Chapter 168
LEVI
When I broke the kiss for air I leaned close and whispered, breath hot on her lips, “Do you want to ride me, mistress?”
She nodded so obediently I almost smiled. Isabella was everything her posture denied: not born to dominance, a natural submissive, that it just spills out even when she isn’t trying which amused me but it also intrigued and turned me on.
However, there was something in the effort she made to be still and contained—just like I wanted my mistress—that lit something low and dangerous in me. She tried to harden her face into a mask of stoicism when she noticed she had slipped, but it only just further amused me.
I was fucking enjoying this.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, obviously seeing how amused I was; I could no longer hide it.
“You’re such a bad Dom,” I said, and she giggled as she leaned in and kissed me.
“I’m trying,” she said into the kiss.
Her lips were so warm now; my hand was in her hair in an instant, pulling her deeper into the kiss. “I know. I love it.” I groaned when her tongue found mine and the soft kiss swelled into something urgent and full. “You are my girl...”
She pulled back as we both tried to catch our breath and wrapped her hands around my neck.
“You want to strangle me?” I asked, teeth catching my lower lip as I tasted her. I shifted so I was angled between her legs, my palms pressing into her thighs, holding her in place. I wanted her on me so bad. It had been years since I had anyone ride me, and it wasn’t something I would have expected to want, but with her—today, after what had happened—I wanted her in control. Fuck, I didn’t know if I would enjoy it but I had a feeling she would and that’s what matters…
“You want that?” she asked, smiling. Pleasure lived in the curve of her mouth; she was enjoying this as much as I was, and I loved how ownership sharpened her.
She tightened her grip. Her strength surprised me—enough to make my breath hitch and the air thin—then she lifted herself and I had both hands on her ass spreading it, steadying her as she straddled me. Her legs spread, positioning herself, warm and trembling against me. But she didn’t move instead she took a sharp breath.
She was clearly very unaccustomed to this, every hesitant movement betraying her inexperience, but I intended to guide her until she felt the power she could wield over me tonight and slip naturally into it. Because fuck, I wanted that. I wanted her to take control, to discover it in herself, and also to see just how much I would surrender.
Slowly, from under, I started to rub my cock around her clit, near her entrance; the warm water made it all intense.
“Sweet Lord, Levi, please,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.
“Come on, look at me,” I told her, and she did, breath ragged against my jaw. Then, remembering she was in control, I slipped and added, “Please, mistress.”
She smiled, seeming to figure out what had happened.
“You are not strangling me, baby,” I said to distract her, and pushed up—entering her from beneath. The world detonated.
Fuck. The sound tore from both of us. She cried out, head thrown back, breath hot against my skin, and she pressed down, hands finding my neck to anchor herself as if afraid of the speed of her own wanting.
Every movement became blunt and bright. Her moans were loud and intimate, foreign and immediate, and they cut straight through me. At one point she raised her head, fingers tight at my throat, and with a ragged laugh said, “Stop moving your hips. Let me ride you.”
She let go of my throat with one hand to guide me, then slapped me—playful and fierce as a verdict. “You have been a bad, bad sub,” she teased, slipping into the role of a Dom as if possessed.
My heart skipped a bit, this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for,
“Sorry, mistress. This is my first time,” I said, and we both laughed—the sound shaky, ridiculous, human—real, like lovers who might as well have known each other for centuries: known our bodies, our smiles. Everything.
Her voice softened and turned coy. “Your voice sounds too bossy for this,” she joked, then grew throaty. “But I think that is what makes it beautiful, to know this wonderful, powerful man is my sub. I own him. My slave.” The words tumbled out—ridiculous and powerful—and I felt a thrill so sharp it made my teeth ache.
She moved, grinding slow then faster, each motion ringing through my bones. She was riding me now and my heart fucking exploded. I could feel myself deep in her, deep in her cervix—fuck.
Why haven’t I been doing this? This feels so fucking good.
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