I BOUGHT HIM IN HEAT

CHAPTER 12

I didn’t give him time to recover.

Kai still stood at the foot of the bed, naked, chest rising and falling hard, come cooling on his fingers and the floor. His c**k was soft now, but I could already see it twitching with interest again as my scent filled the room.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood. The black silk nightgown slid down my thighs. I walked toward him slowly until I was close enough that he had to tilt his head slightly to keep looking at me.

“On the bed,” I said. “Lie on your back. Legs open.”

His blue eyes flashed with the last stubborn pieces of defiance. “You already made me—”

“I wasn’t asking.” My voice stayed quiet, but the command in it was absolute. “On the bed. Now.”

For a second I thought he might refuse. Then he turned, climbed onto my bed, and lay back against the pillows. His silver-white hair spread across the dark sheets. He kept his thighs pressed together at first.

I raised one eyebrow.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and forced his legs apart.

“Wider.”

He spread them further, exposing everything. His c**k was already starting to fill again just from the order and the way I was looking at him.

I climbed onto the bed and settled between his thighs. I didn’t touch him yet. I only looked — at the soft c**k slowly hardening, at the faint tremor in his stomach muscles, at the way his hands had already fisted the sheets.

“Hands above your head,” I ordered. “Hold the headboard. Don’t let go unless I say.”

He hesitated, then raised his arms and wrapped his fingers around the dark wood. The position stretched his lean body out for me, making him look even more vulnerable.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his c**k, stroking it back to full hardness with slow, firm pulls. He bit his lip hard, trying not to make a sound.

“You’re going to stay hard for me,” I told him. “Even if it hurts. Even if you hate it. Understand?”

“…Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

His jaw clenched. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

I released him and reached for the nightstand. From the drawer I took a small bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into my palm. I warmed it between my hands, then wrapped both slick hands around his c**k and stroked him thoroughly until he was shiny and throbbing.

Then I moved lower.

I poured more oil over my fingers and pressed one against his entrance. Kai’s whole body tensed.

“Relax,” I said calmly. “You’re going to take me. Fighting will only make it harder for you.”

He turned his face away, breathing hard through his nose. I pushed the first finger in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle. He was hot inside, and even with the residual heat suppressant still in his system, his body responded — clenching, then gradually softening around the intrusion.

I added a second finger, scissoring them carefully, stretching him open while my other hand rested possessively on his hip.

“Look at me while I open you.”

He forced his eyes back to mine. They were glassy with a mix of anger and unwanted arousal. I curled my fingers and rubbed against that sensitive spot inside him. His hips jerked and a broken sound escaped his throat.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Your body knows who it belongs to even if your pride doesn’t.”

I worked him open for several long minutes — three fingers, slow and thorough, until he was panting and his c**k was leaking steadily onto his stomach. Only then did I pull my fingers free.

I pushed the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders and let the silk pool at my waist. Then I moved up his body, straddling his hips. I took his slick c**k in one hand and guided the head to my entrance.

Kai’s eyes widened.

“You’re going to stay still,” I ordered. “You don’t thrust. You don’t take. You only receive what I give you. Clear?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Master.”

I sank down onto him in one slow, continuous motion.

The stretch made both of us exhale — him in a choked sound, me in a low, satisfied sigh. He was thick and hot inside me, filling me completely. I rested there for a moment, fully seated, feeling him throb.

Then I began to move.

I rode him with deliberate control — rising until only the head remained inside, then sinking back down to take every inch. My hands rested on his chest, pinning him lightly. Every time his hips tried to lift, I pressed them back down to the mattress.

“I said stay still.”

He made a frustrated, needy noise but forced himself to obey. His fingers were white-knuckled on the headboard.

I f****d myself on his c**k at a steady, deep pace, grinding down on every downward stroke so the head rubbed against the spot that made my breath hitch. My breasts moved with the rhythm. I watched his face the entire time — the way his lips parted, the way his blue eyes stayed locked on me even when pleasure made them want to close.

“You’re taking me so well,” I said softly. “Even while you hate it. Even while your c**k is twitching inside me because it feels too good.”

Kai’s breathing turned ragged. “f**k… Master—”

“Louder.”

“Master,” he gasped as I sank down particularly hard.

I leaned forward, bracing one hand beside his head, and began to ride him faster. The wet sound of my body taking him filled the room. I reached between us with my free hand and rubbed my c**t in tight circles while I kept moving.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say,” I told him, voice starting to grow breathy. “No matter how close you get. No matter how good it feels. You hold it.”

His thighs trembled under me. I could feel him swelling even thicker inside me, fighting the order.

I kept the pace relentless — deep, controlled strokes that made his stomach flex and his c**k throb. Every time he got too close I slowed just enough to pull him back from the edge, then started again.

“Please,” he finally choked out, the word sounding like it cost him everything. “I can’t—”

“You can.” I ground down hard and rubbed my c**t faster. “You’ll take whatever I give you. You’ll come only when I allow it. Say it.”

“I’ll… come only when you allow it, Master.”

The broken obedience in his voice pushed me over.

I came hard around him, clenching tight, a long moan leaving my throat as pleasure rolled through me. I kept moving through it, using his c**k to draw out every pulse.

Only when the last wave faded did I look down at him again. He was shaking, c**k painfully hard inside me, eyes desperate.

I leaned down until my lips were near his ear.

“Come.”

The single word was all it took.

Kai’s back arched. A raw, broken cry tore out of him as he came deep inside me, pulsing hard, hips jerking despite his best efforts to stay still. I stayed seated fully on him, taking every pulse, feeling the hot flood of his release.

I didn’t move off him right away.

I stayed there, seated on his spent c**k, one hand stroking his damp silver hair back from his forehead while he trembled beneath me.

“Good boy,” I murmured. “You did exactly as you were told.”

His eyes were half-lidded, dazed, the last of his defiance temporarily burned out of him.