“I cannot fathom why you look so smug.”
His lips part to reveal a disarmingly devilish grin. If only he had horns, he’d quite easily make the consummate daemon or nephilim. I’m not sure whether to praise him or spite him because his eyes haven’t once dropped to my nipples, clearly visible through the fabric, or to my lacy delicates.
“Why not? You came back. Any man would be pleased to see you return for him.”
I narrow my eyes.
The rope in my hand comes to life like a serpent, slithering across the floor and up the foot of his bed. Gravelled laughter escapes him as he flings the covers off his body and attempts to leap from the mattress. I am momentarily stunned by the sight of mysoulbond’snude form.
Unfortunately for him, my rope is faster than he is. Levi tumbles to the floor as it weaves its way around his legs, torso, and arms.
“The more you try to fight, the tighter it will become.”
His eyes grasp mine as that godsforsaken smirk returns, unfettered by the rope digging into his flesh.
“Sweetheart, there are a lot of things I’d love to do with you, but fighting isn’t one of them.”
Iwillmy ropes to pause at his throat as I step closer to him, towering over where he lies helpless on the floor.
“Fighting? My darling, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Though if you’d like to beginbegging, now might be the opportune moment.”
LEVI
Ihaven’t been this vulnerable in over a decade, and yet my cock is thickening to the point of pain because of it. Despite the fact that I’m tied up by some kind of magical rope, lying at her feet like a sacrificial lamb.
Because I’m naked, there’s no point in even attempting to hide my erection. Yet somehow, this vulnerability only makes me all the more aroused. I’m not sure what I want more—for her to have her way with me, or to take her over my knee and spank her luscious ass until it’s raw and red. Before I fuck the haughtiness out of her.
Giving away all the power and control is something I’ve never done with anyone.
Something that I have never fantasized about, but the idea of surrendering to this woman is liberating. Even if it involves pain—something that I’m only now realizing thanks to this too-tight rope digging into my flesh—makes my cock fucking salivate.
Not to mention, Violette is by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. In fact, she’s beyond my wildest dreams, with butterfly-esque wings, dark, delicately arching horns, and a long, spaded tail hovering at her side like a viper, poised tostrike. The fact that she’s wearing a sheer dress that hints at all her voluptuous perfection underneath is just the cherry on top.
“What exactly would you have me beg for?”
My heart pounds in anticipation of her answer.
Already, she has me fucking panting and desperate, like a starving dog waiting for scraps.
She cackles at that and with one stiletto-clad heel she rolls me over until I’m flat on my back. Her eyes drop from my face to my cock, eagerly straining towards her.
The foot pinning me in place—toes tipped in black varnish—does a gradual glide down my chest and abdomen. The action makes my flesh erupt with goosebumps, and my balls tighten just as her foot pins my dick against my abs.
Oh my fucking god.
This is, inarguably, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Her eyes take a leisurely stroll up the length of my body before her gaze returns to mine, and a wicked grin parts her plump lips.
“Mercy, perhaps?”
Jesus, fuck.
She seems to take offence to the fact that I haven’t begun begging yet, but it isn’t in defiance. This woman has rendered me speechless.
Her foot presses down on my cock, digging her heel into the base of it, causing me to unleash a sound I’m certain I’ve never made.
A needy groan.