17. Mazituz

SEVENTEEN

Ipull back from her, staring at her completely at my mercy with that collar around her delicious little neck. The sight of it sparks feelings from deep within me that I've been holding back since the moment I saw her.

Not only do I feel the need to dominate her, but I feel the need to show her exactly what she just tried to walk away from. To show her what she would have missed out on if she had been successful.

But first, I need some answers.

"Why did you leave me?" I ask.

She stares at me, anger visible on her face. What could she possibly have to be angry about? I just saved her life.

"Speak," I command her.

She presses her lips into a thin line, an action meant to be taken only one way. Defiance.

"No?" I ask, smirking. "Is this how you thank someone for saving you from a slow and brutal death?"

Still nothing.

"You know, I can make this a lot worse for you if you don't start talking." I pause. "And trust me, if we go down that road, you'll wish I had left you to die back there."

Her eyes widen, and this seems to catch her attention.

"I was scared," she states, closing her mouth and looking away from me as if that is a sufficient answer.

"I think you're lying," I state, crossing my arms and waiting.

"Fine. I was sad. I miss the sun. The world I belong in."

I ignore that last line, pretending like it doesn't sting.

"You mean the world that imprisoned you?"

"Like you're doing right now? Like you've done since you saved me from those elves?"

"Have I hurt you? Have I made you do anything that you didn't want to do? I don't think so. In fact, I think you've been very comfortable with me."

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. Her apparent sadness does nothing to me, my anger taking over.

"You play the victim, but I've heard you laugh, seen you smile, witnessed you enjoying your life down here. What more do you need?"

"I don't belong here," she whispers.

"Says who?"

She looks at me, blinking.

"Me."

"Why?"

"I'm not like you. I'm a human."

"Are you done stating the obvious?"

She huffs, looking away once more. "What do you want from me?" she finally asks.

Rage courses through me. Isn't it obvious?

I crouch to her level, surveying her naked body. My hand drifts to her stomach, trailing my fingers up until I reach her breasts. I pinch one of her nipples, and she draws in a sharp breath.

"I want you," I whisper, feeling the anger turning into something much more raw. That feeling I've been suppressing creeps back in, and I can no longer hold myself back.

Her eyes widen as I lean in, taking her lips with mine. I feel her body tensing under my hand as I work her nipple between two fingers, the kiss deepening. I don't want to pull away, to leave the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, but I force myself to.

"Stand."

For a second, I think she's going to give me a hard time, but after a moment, she slowly rises, struggling to do as I say while tied up.

"Why can't you admit that you want me too?" I ask, walking in a slow circle around her and stopping once I'm facing her back.

When she doesn't answer, I trail a finger down her spine, pausing as I reach her tailbone before sliding my hand down and cupping her ass. I allow my hand to slip even further, reaching between her legs and running a finger along her slit.

She gasps, and the sound makes it nearly impossible to keep my control. But I hold myself back, knowing I need to go slow. Removing my hand, I walk back around her, looking her right in the eyes. She avoids my gaze, making me smile.

I lower onto my knees in front of her, bringing my face close as my tongue slithers out and makes contact with her skin. She clenches her legs together, but I pull them apart, my tongue traveling to reach the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Spreading her legs even further, I tease her, licking up and up until all it would take is one swipe for me to make her moan. But I retreat, tracing circles with my tongue while watching her try to maintain control.

"Don't you know that I can see how wet you are?" I ask, pulling away for just a moment. "There's no need to try to hide it."

She looks at me, her eyes emulating anger, but I can see right through it. I can see the lust hidden underneath.

"I can't help how my body reacts," she spits.

"I know." I smirk.

Lowering myself, I return to my rightful spot between her legs, only this time, I allow my hand to join in. I can no longer help myself as I trace her pussy lips with my finger, eliciting a shiver from Camille.

I have to taste her. My tongue quickly follows, making quick work of spreading her lips and delving right in. A soft moan escapes her just like I knew it would.

I slide my tongue up until I reach her clit, sucking it into my mouth and taking it in between my teeth. I clamp down just enough to shock her, but not nearly hard enough to hurt her.

Slowly letting her clit leave the grasp of my teeth, I let my tongue lash out, flicking it forward with a fierce speed that I doubt she's ever experienced before.

"Oh, gods," she whispers.

My fingers find her entrance, and I growl at what I find there. She's dripping wet, and I feel just how badly she wants me. Her moans fill my lair as I continue lapping at her, never letting up. The sounds fill me with intense satisfaction, and I continue worshiping her with my mouth.

Meanwhile, my fingers tease her, never touching that spot that she so badly wants me to touch.

"Please," she gasps.

I don't stop. I won't stop. She needs to feel the frustration I felt when I feared I could not get to her in time. The pain I felt when I heard her scream when I had no idea what was happening to her. And this is the only way I know how to make her understand.

I tug at her soft bud with my teeth, causing her to jerk away from me. Promptly, I pull her back in with a forcefulness that should warn her not to do that again.

She whimpers, which only makes me want to clamp down harder. She jerks again, and this time I pull away, slapping the inside of her thigh with such force that I'm sure my handprint will still be there tomorrow.

"Please," she begs again.

"Please what?" I tilt my head to the side.

Her face burns red, but she doesn't look away.

"Please what?" I insist.

She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip.

I continue watching her as I take my hand and slide it back to her entrance, circling it over and over. Finally, I take one finger and slowly insert just the tip of it.

"Is this what you want?" I ask her.

She nods quickly, and I can't help but chuckle.

"You're going to have to say it."

She pauses before shaking her head. I withdraw my finger, watching the look of disappointment wash over her face.

"Say it."

She bites her lip again, looking from me to my hand before opening her mouth.

"Yes, that's what I want."

"Good girl. See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

I don't wait for a response, instead rewarding her by reinserting my finger, this time letting it slide all the way in. Pumping it in and out, I continue watching her as she gasps, her fists clenching.

"More?" I ask with a smile.

"Yes!" she chokes out.

"Say please."

"Please!"

"Good, good." I nod, plunging a second finger into her.

I work them inside her, curling them to hit just the right spot, watching her tense, watching the bead of sweat dripping down her face. This right here, this is all I need. For now.

I pump my fingers into her, my speed increasing with each thrust. Her moans become louder and louder, and I see her precious control over herself has slipped.

"I need…" she trails off.

"You need what?"

"More! I need more!"

I slow my fingers, teasing her. She lets out a frustrated noise, and I delight in the sound.

"Please just fuck me already!" she shouts, eyes widening as if she didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Is that any way to speak to me?" I ask, stopping my fingers altogether but keeping them inside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, a frantic look in her eyes.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods, even fiercer than the last time.

"Ask nicely."

The frantic look turns into one of desperation, and this time she doesn't hesitate.

"Please let me come."

I waste no time, plunging my fingers in even faster, the only sounds in the cave being the squelching of my fingers and the soft cries escaping her. She lets her head fall back, and I can tell she's struggling to stand. Too bad.

I add a third finger, stretching her as I fuck her harder. She's so close. I feel it in the way her pussy pulses around me. Her legs begin to shake, and without letting up, I slowly push her back against the wall so she doesn't fall.

"Oh!" she screams.

"You like how my fingers feel inside you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"That's it, come for me," I command her. "Come for me, Camille."

Bringing my mouth back to her clit, my tongue flicks over her most sensitive spot as fast as it can go as she gushes around my fingers, her whole body quivering. I refuse to stop until every drop of her is coating my hand.

Finally, I pull away, withdrawing my fingers. I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean, watching her shudder one last time, the orgasm finally leaving her.

She looks at me with a lust-filled gaze, her heavy-lidded eyes glazing over.

"What about you?" she breathes, her eyes trailing down my body.