Made in Vengeance

My toes curled when the vibration hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Fuck.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted … I wanted …

He stopped.

I let out a groan in frustration.

“Tell me, princess,” he said lightly, but I could see the determination in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let me up until I told him everything.

Tears stung my eyes.

I didn’t want to tell him.

I didn’t want his affection for me to disappear when he found out how defective his “princess”really was.

I shook my head and closed my eyes.

“No?” he asked darkly.

I felt him shift my shirt up. He palmed my breast, playing with my nipple. I couldn’t help how my back arched, moving closer to his touch. I wanted more.

I wanted forever with him.

With all of them.

He pinched my nipple, twisting it slightly. “Tell me,” he said calmly.

My bomb was not a calm man.

I bit my lip, keeping my eyes closed.

He turned on the vibration once more.

It was so much.

Too much.

I felt everything all at once: the vibration against my pussy, the rough way he played with my nipples, and even the warmth he always permeated. It was as if he was built with a furnace inside of him.

“Please,” I begged. I knew he was asking now, but I was sure he wouldn’t want the answer once I told him. It wasn’t a pretty one, and I—

I shook my head, letting out a small cry.

“Princess, whatever it is, I can help make it better. I would kill for you. Torture anyone. I would trade my soul for your happiness. Tell. Me.”

He turned off the vibration, and I let out a small cry. I didn’t know if it was from relief or protest.

“Tell me,” he said again.

A heavy fog descended on my mind, and I couldn’t think straight.

I shook my head.

He rolled my nipple around two fingers.