Awake | Book 1 of the AWAKE Series | (BWWM)

Chapter Ten

Karter

            My breath catches in my throat when I mentally replay what she’s said. The fact that my girl is a virgin fills me with pride and makes me stiffen in my sweats. It was never a big deal before I found out, but now that I know, I refuse to let any other man take possession of something so special.

The pride I feel however is accompanied by a small tinge of panic. Here I am talking about punishments and scaring her half to death. Her voice damn near squeaked when she told me of her status. Nice going Karter.

I put on my heart stopping grin to soothe her and gently run my hand down the side of her face until I’m cupping her chin. Her eyes flutter closed, not even questioning my lack of response. Her submission to me makes me harder than I was before. The simple fact that she has no idea what I’m going to do, what with my talk of punishments just seconds before, and yet she still trusts me is surreal. I can’t stop the proud smile that spreads across my face and I’m glad she has her eyes closed. The Moon Goddess really picked the perfect woman for me.

I kiss the sides of her mouth, ever so lightly touching the corners of her lips with my own before planting a soft kiss on her nose. I pull away, letting my hand glide from her chin to the back of her neck and down her back, resting at the center of it. She lets out a choppy breath and cautiously opens her eyes to look at me.

“That’s it?” she asks, “That’s my punishment?”

The look of surprise she gives me makes me laugh and I take a step back from her, resting on the table behind me. Initially, I was going to take it all back but seeing the lack of fear and almost disappointment on her face I decide against it.

“Punishment isn’t always about pain Rose. Sometimes it’s the sweet sweet torture of denial,” I explain.

She looks like she’s deep in thought and I realize she’s really green. Not only is she a virgin but I assume she’s never read smut or watched porn or else she’d know.

The sadist in me enjoys the idea of corrupting her, taking this innocent piece of clay and molding her to fit my every need, every desire. And she’ll do it with a smile on her face simply because it pleases me. The thought of making her completely surrender to me in every way gets me lost. I can see it in my mind. Her sprawled out beneath me, bound and completely open, waiting for me to take her any way I see fit. Begging for me and screaming for me when I finally give her what she asked for. The image sends chills down my spine.

“What does that do for you?” she asks, bringing me out of my dirty fantasy.

“Control, it turns me on. I love the idea of possessing you in every way possible. I want you at my mercy, completely bending to my will. Giving me everything you have until there’s nothing left. I want every breath you inhale and every thought you have to be filled with me, every ache you have I want it to be there because I caused it. I want you to want me to fuck you until you’re sore,” even though I see her eyes widen I continue, “Every. Single. Night.”

She looks frightened by my outburst and knowing I caused that in her makes me want to take it back, to make it right. But the more selfish part of me knows that it’s better she hears it now and knows what she’s getting into.

For a while she’s silent and I almost miss the scent of her arousal that punishes my nose thanks to the running thoughts in my mind. It’s the sweetest smell I’ve ever had the pleasure of scenting. Like citrus fruits but it’s not sickeningly sweet, there’s a natural scent that evens it out and makes it alluring and mouthwatering.

When I look over at her she’s squeezing her thighs together slightly. Without my enhanced senses I would’ve missed all of the signs, she liked everything I said. Not only did she like it, but she wants it just as badly as I do.