Sweet Hatred
Chapter 81: "Beg for it" (18+)

Chapter 81: "Beg for it" (18+)

(Tag; Femdom-ish)

ARIA

I wasn’t used to doing this first. Taking charge like this. In fact I thought my own boldness startled me a little bit. I couldn’t let him watch me. It was too embarrassing.

He laid there, chest rising and falling like he’d run a damn marathon—and I hadn’t even touched him properly yet.

Still flushed from earlier, Kael’s hair was a complete mess, his lips parted, eyes hungry like a wolf just barely leashed. But not for long.

"I’m blindfolding you," I murmured, trying to sound in control while looking for something to use.

His brows lifted, lips curling into something smug. "Shy now, firefly?"

I didn’t answer. I just leaned in and tied a tie I found around his eyes, knotting it tight.

"No peeking," I warned, my voice a whisper near his ear. "If you watch me, I’ll lose my nerve."

"Fuck," he breathed out. "You know I love watching you."

"I know," I whispered back, straddling his lap just enough to feel him twitch beneath me. "That’s why you’re not allowed to."

"Stay still," I said, voice low, threading the silk tie around through my fingers before leaning forward and blindfolding him.

He huffed a small laugh. "You’re serious?"

"You talk too much," I whispered, tightening the knot at the back of his head. "Don’t move. Don’t touch. Or I stop."

His jaw clenched. "Cruel little thing."

He said that like it wasn’t making him harder.

I dragged my fingers slowly down his chest, watching the way his abs tensed under my touch. My heart was pounding—I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t nervous—but the way he reacted to everything gave me power.

Pure. Addictive. Power.

I kissed the tip of his nose, then his neck, then his collarbone—lazy, slow, letting my lips barely graze. He sucked in a breath, his hips twitching up slightly like he couldn’t help himself.

"Mmm," I hummed, trailing lower. "You always act like you’re in charge... but look at you now."

He cursed under his breath and I smiled against his skin. I slid down his body again, planting kisses along his stomach, slow and teasing. I could see his muscles tighten, the way his fists clenched in the sheets, how every part of him was screaming to touch me. To see me.

But he stayed still. Because I told him to.

I knelt between his legs, pushing them apart with a little more force than necessary.

He hissed.

I took my time. Pulling down his sweatpants more. Dragged my fingers up his thighs, nails scraping his skin. I could see how hard he was—how desperate his body was to be touched—and it made something in me ache and thrill at the same time.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, already so hot and leaking for me. My mouth watered. God, he looked ruined already and I hadn’t even got to the fun part yet. I stroked him once—just once—and he cursed.

"God, Firefly..." he chuckled softly.

"I can feel how badly you want this," I said, lips ghosting the tip of his cock. "Poor Kael."

He let out a shaky breath. "Aria..."

"No," I whispered. "You don’t talk unless I let you."

He clenched his fists. I could tell he was dying to reach out, but the blindfold made him twitchier. The not knowing. The not seeing. The sheer need.

I kissed the tip. Just a soft brush of lips. Then a flick of my tongue, tasting him.

He jerked under me.

And then I pulled back with a devilsh smile.

"You want me to suck your cock, Kael?" I asked sweetly. "Use my mouth like the little toy you think I am?"

He groaned. "You fucking tease—"

Wrong answer. I slapped the side of his thigh, firm and fast. "Did I say you could talk?"

He stilled. Bit down hard on his bottom lip with a smirk.

"Good boy," I purred. "Now sit there and behave. I’m not even sure you deserve this yet."

I leaned in and gave the base a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Then dragged my tongue along the underside all the way up until I reached the head—and did nothing.

He groaned again, louder this time, hips twitching like he wanted to thrust, like he couldn’t fucking help himself.

"You’re shaking Kael." I teased, breath hot against the tip. "You’re that close already?"

"Firefly—fuck—don’t do this to me."

I grinned wickedly and finally... finally took the head into my mouth. Just the head. Just another taste. Enough to have him cursing under his breath.

"You okay, Kael?" I asked sweetly, pretending to be innocent. "You’re twitching a lot..."

"Is this your little getback?" he chuckled lightly then moaned. "You—fuck—"

I popped off with a lewd suck and smirked. "What’s wrong? Thought you liked edging people?"

His breath caught. "You’re testing me."

I took him in again, deeper this time. Hollowed my cheeks. Swirled my tongue. Slurping every inch of his dick my mouth could take. Listened to every gasp and moan like it was the most beautiful song in the world.

And then I stopped again. Let my hand replace my mouth, pumping him slow, cruel.

"Say please," I said softly testing his restraint.

He choked. "What?"

"Beg for it. Like you make me beg you for every release."

He didn’t answer at first.

I waited.

Kept my hand moving over his cock, slow and rhythmic, watching the way his jaw clenched like he could swallow down the need. Like if he just held out a little longer, he could keep what little control he had left.

But it was slipping. God, it was slipping.

"Kael..." I whispered his name like a warning and leaned closer, letting my lips brush over the tip again. "Say it. Or I stop. Right here."

His chest rose sharply. I could hear the war in his breath.

And then—he laughed. Soft and dark. "You think you can break me?"

"I already have," I purred. "You just don’t want to admit it."

He gritted his teeth. "I don’t beg."

"You will."

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