She was already so well behaved, soimmediatelyprepared to submit. It was clear that she was no stranger to this sort of dynamic in the bedroom, and had probably had a taste for other dominants. Whether that was here in Sophrosyne, or back home, I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered.
I would sate every craving, slake every thirst she had ever had in her life. I would erase any memory of past lovers, past pleasures, past orgasms… and replace them with my own.
I would ruin her for anyone else.
She was fuckingmine.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Arken
My mind was a blank slate.
The energy that Kieran radiated as he walked a lazy half-circle around me felt dark, alluring and otherworldly. Our physical chemistry had always been incredible, but this was something well beyond sexual attraction.
This felt like a godsdamn drug.
I had never offered anyone else the amount of submission I was willing to give to Kieran tonight—what I had already offered up, the moment the honorific left my lips. The unspoken exchange of power was rippling through the air now as if it were another form of aether. As if the tension between us was an entirely new element.
“Get on the bed, laying on your back. Facing me,” Kieran commanded after the weighted moment passed. “Just like that,good girl.”
My feet were dangling off the side of the mattress, but just barely. Kieran stood in between them, slowly starting to shrug off his jacket.
“Tell me, Arken,” he said softly. “Do you touch yourself often, lying in this bed?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admitted freely.
Of fucking course I did.
“How often? Before all of this, of course.”
“Every night,” I replied. “Sir.”
“And how often did you think of me when you did it?”
My pulse quickened.
“Every time,” I whispered. “Every night.”
Kieran inhaled sharply.
“Show me.”
I knew what he meant, but couldn’t resist the urge to be at least alittlebit difficult—especially after he had drawn that confession from me with such arrogant ease.
“Can you be a little more specific, Sir?” I asked innocently.
His eyes darkened.
“Show me. How you touch yourself,” he replied evenly. “Show me how you get yourself off to the thought of me, Arken. I’m right here now, you won’t even have to close your eyes.”
Cocky bastard.
I let my thighs part for him regardless, slipping two fingers between my legs where I was already slick with arousal. Together, they circled my clit with a familiar pattern, starting slow and with gentle pressure. My other hand cupped at a breast, teasing at my hardening nipple with the pad of my forefinger.
“Fuck,” Kieran breathed, the susurration sounding more like a prayer than a curse.
His arousal only served to feed my own, and I let my fingers find a faster rhythm against that swelling bud, occasionally slipping them inside as well. Kieran watched me with the gaze of a scholar, studying every motion with dark admiration.