"Killian," she moaned. "Please."
That was better, a step in the right direction, but I wasn't in the mood to be generous. Maybe someone like Simon would have given in to something like that, but I wasn't him, and I wanted to make sure she knew that.
"Please what?" I asked.
"Please fuck me," she whined.
"Why should I?"
Her mouth opened and then closed again, like she didn't have an immediate answer for that. I watched her face, while she swallowed hard and tried to figure out what to say.
"Because I want you to," she finally landed on. "Please, Killian. I need it."
Chapter 6
Killian
I huffed a breath through my nose and smiled slowly.
"You need it. My cock? You need my cock in you, stretching you open and taking you apart like only I can? Is that what you need, Ashlyn?"
She nodded frantically. "Please. Please, please, please."
My cock jumped at that, and in drawing it out for her, I was also torturing myself at the same time because I wanted to sink into her hot, tight body and take her hard and fast.
But I was trying to prove a point, balancing my desire to fuck her with my desire to sate my jealousy.
No one else was ever going to make her feel the way I made her feel, and I wanted to make sure she knew that.
I settled back in on top of her, grinding my hard cock against her wet sex, letting her feel how hot and hard I was for her.
"I suppose I did promise I was going to fuck the smart comments out of you," I said. "Although I seem to have done that without even trying all that hard. You're just so easy. You try to pretend like you don't like this, but here you are, tied up in my bed, begging for cock like a whore. Is that what you are? My little whore? Desperate enough to beg for it until you get what you want?"
She bit down on her lip hard, and arched up, clearly trying to get me inside her.
"Say it," I growled, rubbing the head around her soaking entrance but not giving her anymore. "Say you're my little whore, and maybe I'll give you what you want."
Ash moaned, and I could see her fighting with herself. It was definitely not something she would usually say, and I knew she wasn't into that sort of thing as a general rule, but I didn't care. There was a burning drive in me to hear her say it. To hear her voice crack and break with how much she wanted me, driven to the edge of her reason and saying whatever I wanted her to say just to get a taste of my cock in her.
I wasn't going to relent. Not until I heard it, and I stared down at her, waiting, teasing her by stroking her clit on and off with my cock, even if it did make me want to plunge into her immediately and take her hard and fast.
I could be patient.
Finally, she licked her lips, averting her eyes from me and opening her mouth. Before she could say anything, I reached up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. I wanted her full attention. "Say it," I ordered again.
This time she nodded, a little choked moan spilling from her lips before she found her voice. "I'm your little whore," she managed to gasp out. "Please, Killian."
The words hit me like a lightning strike, and I didn't think I could have denied her if I wanted to. As soon as she'd said it, I buried my cock in her in one smooth stroke, filling her up until I was balls deep inside of her.
As always, she was soft and hot and tender inside, and I had to catch my breath for a second, trying not to lose it completely.
When she cried out and arched against me, I used my hands to press her back to the bed, making her wait for me to get a handle on myself before I let her have what she was so clearly craving.
"Please, please, please," she babbled, hips rolling, desperation coming off of her in waves.
I slid out slowly, letting her feel every inch and ridge in my cock until just the head was left inside of her, and then I slammed forward, pushing right back in.
She cried out once more, fingers tightening into fists and wrists yanking at the ropes that held her to the bed.
There were definitely going to be marks left behind, and I wanted to see them. I wanted all the evidence that for however long this lasted, Ash had belonged to me.
"That's right," I panted, setting a slow, hard pace where I didn't let up for a second. "You're mine, Ash. Mine to use and mine to fuck. This beautiful body, this tight pussy... they're all mine."
And she just nodded, clearly willing to go along with whatever I said if it meant I didn't stop.
"Does it feel good?" I asked her, giving her some shorter, harder thrusts that rocked her body and the bed and made her nearly scream for me. "Tell me."
"Yes," she panted. "Fuck, oh my god, yes. It's so good."
The words spilled out of her in a rush, and I licked my lips, surging up to kiss her while I took her body.
Her mouth was hot and wet against mine, and I plunged my tongue into it like I was trying to devour her. I wanted her to be so completely drunk on me that she couldn't think about anything else. Or anyone else.
For this moment, she was mine, and there was no one else who existed except for the two of us.
Ash moved her arms like she wanted to wrap them around me, but she was stuck fast by the ropes, and she made a desperate little
