him in my underwear and his eyes flash with lust “All of it” he grumbles.
He nods his approval as I drop my bra and then slip out of my panties, the coolness of the early evening air bites at my n*****s making them stand to attention. My heart thunders exposed and waiting on his next instruction.
“On your knees” he barks and I know what he wants, stepping before him I drop to my knees, his eyes watch my every movement as I firmly grip the base of his impressive c**k and tease my tongue around the tip. He groans with pleasure and allows his head to fall back in satisfaction closing his eyes.
Slowly I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, working up and down letting my tongue play and tease his shaft, his hands move to my hair gripping it almost a little too roughly.
I feel the moment he takes control, moving my head along his c**k, his hips bucking, moving in and out of my mouth, f*****g it. Setting a pace that has his c**k hitting the back of my throat and making my eyes water, I have to fight my gag reflex.
Just as I think he is about to c*m he pulls back from me fully and lifts me to my feet in one quick motion. His lips crash onto mine in a deep, hard soul stealing kiss and then wordlessly he walks me to the outdoor dining table and pushes me face down onto the surface.
The coolness of the glass bites against my skin making me gasp. He rubs a hand over my ass and then strikes it once hard and fast making me cry out. Then his c**k fills my universe, hard, huge, pressing inside of me in one deep purposeful thrust filling me completely.
Each stroke in and out makes me cry out into the evening air, it hits that perfect spot every time. Making my legs shake and quiver, the coldness on my n*****s sending shivers through my body.
Fireworks beginning to work their way from my core to every part of my body as his purposeful hard and fast strokes fill my world. My whole body begins to shake as the strength of my orgasm works through my entire body making me cry out in absolute pleasure. Panting I try to recover as he continues his punishing pace and then a familiar voice makes me freeze and my whole body tense.
“What the f**k is going on?” Nico demands from the patio doors his body tense with anger.