“I don’t want careful,” I cut in, lifting myself up. The pressure of him beneath me feels too good, too distracting. My voice is steadier than I feel, even as it sharpens with need. “I want you to make it stop.”
“That’s not what you need.” He squeezes my hips, the pressure firm and exactly what I want.
“Says who?” I challenge, rocking against him as I pull my top off and throw it to the floor, leaving myself bare to him. Lust flickers across his face as his chest rises and falls faster.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I demand and his brows pull together.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re afraid of me.”
His hand comes up and grips my jaw, firm enough to still me, his thumb pressing just shy of painful.
“I’m not afraid of you, Tink,” he says quietly.
“Then stop touching me like I’m breakable,” I slide my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around him, squeezing. The feel of him makes my mouth water. I move my hand slowly, twisting at the tip, and his head drops back against the pillow with a groan.
“Fuck, little one,” he moans. One hand slides up to my chest and he pinches my nipple between his finger and thumb, firm enough to make me squeal. “You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“Please,” I whine.
For a moment, I realise I have never begged a man unless it was performative, but everything about Roman makes me want to drop to my knees just for a taste.
“Do you think it was rough in the bathroom? You have no idea what I am truly capable of,” he growls.
His other hand shifts and his thumb presses lightly against my clit, with just enough pressure to tease. My body pulses as I push into him, chasing the pressure I need. Roman catches the movement and pulls his hand away.
“Please,” I whisper again. “I want hard. I want you.”
I pull my hand from his boxers, spit into my palm, and slide it back in, wrapping my fingers around his thick dick. I move my hand slowly, twisting at the tip again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Tink. Say it,” he growls, teeth clenched. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” I breathe. “I want you to take control. I want you to make it stop.” I rock against him, chasing friction, desperate for anything that will drown everything else out.
A rough sound tears from his chest and his eyes darken with warning.
“Fuck,” he shouts, sitting up so quickly the air shifts. Roman grabs my hips, turns me abruptly, and pushes me face down into the mattress. He pulls my hips back so my arse lifts and my back arches, and the sharp slap that lands sends goosebumps across my skin. Leaning over me, he presses his covered cock exactly where I need it.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, more to himself than me. “You see what you do to me, little one? All the fucking time… it makes me crazy.” I groan at his words and push back against him, my body moving without thought.
“Stay still,” he barks. “You get one more chance, Fae. You don’t get to take this back. If I start, I don’t stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” I plead, “please.”
“Remember you’re the one that begged for it when you decide you hate me again.”
He pulls his body heat away from my back and places his hand in the centre of my spine, pinning me down. With his other hand, he grabs my wrist and drags it up over my head. My heart starts to race and sweat beads across my back as I watch him reach behind the headboard and pull out a leather cuff. He fastens it into place, then takes my other wrist and does the same. My breath comes out in short gasps as the bed lifts slightly with the loss of his weight. I turn my head to watch him as he takes me in at his own pace.
My body burns with a need so strong it feels like I might combust. My thighs are damp and I lick my lips as I take in the size of his dick from this angle. I watch him adjust himself, the tip just visible above his boxers, dark and already wet. Pre-cumglistens there and a moan slips from my mouth before I can stop it.
Roman smirks at the sound and starts walking towards me, slow and deliberate. His shoulders roll with each step, his arms flexing, his stomach tightening as he moves. His skin catches the low light and I take in every tattoo I can see, some familiar, others hidden until now. He is covered in ink that stretches across him, the only clear skin I can find is his finger, his heart, and his left bicep.
“Is that what you want, little one?” he asks, his cock right by my face as his fingers drag slowly down my spine. “Want to choke on my cock until your eyes are full of tears?”
“Mmm,” I moan. “Yes, please.”
A sharp slap cracks across my thigh and I cry out, the sting blooming hot across my skin. I try to pull away but his other hand holds me in place as he rubs over it, easing the burn just enough to make it worse.