Content advisory: This chapter contains heightened sexual elements and power-play themes; readers uncomfortable with suggestive intimacy should consider skipping ahead.
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Sarit
I watched him from the rock, slowly, impatience taking me over and drowning me. It felt scintillating but also slow and agonizing.
He had come and started running his fingers over me, marking my skin with ink smears and fingerprints once more.
He seemed to revel in my hastened breath, how I reacted to him as if my body and soul were made for his alone. I can't say I had enough experience with this before him. I had detested the concept out of blind stubbornness, so now that I had begun to be utterly enchanted by this very thing myself, I could only wonder if it was normal for it to feel... this good.
This felt more than good, too perfect even.
"I love using your body as a canvas. It's so beautiful," he said in a raspy, deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"Hold still," he instructed while picking up some unfamiliar items. I bit my tongue to not argue or squirm, the desire was hard to ignore as he kept leading me on like this. I stared down at his body, wishing to tear off those clothes as well.
First, he put his hands around my neck and gently clipped something around it. I tried to peer down at it from under my chin as a small chime sound tickled my ears. I gave him a quizzical look, and he smiled, "It's a choker." He flicked what I noticed finally was a small bell, then he chuckled, amused with himself.
He saved me from my curiosity and said, "It's cute on you, it's a type of necklace decoration and this one reminded me of your personality." I wondered what this had to do with the moment, and I almost got sassy with him.
He hooked his finger under the choker and pulled, instantly our faces were but a breath apart.
"Tsk tsk, didn't we agree you were going to be good?"
"Yes, Khun," I responded, letting him take the charge. Anticipation prickled within me as I ached for him to go a step further, and I waited to see if he would.
"You didn't say sorry," he upped the game to a new level and continued, "you should be punished for even thinking bad thoughts."
I reached out and touched him, trying to provoke him. I released a low voice. "I dare you to."
I didn't need to tell him twice. He grabbed me by the chin and ordered, "Please me, you know how. That is not your punishment, that will happen at the same time, and it will not be as lenient." His husky voice made my eyes fog over, as I secretly wished he'd speak to me like this more often.
The next two hours were steady, intimate, and draining. More so for me than him. I didn't dislike it though. He pulled out an actual canvas, set up a makeshift base and told me how he wanted me to pose.
In between almost every stroke of his brush, he would pause and leave small red marks on my skin. He took a long satin ribbon and tied it around me in little bows and positions until he was satisfied.
I leaned into every touch of his, glancing over at his painting, wondering how much he had finished.
I nuzzled his wrist and palm as he leaned over me again with something new. He pulled out a bottle and said, "Time for the real fun to begin. Drink it."
I glanced at the slight shimmery hue of the bottle, reading the faint word "pleasure." I pulled off the cap with my mouth, enjoying the way he looked at me at the sight of my move. Only then I asked, "What is it?" I had an idea, but wanted him to confirm it. He confirmed my suspicion, and I almost snickered at the thought of him offering such a thing to a siren.
I let him pour it into my mouth. I met his eyes and nodded before I gulped it down. I figured it would take a while to work, and wondered if it had any special effect on sirens. Clearly it did, as time went on I found myself shifting and squirming.
"Chada... give me more," I mumbled, unable to reach for him because of the ribbons.
"More of what?" he asked, though he already knew.
"Everything. I want more of the drink, I want more of you." I pleaded with my expression.
"Only if you tell me you're mine alone," he said, putting his fingers in my mouth before giving me a kiss that left me wanting more.
I almost said it, the words dancing upon my lips, then I bit them and said, "I belong to no one."
He laughed, nodding his head and still reaching for the drink. "Sit," he said, pointing down off the rocks onto a softer area. When I did so without argument, he cooed at me, kissing me until I was in a daze. I leaned on him for support as I admired his chest. He noticed and asked, "Having bad thoughts again?"
I smirked at the challenge and nodded.
I didn't expect him to say confidently, "I am going to make you lose your mind." He tilted my chin and made me chug down another bottle, the speed of it making it spill and trickle down my body.
I knew he made it spill on purpose but pretended otherwise when he said, "Bad boy, you need to learn how to take it like a well trained boy." He then playfully, but firmer than it seemed, tapped my lower body.
I could only admire the way his muscles flexed as he moved and my body thrummed with the sensation. I let out a small sharp breath and waited in anticipation for what he'd decide to do next.
"You really need a deeper punishment now to correct these behaviors of yours. You're going to tell me everything you did 'wrong' today that went against our deal and you're going to repent for every single one. If you miss one you will have to repeat it all again do you understand?"
His mock authoritative voice made my skin burn and I instinctively felt like obeying. I nodded my head.
"Say it verbally," he added, while letting his hand wander along my body as he pleased. The sensation distracted me as he teased me and added another warning touch. "I enjoy how your skin ripples so I suggest you answer me."
Never had he looked so wolfish as he did now. I almost questioned if he was really human. "Y-yes, Khun," I finally stuttered, not out of fear but something else.
"Oh and one more thing," he continued, "You must beg me for every punishment and then thank me for it and for correcting your ways."