"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are."
"I'm a good girl?" I whispered.
He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
My eyes glistened with his reflection.
"I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll...
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TW: FULL ON SMUT (18+) NOT VANILLA
Riley
"Paris...?" I whispered as I entered the dark room, heart pounding at the menacing silence. "Paris? Are you in here?"
All my ears met were silence, and I was about to exit—to look somewhere else...
But I was shoved against the wall suddenly, crying out, though it was muffled by a hand.
"Shhh..." Paris murmured, voice low, "don't scream."
What was he doing? And why was it so dark in here?
But it only took a moment before I felt his hand slip in between my thighs, and I clenched.
Fuck... he was going to tease me in the beginning?
Goddamn it.
Why was I comfortable with this...?
"I'm going to take you tonight," he whispered in my ear, still covering my mouth as warmth pooled in my belly. "I'm going to take you and make you mine, will you let me?"
I nodded numbly, heart pounding.
"Good," he responded. "Now I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to be a good girl and be quiet."
I nodded.
And he took his hand away from my mouth, me keeping my head to the wall as little whimpers escaped my lips from his delicate stroking.
He leaned forward, me closing my eyes while I waited for the kiss, but he only whispered, "Let the games begin. Do you want to see who will win this game?"
I nodded despite knowing he would win.
He clearly formed it that way; the role of a dominant.
"Say it aloud like a good girl."
I winced as he kept stroking ever-so-gently. "Yes, please."
And I was pulled away from the wall suddenly, and yelped when I landed on his bed, Paris climbing on top of the sheets while I stared up at him.
"Does it have to be dark?" I asked him.
"You're not allowed to see what I'm doing," he answered, pulling some ropes up from the sides of his bed, "so yes."
I stared up at the ceiling while he fumbled with the bindings.
And I gasped when he harshly caught my arm and wrapped the rope tightly around my wrist, shining his flashlight on my hand while pressing his finger to the skin, clearly making sure the bindings weren't cutting off my circulation.
I wouldn't be able to fight him with my arms tied above me.
When he was in the clear, he moved to my other arm.
