“Cole, I can’t drown, sweetie. I find it peaceful under there,” I placate him and feel dreadful for having deceived him.
“Peaceful?” he continues to yell at me. “I was worried sick.”
“Sorry, baby,” I murmur. “Why don’t you join me in here now?” I pull his head closer to mine, tilting my head up to distract him and it works like a charm.
“Hm, do I get to take my liberties with you now?” he asks with a smile.
“Anything you want,” I say.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Come with me then.” He pulls me out of the water, and I stand. He picks me up and carries me, dripping wet, to the bedroom and places me gently on the bed.
“Devon said he cuffed you?” he asks casually.
I nod cautiously.
“Will you let me tie you up?” he asks shyly.
I nod. “I said anything.”
“And you promise to stay in place?”
“Yes.” I shiver as he pulls out four ties from his closet. He starts with my ankles and ties them each to opposite ends of the bedframe. He crawls up me and wraps the tie around first my left wrist and then my right, leaving me spread-eagled on the bed. He looks at me adoringly and sighs. “Do you know how beautiful you look?” he asks softly, exactly as Devon had. “So vulnerable.” He brushes his hands lightly down me. Over my aching nipples, down my stomach, flitting over my pussy and all the way down my legs. He climbs off the bed and undresses slowly, taking his time as I watch him hungrily.
“I love that way you look at me,” he says as he crawls back on the bed and over me. He puts his hands in the crooks of my elbows and pushes me into the bed. He pins me down with his weight and enters me slowly. I wiggle to gain some leeway, but he says, “No. Don’t move,” before he kisses me lightly. I wiggle again to move with him, but he says again, “Stop moving.”
He speeds up his movements and comes quickly as he still kisses me, leaving me not only wanting but wondering what this is. Some kind of fetish I don’t know about, obviously.
“Cole…”
“Shut up,” he growls at me as he drops his fangs and feeds from me, lifting me up by the shoulders, twisting my arms painfully and biting down roughly.
I am too startled to say anything. I can’t even remember the last time someone told me to shut up. In those exact words, anyway.
He pulls back and stares at me as he retracts his fangs. “So vulnerable,” he says again as he impales me again, pinning me down with his weight and his hands on my hips to stop me from moving. I growl at him as he is just taking advantage now, holding me in place while he fucks me for his own pleasure.
He silences me with a rough kiss and comes again with a loud grunt as he shoves himself further into me.
Well, I said I would stay in place, but I am not having this so I squirm against the ties and Shift so my claws can slice through them.
“No.” He stops me with his hands on mine. “You said I could take any liberty with you and that you would stay in place.”
“That was before you held me down and fucked me,” I snap at him.
“Is it so wrong to want complete control over you, just once?” he snaps back. “I put up with a lot of shit from you so you will let me do this. You will let me have complete control over you and you won’t enjoy it.”
What? I must stare at him in horror as his face softens and I can see him reevaluate his plan. But then he shakes his head and the hard mask falls back in place. “Don’t look so shocked,” he says quite unpleasantly, especially for Cole. “I am tired of everyone else getting you exactly as they want you. It’s my turn.”
“And you want me tied up and helpless while you fuck me. There’s a word for that,” I snarl at him.
“Use that word and so help me God, Liv, I will slap you so hard you will feel it for a week,” he snarls back at me and I stare at him, mouth agape. Although, his assertive self is turning me on now in ways I didn’t know were possible and I feel myself get wet in response to his threat. “That isn’t what this is,” he says quietly. “I love you. Just once, I want to be the one with all of the control. And besides which, you are hardly helpless.”
His blue-gray eyes find mine in earnest and I lose any anger or shock at his behavior. He must see me go pliant as he smiles, a wicked curve to his perfect lips. He inserts two fingers into me. A slow pulsing and then he brings them up to my mouth. “Taste us,” he whispers as he shoves his fingers through my lips. I lap at his fingertips, nipping them gently and he growls at me. “Put your fangs away.” He drops to kiss me, swishing his tongue around my mouth, tasting us on his own tongue with a small moan. I wiggle in response and he pulls back, lifts my hips, and gives me a swift slap on my backside. “I said don’t move.”
“Do I have your undivided attention?” he asks suddenly.