Chapter 16

Caturix wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her onto the bed. She bounced lightly before he covered her with his body. He didn’t try to kiss her or initiate anything further. He just hovered above her, his lips a breath away from hers.

“Just confirm, one more time, that you want me,” he whispered into her ear. “You know that women often leave my bed unsatisfied when I give…everything.”

She nodded in silence.

Caturix sat up and began to undress. “If we do this.” He paused, his shirt halfway over his head. “You will only be with me.” He tossed his shirt aside. “You won’t be with another man until we’re finished. If you do, I won’t touch you again.” His voice held a hint of vulnerability, a remnant of her time with Nikandr.

She nodded in agreement.

“I have some rules that need to be established before we start this…relationship?” He stumbled over the word.

“Association?” she suggested.

He nodded in agreement. “Association,” he confirmed. “Firstly, when you’re with me.” He leaned in close, his warm breath fanning her face. “I’m in charge.”

~Boo, hiss.~ “Does this mean I never have to be on top?” That actually seemed like a good thing for her. She neither enjoyed the position, nor did she have the stamina for it.

He shrugged. “Most likely, no. But, in my bed, I will use you. I will take pleasure in your body.”

Shivers ran down her spine. At least other men had pretended to care about her pleasure. And even though she shouldn’t, Shemika found herself even more aroused by his words. “So you’re saying you won’t even try to make me climax?” she retorted dryly. She supposed it was okay. Her previous lovers had always tried and never succeeded, whereas Caturix hadn’t even tried but had gotten her there anyway.

He shook his head slowly and leaned down to run his tongue up her belly to between her breasts. He stopped with his mouth inches from hers. He pulled back as her body subconsciously moved to close the distance. “Be patient, Shemika. We can begin when I’ve finished outlining the rules.”

~Ugh.~ She was soaking his sheets, and not because she was still wet from her bath. “Fine, go on. I’ll just wait super patiently right here as you—”

Caturix clamped a hand over her mouth. “You talk a lot.”

She squealed under his palm, but it came out muted and smothered.

He leaned back down, eyes level with hers, but didn’t move his hand. “You will not call me any variant of kitty cat, especially in my space. Doing so will result in punishment.”

~Fucking, punishment?~

He continued, ignoring her murderous glare. “Instead, you will call me ‘sir’ when you speak to me, and you will never speak to me unless given permission to do so,” he ordered. “I will punish you. Harshly.” He then cocked a brow and slowly removed his hand, as if daring her to speak.

Shemika scowled. “Don’t cover my mouth—”

Caturix’s hand moved faster than her eyes could follow and latched onto her jaw. He jerked her head forward, off of the bed and up to his. “Don’t speak,” he said rather calmly for a man with his massive hand around a woman’s throat.

Shemika nodded quickly. Not afraid of his strength, in fact, but afraid of the way her body reacted to his aggression. The molten heat in her veins that trailed down her belly, down in between her legs.

“Good girl,” he praised, and the words spurred her even further. “I will inevitably leave marks on you. Bruises and claw marks, but I will never bite you, never claim you, even if you beg,” he said firmly.

~Hah,~ she’d never beg a man to claim her.

“When I tell you something, you will do it immediately. If you don’t want to be punished.” He added on, as if she’d ever want to be punished. “When I fuck you, I may call you things or…say things, but you will not address it outside of our sexual interactions,” he said.

~Weird.~ He might like to call his women mommy. Whatever.

“For now, we will maintain the same schedule. When I leave the holding cells at dinner, you will be waiting outside the door and we will come here together. Every day,” he ordered.

~Jesus,~ he had a lot of rules. She nodded anyway.

“Good, I may add rules if the need arises,” he said.

She nodded, bored, but realized he was finished with his rules as the energy in the room shifted. She was nervous all of a sudden. Years of sleeping with the men of Vale and she was nervous?

Caturix crawled up the length of her body, his tongue drawing a path along the way. A deep growl reverberated in the back of his throat as he seemed to enjoy the taste of her skin.

It wasn’t bad at all. Shemika had expected it to be intense and violent immediately. It was okay, but it was lacking—

Caturix flipped her over onto her belly. As she turned back to look at him, he pushed the side of her head into the bed. Inarguably less painful than the bricks, but not better. One of his hands moved gently along her spine, the other guided her legs open, exposing her womanhood to the cold air and his piercing gaze.

He hooked his hands under her hips and jerked her up into the position he wanted. It was like he was trying to be gentle. She could sense that he was ~still~ holding back. Even though he was supposed to be giving her everything, like he’d promised.

Caturix slid the head of his shaft, a shaft she’d still yet to see, along Shemika’s lower lips, rubbing her personal lubrication around, thus creating more.

Slowly, she felt his length slide into her. His cock fit perfectly now, as opposed to their first time. It hit every bruise he’d left from before and each contusion he touched earned a soft moan from her. He started at a normal pace, a pace she’d experienced from every other man. She wanted what she’d gotten from him before. Fierce, animalistic.

After a while, Shemika realized he was doing this for her. Perhaps he was truly afraid that taking her like he’d done to all the women previously would result in the same way. Shemika would run crying.

She could also tell that it wasn’t doing anything for him either. He needed more as well.

With very little thought, Shemika moved forward, pulling Caturix’s shaft out of her and reared back. His head smashed into her cervix painfully. Beautifully painful. Shemika threw her head back in pleasure and was caught by Caturix.

He wound his arm around her and gripped her throat. He said nothing, but she could tell she’d broken his dam of self-control. Caturix entered her fiercely, hammering into her body. Leaving bruises internally. His claws dug into any part of her skin they touched. They sliced right through. She could feel the warmth of her blood leaking out, turning cold on the sheets.

It didn’t take long before Shemika’s mewls turned into loud groans of pleasure as she climaxed repeatedly. As if each climax were easier and easier to achieve. Each more intense than the last. Her body shook violently, her legs trembled, her eyes rolled.

Ecstasy was the only word that formed in her head, but gone so fast as she climaxed again.