Fifty Shades of Narcissism - Dominance
'Sexist pig!'
Ryker dodges a vase then a heavy leather bound book. Sappho makes a grab for another weighty tome, hissing as her gauzy shawl gets in the way. Quick as a flash, Ryker darts forward and pins her against the wall. He seizes her wrists and pins them against the wall just above her head. She yelps in protest, struggling against his body.
'Get off!' Her eyes glint behind renegade black curls. Ryker simply smirks and lowers his mouth to kiss the pale column of her neck. Sappho's struggling ceases momentarily. Her pulse thrums there, sending invsible wafts of her exotic perfume into his nostrils - apple and cinnamon. It's spicy and fittingly seasonal. He allows his stubble to scratch lightly over her jaw and throat. She looks delicious tonight. They have just returned for her company's Christmas Ball and she is all dressed up in curve-hugging silk with diamonds at her throat and dripping from her ears.
'My woman,' he growls. No sooner have the words left his lips, perfect pearly teeth close around his ear and bite down until he cries out. He takes a small step back and she instantly squirms free, darting across the room in search of another projectile to aim at his head.
'I can't believe that you would treat me like that in front of all those people!' She shouts as she shrugs off her shawl and picks up a desk lamp. 'Showing me off like your little pet!' She lobs the desk lamp at him but he avoids it once again, prompting a squeal of rage from his lover. Ryker advances on her as she scrambles to find new weapons.
'That's exactly what you are. My prize.' He takes nother step and she backs away, growling like a cornered beast.
'Don't touch me,' Sappho warns him. Keeping her gaze on him, her hands pat along the table in search of ammunition. Her grip closes around a half-empty ringbinder and she tosses it desperately as he advances. It hits him square in the chest. It's heavy enough to leave a small bruise but not heavy enough to deter him.
He lets out an amused chuckle. 'You want to play? Fine. Let's play. But you already know the outcome.'
'Bastard!' Sappho hisses, flipping a chair over to create a barrier between them. There is an undeniable blush rising in her cheeks. A combination of fury and lust, perhaps? He hopes so.
Ryker kicks the chair acoss the floor and clears the path. His lover's jaw flexes determinedly. She won't give up without a fight. Good. This is far more entertaining than exchanging hollow pleasantries with the greedy reptiles that Sappho and her brother Connor work with. Sappho's back thumps against the wall. Nowhere to run to now...
He closes the gap between his body and hers, pressing himself as close as possible to her. She bites at his hand rather desperately as he brushes her curls away from her face. Ryker knows that she can feel his shaft against her flat belly, stiff and hot. The feeling of his arousal calms her once more, steadying her erratic attempts to free herself.
With an arrogant smirk he curls a finger under her chin and tilts her head up so that her gaze meets his. Her eyes darken instantly, pupils dilating. This time her bite is nothing more than a warning. A nip on the back of his thumb to assert herself under his impressive frame. Sappho's breaths huff against his skin, slowing steadily until they are even. She shakes sweetly.
'You know it's true so why deny it?' Ryker looks down at her as he uses his free hand to lift her dress up her calves and her thighs. Another warning growl from her but she stays absolutely still as his big hand slips inside her lacy panties to test her. Wet and warm. 'This is mine. All this belongs to me and anyone who tries to take you away from me,' he rolls his fingers over the throbbing pink nub, illiciting a moan from her, 'will pay for it.'
In the past, men have tried to seduce her and lead her astray but he's dealt with them. Secretly. Ruthlessly.
Now, Sappho pants quietly as his fingers delve inside her pulsing warmth. This kind of punishment, he finds, is the most effective. She must not rebel. He will allow it for a short while but when he grows bored he brings her to heel and she loves it. After a few minutes of keeping her dangerously close to oblivion, he rewards her with a drawn-out climax. His thumb coaxes her sweet spot while his fingers probe the part of her he knows will sooner or later make her weep with ecstasy. Wetness reaches his wrist, dampening the crisp white sleeve of his shirt. As her muscles clench around his fingers, her hands slide up into his hair. Triumphant chuckles prompt another short spasm in her abdomen.
Suddenly, she tugs sharply on his curls and shifts. He hadn't been expecting it. He had thought her weakened with the pleasure of his experienced hands but when his back hits the wall and her small body slams against his chest, he realises that it's another story entirely. Sappho's hand slides down to his belly.
'And you are mine. I fight to win, remember? And God help the girl who tries to take you from me.' As she speaks, her hands quickly unfasten his trousers and snake into his boxers to tease his straining manhood. When her smooth palm closes around his length, he decides it's not worth struggling to regain control. She's almost as good as him (better, she thinks).
Sappho's hand begins to pump him slowly at first, then quicker and quicker as his ragged breaths increase. His head rolls back against the wall and she kisses his exposed throat. Clear droplets slick her palm. Ryker cants his hips forward uselessly whenever he can, swaying on a knife's edge of white-hot bliss. Sappho strokes from the tip to the base just slow enough to keep him on the edge.
'Beg,' she says simply.
'No,' Ryker grates. Her hand stops entirely and he throbs in the absence of her soft skin. The weak whimper that he produces severs any ties he has with resistance.
'Please.'
Her hand - oh God, that hand - closes around him again and strokes and rubs and twists teasingly until he gives a rapturous cry and finishes into her waiting palm.
Sappho rises slowly on her tiptoes to press her full lips to his ear. Her whisper sends a shivr through him. 'I win.'