Some Nights | 18+ |

Some Nights

This is a one part story, as it also includes mature, sexual content. Along with knives and blood. Viewer discretion is advised.
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A girl in control is mind blowing. Knowing exactly how we like is, and the teasing is.. Fuck. The thought alone makes my jeans tighter.
This girl in front of me though. God she's a goddess. My goddess. With silver blonde hair that reaches just above her hips, with fair skin covered in my kisses of love. Her curves hung loose on the night gown made of silk and lace, fuck shes perfects.
"How are you feeling my love?" she purrs, locking her ice blue eyes into my own.
I watched her plumbed lips move to her words, plumbed pink lips that she licks before bringing it in for a bite. God that should be me biting those lips.
She chuckles, eyeing me down on the bed. My hands and legs are unable to move as the rope slightly digs into my wrist in the movement of eagerness. I'm eager to touch her. Not eager. It's a need.
"Athena.." I plead, "please."
She bites her lip once more, "Patients love."
Moving closer to me, she climbs on the bed trailing her long nails app along my skin. It burned, throbbed. My mind is going wild. I closed my eyes and groaned under her touch, listening to her purring chuckle.
The rope digs into my skin deeper as I tried to touch her. A pleasuring pain.
"Fuck," I groan more.
A cool sensation touches the skin of my chest. It stung of pleasure. Opening my eyes, to reveal a silver dagger. With vines of design coming off, a giant red ruby sat right before where the blade started. A small ruby line of blood came from my skin. A grin formed on her lips that she bit so hungrily. Fuck.
"Don't you worry love, I'll clean it up," she takes a damp cloth off the side table, cleaning it before kissing down the wound. Fuck me. Literally.
She took the knife, cutting the fabric of my jeans with ease. Her grin as she's able to slowly release the pressure off my clothes.
I whimper when she crawls off the bed. Internally demanding her to come back to bed.
"Come back," I finally demanded.
"Beg for me," she purrs.
"A king does not beg," I mumbled, as if I wasn't begging a few moments ago.
"As a king, you shouldn't be tied up like this either." She smiles as a growl leaves my throat.
"Athena," I slowly begin to lose my patience.
"Beg."
A strap slowly falls off her shoulder, releasing some of her beast. I lose my breath almost instantly.
"Athena," my voice slowly started to plead, as the rope digs deeper.
"Beg, love."
The other strap slowly starts to fall, allowing the gown to slowly fall completely off. She stood there, bare. Showing off the scars of the wars she's fought in.
"Beg," she said it once more.
"Please." I finally beg, "please Athena."
She smiles, crawling back on the bed. The knife was still in hand to cut off my shorts, revealing the full bugling from beneath. She grins more, tossing the clothing against the floor.
She climbs on top of me, lowering herself down onto me. I curse beneath my breath when she shivers. Slowly she moves her hips. It teases the pleasure. I try to pull the ropes off, but she's got them on too tight. I need to touch her.
"Don't hurt yourself my love," she sighs, continuing to move her hips slowly. Fuck she does this well. "Who is in control?" She leans down to whisper in my ear.
"Me," I groan, but she takes the knife against my throat.
"I said, who's in control?" She stopped moving her hips.
"You," I mumbled, low enough that she could barely hear.
"What was that?"
"You," I say louder.
"That's right. Me, and only me."
Fuck.
She moves her hips, moving in circular motions. The pleasure intensified with every movement. I can finish myself coming closer to my climax. But she slows her movements.
"You don't finish until I say you can," she keeps the knife against my neck.
"Athena please."
She only signs in her movements. Throwing her head back. I know she's feeling all sorts of pleasure. I knew this was my chance to break free. I'm the one who should be in control.
With all my strength, I managed to break the rope, not even caring for the blood of the drawing from my wrist and ankles. Taking the knife from her hands, flipping us over and the roles were reversed.
"Who's in control now," I growl into her ear. She gasps when the knife is now against her hip, and my free hand is against her throat. It glided against her, and she gasped even more.
"Fuck," I groaned, grinding against her slowly before tossing away the knife, tightly grabbing her thighs to deepen the connection.
She moaned, every time a little louder than the last with every second the pace quickens.
"Your mine." My voice growls before taking in the lip she constantly teased me with. And she sighs with the pull.
Her legs start to shake in the palm of my hand. She's starting to finish, so I slow down the pace and she whimpers.
"You don't finish until I tell you that you can finish darling."
"Azra, please," she begs. Her legs shaking even more until I feel her release around me.
"I told you weren't allowed to finish. Now you suffer the consequences."
I continue my movements, harder, faster. She gasped for air with every thrust. Every grunt. The bed creaks with the harsh movement as she cries out my name.
"Oh god," she whimpers. I growl at her words.
"Not god. Me. only I make you feel like this."
And with those words, her arousal was around my cock once more, mine leaking out along with her. Only for me to push it all back in with my fingers while lifting her hips.
"What are you doing?" she squeaks with laughter.
"I need an heir, don't I?" grining as I lean down, placing a harsh kiss upon her lips. Swallowing the moan releasing from her throat. She's mine. All mine.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. If there's any spelling mistakes or something that doesn't make sense, feel free to comment. Have a lovely reading. :)