coated my sex. I wasn’t just wet for him; I was drenched. Slickness coated my inner thighs, and his fingers slid into my body, moving deep without warning. I cried out around him, staring into eyes that danced with the knowledge of how fucked up I really was.
“I want to make you come,” he admitted, searching my eyes, finding the denial burning in them. “You want to come, don’t you?” he growled raspily, adding another finger.
My body clenched, sucking him deeper with the need for more while neglected muscles burned from being stretched. His voice was filled with need, and it unraveled the tightening in my belly.
I started to back up, but Torrin shook his head, abandoning my pleasure to take his. His hands gripped my hair until my scalp burned, screaming with pain as he used it to guide himself deeper into my throat faster.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, thrusting his hips while I sucked harder.
My hand moved, sliding between my thighs to find my core while he noted what I did. His body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, every sinewy muscle rippling with his growing release. He tensed, which was the only warning of his impending orgasm as he thrust deeper than any male had before him.
I swallowed as he filled my throat, then shifted away from him. Turning onto my back, I pushed my fingers through my arousal-covered apex. Slowly, I moved them until an orgasm danced on the edge while Torrin watched me. I removed my hands and balled them into fists while turning onto my stomach with my ass in the air. I screamed into the blankets from the pain that denying my need caused my aching cunt. My entire body tightened, throbbing with the need to finish. Pain gripped my sex, clamping and constricting with the orgasm’s denial.
I was a fire burning out of control that charred my sensitive flesh and scorched everything in its wake. Hot tears stung my eyes. My body clenched and unclenched with pent up need. I threw my head back, inhaling and exhaling slowly before moving from the bed, heading for the cold bath.
Torrin had watched something personal unfolding, and I hadn’t meant to take it that far. I hadn’t expected my body to be that turned on from giving him pleasure. Not so much that I’d need to force it to the edge and then let the pain sink in to prevent it from becoming that throbbing need that pulsed for hours.
I slipped from the bed and into the icy cold water of the tub, washing my body that was bathed in sweat from being turned on by the sick shit he did to me.
“Get dressed,” he ordered, and I nodded without turning to see where he was.
Instead, I slid beneath the watery surface, washing away the pain that the refusal caused within my core. Embarrassment rushed through me, and regret that I’d let him see that happen ripped through me. Worse, frustration that I’d thought I could take control from him. He was a freaking legendary warlord, and I’d thought my stupid ass held enough power to take his control? Get a grip—but without it being around his cock in my throat.
Slipping out of the bath, I grabbed the drying cloth while he held his back to me. I didn’t feel shame for what I’d done. I’d felt powerful, and I’d found a weakness within him. He needed to unleash his anger, and I wasn’t afraid of what he wanted to do with me. In fact, his dominance was the only thing I liked about him.
Dropping the cloth, I grabbed my panties, slowly slipping them on while giving him my back. My pants went on next, and I gradually released the breath I’d held. Cocking my head to the right, I listened to the silence in the room. Turning, I found Torrin right behind me, so close to where I stood that he could have grabbed me if he’d wanted to do so.
“Finish dressing, now,” he growled, moving past me to grab his clothes.
I pulled on the skintight top that compressed my breasts, making my form unpleasing. I reached for the scabbards that normally adorned my hips to house my blade and then lifted my attention to the male, silently watching me.
“I want my blades back,” I demanded, daring him to argue.
“If you think sucking me off makes us friends or allies, you’re wrong. You don’t get them back until I decide