Ominis Gaunt Loves a Pureblood

8. Submission

 Sorsa Fossey POV

   Ominis starts by feeling me all over and pulls me up to stand before him. He's so handsome. Regal and beautiful. I can barely make him out in the dying light of the window and pull my want out, lighting the candles and fireplace.

   "Sorry, I forgot you might want to see." He murmurs. His voice is so husky, and his cheeks are flushed. Anxiety and excitement coil in my stomach. I can make out a bulge in his pants that makes me tremble.

   I'm wearing a casual outfit. Skirt, blouse, and cinch around my waist. He starts with the cinch, fingers feeling for the release. His brows knit, and he huffs. I let out a nervous giggle and guided his hands. He pulls it over my head when it's loose and throws it behind him. Next, he pulls my blouse over my head. I take a shaky breath. Gingerly, he reaches for me, hands bumping into my exposed breasts. He makes a pleased noise while he feels them, squeezing and massaging the tender flesh there. I moan when he thumbs my nipples.

   "Beautiful," He comments.

   He slides a hand around the small of my back and pulls me forward. With his hand's encouragement, I lift my chest and arch my back as I lean back. He dips his head and kisses the top of my right breast, then my left, alternating back and forth as he showers them in kisses. Eventually, his mouth finds my nipple, and he licks, causing me to shake. My heart rate increases rapidly as he takes the point in his mouth and sucks.

   "Oh," I huff. He chuckles against my breast.

   He pulls back and moves his hands to my face, one hand gripping my jaw. He's so beautiful. He somehow exudes confidence, a slight smirk on his face. He leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my mouth directly. I sigh into him, and he bites my lips. I feel lightheaded and half faint. He catches me, chuckling into my hair, and sets me on the edge of the bed, pressing me onto my back.

   "Always swooning, my Doll. What shall I do with you?" His condescending voice is back, making heat pool between my legs.

   "Sorry," I start, trying to lean forward, but he places his hands on my breasts again, evidently not finished with them, an irritated look on his face as he pushes me back.

   "Not finished with your perfect breasts, love." He mutters huskily.

   "They aren't perfect. There's a scar on my right one." I say, voice breathy and unsteady. He frowns.

   "Don't argue with me. I said they were perfect. If you argue again, I'll punish you." He mutters indignantly right before taking my other nipple into his mouth and sucking. Tingles flow straight to my ever-moistening slit. I moan heavily, and one of my hands instinctively tangles in his hair. This seems to please him.

   "I'll have to pick a fight with you more often," I reply. He bites my nipple in response, and I cry out. It felt much better than it should've, being bitten by Ominis.

   "Naughty Minx." He murmurs against my skin. I use the hand tangled in his hair to press him back into my breast. He chuckles, sucking on my nipple again.

   "I've always wanted to mess your hair up in passion," I comment. My voice is weak and husky. "Ominis, I want you."

   "I'm not through with you yet. I've thought this through carefully and won't be satisfied if denied." He commands.

   He leans up and kisses me. When he tries to pull away, I grip his hair, and he makes a surprised noise, a devilish expression crossing his face. He kisses me again, though, without complaint. When he pulls away, it's to remove my skirt, which he pulls down roughly along with my slip. I yelp in surprise and am given another devilish grin. My heart skips a beat. How does he do this to me? The fear of pain from losing my virginity is heavily overshadowed by my desire to beg him to fuck me now. I don't, though, and he hooks his fingers through my undergarment and pulls them down with much more gentleness. Nervously, I close my legs, and his hands pull my knees apart.