Page 10 of Fallen Dane

She cries out, her bound hands fisting in the silk ties. A red handprint blooms on her pale skin.

“You don’t move until I tell you. You don’t come until I tell you to come. You don’t do a single fucking thing unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I rub my hand over the mark I left on her ass. Then I spank her again, harder.

The sound she makes isn’t pain. Her pussy clenches tight, and I can see fresh wetness glistening on her thighs.

“You like that.” It’s not a question.

She doesn’t answer. Her face is buried in the pillow, and her neck is turning red.

My hand comes down on her ass again. “Do you like that, kitten?”

“Yes.” The word comes out strangled, and I can hear the shame in it. “Yes, I like it.”

“Good girl.” I position myself behind her and drag the head of my cock through her wetness. “Now tell me who you belong to.”

“You.” She’s trembling now. “I belong to you.”

“And who else gets to touch this pussy?”

“No one.”

“That’s right.” I push just the tip inside her and hold there, feeling her try to push back onto me despite my earlier warning. “No one else touches what’s mine. If anyone even thinks about putting their hands on you, I’ll kill them. Do you understand me, Whitney?”

“Yes.” She’s panting now. “Yes, I understand.”

I don’t move. I stay there with just the tip of my cock inside her, feeling her pussy try to pull me deeper.

“Ask me for it.”

She’s silent.

“Ask me to fuck you, kitten. Beg for my cock.”

I can hear her breathing. It’s ragged. Desperate. She’s fighting with herself.

“Please.” The word comes out broken. “Please, Dane. Please fuck me.”

“I’m not convinced you deserve it.”

“Please.” She’s pushing back against me now, her body overriding her pride. “Please, I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please, Dane. Please.”

I slam into her in one brutal thrust.

She screams into the pillow. I don’t give her time to adjust. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and fuck her hard.

“This is mine.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “This pussy. This ass. This body. Mine.”

“Yes.” She’s sobbing now, but she’s pushing back to meet every thrust. Her body surrenders even if her mind hasn’t. “Yes. Yours.”

“Say my name.”

“Dane.” It comes out as a moan. “Dane.”

“Louder.”