Heartprints in the Void
⊰ 30 ⊱ Shattering Control

A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps erupting across my skin as I fight the urge to utterly submit to his dominance, the way I always have. The way I always will.

"Look at me," he demands, cutting me off. My eyes flicker up to meet his hooded gaze, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Are you always this careless?"

His husky voice taunts me, both of us aware that he already knows the answer. He's simply giving himself an excuse to take what he wants. What we *both* want. "No," I lie, the word catching in my throat.

But it's a futile attempt at defiance. Around him I've never been careful. I've never been able to be. He's my protector, my safe haven. The one place I can let go and simply be. So, I lie, prettily disobeying him, yearning for the punishment I know will follow. Craving the way he used to take me, to claim me, when I *dared* to defy him.

His hand falls from the door, finding my neck and grasping it firmly. He tsks, a sadistic edge to the sound as he lowers his face to mine, his lips ghosting over my own. "What am I gonna do with you?" he muses, squeezing my throat in a silent command to be still.

Heat pools between my thighs, my body aching for his touch. "Please..." I whimper, desperation coloring my voice.

"You're mine," he growls, his grip tightening. "You belong to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I breathe, the words falling from my lips like a prayer.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You're not leaving me. Do you understand?"

I shudder, my heart stuttering in my chest. "I'm not leaving you," I promise, the words fierce and true. "I'm yours. Always."

Satisfied, he releases his hold on my throat, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed."

I obey without hesitation, moving to the edge of the bed and turning my back to him. My fingers tremble as I strip off my shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. I shimmy out of my jeans and panties, kicking them aside.

Completely bare, I crawl onto the bed, kneeling in the center, watching him through hooded eyes. He stalks toward the dresser, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a silver tie.

My breath hitches, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. He's going to tie me up, to render me helpless against him. The thought alone make me clench my thighs together, desperate for friction.

He joins me on the bed, kneeling before me. In one swift motion, he captures my wrists, pressing me back onto the mattress. A gasp escapes my lips as he straddles me, his deft fingers securing my wrists together.

I don't resist, submitting to him as he pins my hands above my head.

"If you move them, you'll be sorry," he warns, his voice a dark promise.

*I'll be sorry anyway...*

A whimper escapes me as he claims my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping my lips to tangle with my own. His hands skim down my sides, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they pebble under his touch. I arch into him, moaning softly as he breaks the kiss to blaze a trail down my throat, his teeth grazing my collarbone. He takes his time, worshiping every inch of my skin until I'm writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

*He knows exactly what to do to me. What did I just get myself into..?*

"Cade, please," I beg, my voice breathless and needy.

He looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he settles between my thighs. "Beg all you want," he purrs, his breath ghosting over my aching core. "It won't change what I'm going to do to you."

His hands snake under my thighs, pushing them apart, opening me to his hungry gaze. I watch, transfixed, as he lowers his head, his tongue darting out to flick against my clit.

A strangled cry tears from my throat, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He pins me down, his arms like steel bands around my thighs as he devours me, his tongue stroking and swirling, tenderly massaging my clit, driving me to the brink.

I throw my head back onto the bed, moaning, my hands clenching the pillow above me as I desperately try to hold still. My eyelids fall shut as I draw my lip between my teeth, desperate to suppress my cries. *Please, take me...*

I try with everything inside me not to, clenching my walls as I feel myself quickly approaching my climax, but it's rendered useless. "Cade, I'm going to..." My words dissolve into a keening wail as my orgasm slams into me, my body shaking with the force of it.

I come undone against his lips, my body jolting as he continues his assault on my pulsating and sensitive clit, mercilessly. His arms hold my legs down against their will, pulling my thighs further apart for him to tear another orgasm from me. "Cade, please!" I cry out, arching my back further as I desperately try not to move my arms from their position.

*If I move, he won't stop...FUCK!*

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my legs trembling as I feel a second wave crash over me, my body breaking in light sweat as I cry out, "Please, Cade! Please, no more..."

He doesn't stop.

My body craves him more, driving me to the edge again as tears well my eyes. I can't hold myself, my voice raw and broken, "Please, daddy... I can't take anymore..."

He stills at the slip of the word, a name I've called him once before, the title he tore from me the last time he tortured me this way, the last time he had me. His tongue lingers on my clit for a moment longer, his eyes lifting up to meet my own. *Did I just..? *

I'm at a loss for words, embarrassed as he slowly rises from between my legs. His arms release my legs from his hold, bringing his hand up to clean my juices from his chin. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face as he crawls up my body, hovering over me.

"Careful, love," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. "You don't want to start something you can't finish."

*What does that mean..?*

I swallow hard, my eyes widening as he sits back on his heels, my eyes widening at his fully erect member pressing against his sweats. A pool of pre-cum stains the front, constricting his full growth until he slips out of them. *Oh...*

He's big, bigger than I remember, and the sight of him makes my mouth water, my body clenching with desire.

In the next moment, he settles between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance. He teases me, sliding through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. *He's teasing me a—*

My eyes widen, gasping against his lips as I feel him sink into me, my walls instantly hugging him tightly as he pushes past my entrance. I take him whole, my breath caught in my lungs as his lips move to my ear and moan, "Fuck, Ely... You're so wet." He pulls out slowly, quickly pumping back inside of me.

"Ca_"

"It's okay," he groans against my ear, pulling out halfway, his hand holding my hip in place. "I won't cum inside you," his voice is husky and rough. "Unless you want me to...like the last time I had you."

My heart stutters at his words, the memories flooding back.

*He remembers. He remembers everything...*

He doesn't give me the opportunity to respond. He surges forward, burying himself inside me again in one swift thrust. I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as he fills me, stretches me, claims me.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine, driving into me over and over until I'm mindless with pleasure, babbling incoherently. But he doesn't slow down, doesn't stop. It's as if he's trying to make up for the past 3 years. Suddenly, the hold he has on my hip falls away, lowering to my leg where he hikes it up higher. My eyes cross as he angles me perfectly, hitting something inside me that I forgot existed.

*Oh...my...*

"That's it," he praises, his hand finding my clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles. "Cum for me, Ely. Let me feel you."

I shatter around him, my walls clenching down on his throbbing length as my release crashes over me, wave after wave of blinding ecstasy. I hardly notice when his hand moves to untie my wrists, and before I know it, my hands are flying to his back, pulling him closer to me.

"Come inside me, Daddy," I plead, my nails raking down his back. "Fill me up. Make me yours."

With a hoarse shout, he thrusts deep, spilling himself inside me, flooding me with his seed. I cling to him, trembling and gasping, as he collapses on top of me, his face burning in the crook of my neck.

His pace quickens, his lips breaking from my own and moving to my ear once more. "I love you," he groans into my ear. "I love you, Elysian."

For a long moment, we simply hold each other, our hearts pounding in unison, our breathing ragged. Then, he lifts his head, his eyes finding mine.

"I love you," he says, his voice soft but firm. "You're mine."

"I love you," I echo, the words a solemn vow. "I'm yours."