Power & Control

44: I Wanna Be Yours

~A

Power is addictive and sly. It implants itself into the minds of the weak in the most conniving way. Once you have a taste, you can never have enough.

Control is compelling and dizzying. It makes you feel untouchable, irresistible, unstoppable. Like anything you've ever wanted could be yours with a flick of your wrist. Giving it up feels impossible. Devastating, even. So you cling to it with all your might.

Each of these alone can be dangerous in the wrong hands. Each of these can make your wildest dreams come true if dealt right. Combine them, and you got a perfect potion for either success or failure.

One is acquired, the other is earned. Being handed either of them from someone without having to fight for them is the truest sign of unconditional, blind trust.

Tonight, I held all power and control in the palm of my hand. Tonight, he had let me have both.

"Please." His voice broke, resulting in a desperate plea as he looked up at me. His usually dark and intimidating gaze replaced with one of pure innocence, cobalt blue eyes wide and glassy.

Tied up to the metal bars of my bed by chains from his hands and collar, it was pretty impossible for him to reach for me. So he laid there, completely helpless yet evidently willing to do anything he was told. That excited me in ways I could never find the words to describe. The golden letters of his collar glistened around his neck in the dim light, reminding him what his place was whenever he'd accept me putting it on him.

"Please what, pet?" I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip, my palms rubbing against his trembling thighs softly, massaging the tense muscles. Niall breathed out heavily, looking up at the ceiling.

"Touch me. You already have me where you want me. Isn't that enough?" His jaw clenched, and I couldn't deny the pressure that was building in my stomach, especially when he was so painfully hard, his dick twitching from the lack of attention. I took my hands off him, leaning towards the nightstand to take out a bottle of coconut oil. He watched me intently, his attention mostly on my chest as I leaned over him. The purple push up bra I had on did a great job at complimenting what I had, so I didn't blame him for staring. I hovered above him, clicking my tongue in disapproval at his sass while shaking my head at him. His Adam's apple bobbing in his throat gave away that he instantly regretted giving me attitude, his cheeks flushed with colour.

"Have you no manners, Nikki? What happened to asking nicely?" His breath hitched at the feeling of my thumb swiping along his bottom lip. He was so incredibly sensitive to my touch, so ready for me, I was having trouble holding back.

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise..." He sighed the last word into my mouth once I kissed him softly, distracting him, making him want more. I traced his top lip with my tongue and he melted against me, opening his mouth to me to let me in. He didn't try taking over, letting me be the one to press my tongue against his first, deepening the slow kiss in a way that only made me wetter, but I wasn't gonna admit something like that to him when I had him exactly where I've wanted him for months.

"You're gonna do as I say?" I broke the kiss and pulled back, his head lifting off the pillow as far as the chain would let him as he tried to follow me. Breathing out in exasperation, he dropped his head back onto the pillow.

"Yes" He muttered, his jaw tense as he gulped.

"Because you're what?" I provoked him, pushing his limits as far as I could.

"I'm your plaything." He responded almost instantly, not a hint of hesitation. I smiled down at him, opening the coconut oil and pouring a good amount into my cupped hand before I rubbed the oil in my hands, warming it up.