grabbing my panties to pull them down, forcing the air to still in my lungs. Torrin nipped my butt, laughing as I yelped. He stood abruptly, pushing my knees apart as I stepped out of the panties.
“Are you wet?” he asked, and when I didn’t answer, he shoved my head down against the table and slapped his open palm against my ass. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, lifting for more.
“Is your body in pain?” he queried, and I shook my head. “If you’re not going to use your words, I will not fuck you. I’ll tie your sexy ass up and watch you writhe in pain and need all night long. Now, are you in pain? Do you need me to fuck you right now, or do we have time for a drink?”
“I need a drink,” I said while fighting past the need tightening in my throat. “The pain doesn’t come until the moon reaches its zenith in the sky. At that time, my body will turn against me, and I’ll be mindless with need.”
“Then I suggest you drink before it reaches its highest peak.”
I nodded, not moving as he hovered behind me. I would give him full dominance in this room for one night because I didn’t want to regret not trying it before running from him. Torrin stepped away, and I held myself in place, feeling his eyes taking in my body while I waited for his permission to move.
“Drink,” he stated, and I turned, giving him a saucy smile as I sat on the table in front of the chalice.
His eyes dipped to where my legs parted, allowing him to see that the Sun Clan’s markings painted my abdomen. He chuckled audibly, lifting his eyes until they met mine. He downed his drink, moving closer to settle between my thighs.
“You’re tempting me on purpose, Little Bird,” he noted, lifting his hands to squeeze the weight of my small breasts, testing them in his palms. His thumbs trailed over the hardened peaks, and he smiled, holding my stare. “I want to give you pleasure through pain and listen to you sing for me. More than that, though, I want to pour the whiskey over your pussy and drink it from you.”
I trembled, leaning closer to kiss him, but he didn’t allow it. His eyes heated, and he nodded at the cup, reaching for the bottle to refill his and top mine off. I smiled, downing the whiskey, setting aside the cup while he watched. Torrin refilled it, and I frowned, wondering if he was trying to get me intoxicated.
“The last lover you took, was he gentle with you?”
“Incredibly so,” I admitted.
“Did you enjoy it?” He watched my face, smirking as the answer lit in my eyes.
“I don’t think we need to talk about him.” I let out a breathy moan as Torrin pinched my thigh, creating pain while he studied me. When I still didn’t answer, he pushed me down and slapped my pussy, causing me to moan while my legs parted for him.
“Did you enjoy it, or was it boring?”
“Boring,” I admitted, knowing I probably should have lied.
His fingers slid through the arousal coating my sex, and he moved closer. His fingers danced over my thighs before he leisurely pushed my legs further apart. Torrin eyed the chalice, watching me with heated eyes as he glided his hands around my waist, jerking me closer to his body. I could feel his erection pulsing against my sex.
I lifted my hands to remove his shirt, but he grabbed it, jerking it over his head, revealing rippling muscles and tattoos that filled with glowing light from within him. My hands grazed over them, watching as he tensed, capturing my hands to place them on the table beside my legs.
“Hold still,” he ordered, lifting the bottle to my lips.
I opened my mouth to drink, but he pulled the bottle away, exhaling as his eyes filled with warning. He tilted the bottle and poured the whiskey down my body, starting at my lips before moving to my breasts to let the cold liquid flow down their peaks. I moaned at the sensation of cool whiskey poured over my heated flesh. Torrin pushed me back, dripping the amber liquid over my pussy, then lifted his eyes, studying me. He rubbed the rim of the bottle against my clit until I was crying out at the slow torture.
I whimpered, dropping my legs apart while Torrin set the bottle down. His hand moved around