How desperate I am for Nox to fuck me.
"Your cock," I find myself saying. Nox smirks at me.
"You want me to fuck you, Dove?"
"Y-Yes."
"It's been so long, hasn't it?"
"S-So long," I manage. "Please, please let me have it."
"Are you desperate enough for me?"
"I've never been more needy," I admit, my voice breaking.
"Get on the fucking bed," Nox growls. "Spread your legs as wide as you fucking can."
I scramble onto the bed, the chain links making clanking noises as I do what he tells me. I spread my legs, guiltily remembering the teasing I put him through these eleven days, fucking myself when he couldn't, showing off everything he couldn't have. Something tells me I'm about to get punished for disobeying him, that he's going to put me in my place. My hopes soar in excitement.
"Show me your cunt."
Nox's order should make me feel shy, but it doesn't. Feeling wanton and daring, I spread my pussy lips, watching him closely for a reaction. He doesn't disappoint, a grin pulling at his lips as I uncover my innermost center for him.
"Such a pretty fucking pussy. Touch it. Fuck it for me."
My fingers slide inside my wet little hole and a moan escapes my lips as I start to bring myself closer to an inevitable release. I could come already. Skirting this close to the edge makes me scared and yet I can't fucking stop myself, I have to keep going.
"That's right, such a good whore. Keep fucking that pretty cunt. Show me what's mine. Show me what I'm going to take tonight."
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I bring myself closer and closer. My orgasm is imminent, waiting for me at the tip of my fingers yet so very far away, because I already know he won't make it that easy.
"Take your fingers out."
I do. The wetness makes an embarrassing sound and I flinch, flushing fiercely as I realize just how exposed I am for him.
Nox approaches me, eyes darkened with desire as they meet mine. "You want to come, little bird? You want my cock inside you, bringing you that orgasm you've dreamed of for years?"
"Y-Yes," I manage.
"Beg."
"Please fuck me."
"Beg more."
"Please, Nox, I can't take it," I struggle to get out. "Just fuck me, make me come, make me your whore, I'll be so good for you, I'll do it all for you, I'll never let you down again."
"That's right," he mutters. He looks almost crazed now and I've never been more attracted to him. "You're my property now, Dove. And I'm not done claiming you yet."
Chapter 29
Nox
She's never looked more beautiful than right now, overwhelmed with need and desire.
"You want me to fuck you?" I ask her, and she nods eagerly. "Tell me I own you."
Dove swallows thickly, but the words seem to roll off her tongue with ease now that she's admitted it to herself. "You own me, Nox."
"Good girl." I allow my fingertips to glide over the scar marring her face. "There's one last thing we need to do before I fuck you. Are you ready?"
She nods blindly, not even caring enough to ask me what her final task is. I smirk as I pull the pocketknife out. I hand it to her, careful not to cut her with the blade, and Dove turns her quizzical gaze to mine.
"What's this?"
"You want to be mine, Dove?" I grunt. "I want you to get back at me for what I did to you."
"What do you mean?"
I trace my fingertips over my cheek, mirroring the puckered scar on her face. "Right here. You're going to cut me."
Her hand holding the knife shakes, but she doesn't let go. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Why not?" I smirk. "How many times have you thought about it, little bird? Getting back at me. Doing the same thing I did to you. Hurting me. Now's your fucking chance. I won't give you another one."
She seems lost in thought. I knew this would go one of two ways – either she'd be eager and willing from the get-go, or she'd need a while to come around to the idea. But I decided I wanted this when I first saw how my scar had changed her life. It'll be the perfect way to show people she's my property. And I want to pay for what I did to her. Of course, it's not the main reason I'm doing all this. I'm doing it so Dove can grow as a person.
"You don't want to?" I ask and she shakes her head, staring at the knife in her hands while her bottom lip trembles. "But think about how good it would feel, little bird. Getting that revenge... hurting me like I hurt you. Don't you want to ruin my life, Dove?"
"I..." Her words are shaky as they come out. "I don't want to hurt anyone."