New Neighbor Pt 4

Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.

“You did good tonight,” she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. “Better than I expected.”

I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. “Is that a compliment, or a challenge?”

“A bit of both.” She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. “Zeke.”

“Yeah?”

She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.

“I want you to dominate me, now.”

I blinked. “Wait. What?”

“You heard me.”

My heart thundered in my chest, not from arousal—though that was there too, obviously—but from sheer surprise.

“You mean like… now?”

“No.” She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Yes, tonight. If you want to.”

I swallowed. “Selene, I’ve never— I don’t know how to do that. I mean, you know I've never gone further than opening the door for a woman.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “I won’t make you do something you aren't comfortable doing”

“But what if I screw it up?”

Her expression softened, impossibly warm for someone who once made me beg all night.

“You won’t.” Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently. “I’ll tell you what I like. What I need. But you’re the one who’ll decide how it happens. I’ll follow you.”

I stared at her, not because I didn’t believe her—but because I did.

“And if I get it wrong?” I asked quietly.

She smiled. Really smiled. Not her usual devilish grin. This one was... honest.

“Then I’ll show you how to get it right.”

I let the silence stretch, my hands resting on her thighs, my pulse wild beneath her.

This was more than sex.

It was trust.

It was power, one I had never been offered before in my life.

And damn it, I wanted it.

“You’re sure?” I asked one last time.

Selene leaned down until our foreheads touched. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I kissed her, deep and slow. Then pulled back and whispered against her mouth—

“Then show me how to make you feel good, goddess.”

Selene lay back on the bed, hair fanned out like a halo of ink, wrists resting loosely above her head.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted, kneeling between her thighs. My voice was rougher than I expected. Already changed. Already darker.

She smiled, lazy and smug. “I want you to learn me.”

God, she made it sound sacred.

I reached for her hands, guided them to the headboard.

“Keep them there,” I said.

Her brows lifted.

I leaned in, kissed her collarbone. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”

The flush that spread across her cheeks wasn’t embarrassment—it was pure arousal.

“Oh,” she whispered, eyes dilating. “Yes, sir.”

Fuck.

That did something to me.

I found a silk tie from the nightstand, not wanting to use the same cuffs on she used on me on her.

I bound her wrists tight but not too tight and she watched me intently, accessing every move I took.

“You good?”

She nodded, then said sweetly, “I’ll be better when you stop talking and start fucking do you bidding to me.”

I smiled. “Brat.”

Her eyes flared.

I dragged her panties down her thighs, so slowly it made her squirm, when the fabric was fully discarded I turned her over slightly, outlining her ass before spanking it hard.

She gasped, eyes going wide. Her mouth fell open.

“You like that?” I asked.

She hesitated—then nodded, cheeks flushed.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “More.”

I spanked her again, a little harder a cheek at a time, and each time my palm made contact with her ass, she jolted, hips buckling eagerly.

“You like being punished?” I asked, kneeling behind her, pushing her thighs apart.

“I like it when it’s you.” Her voice was ragged. “You make me feel... out of control.”

A sense of confidence clouds me as I chuckled low. “I’m glad you do.”

I slid my fingers over her soaked folds, circling her clit but never touching it directly. She writhed, biting her lip.

“Zeke—”

“Shhh.” I leaned down, breath hot against her center. “I’m going to try what you did to me to you.”

Her head snapped back. “What?”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted.” My fingers teased her entrance, slipping in just enough to make her moan. “You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?”

She growled in disappointment and I laughed. “So sensitive already. What would happen if I just... left you like this?”

“Zeke,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare—”

I pulled away.

She whimpered.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “That’s your kink.”

Her eyes burned. “Stop it, Zeke. Touch me already.”

“if that’s what is you want.”

I dropped between between her thighs, my tongue coming in contact with her dripping pussy and I lapped on it likes u had something to prove.

My middle and index fingers plunge deep into her pussy as my tongue latches on.

“God, Zeke. Don't stop, please.”

“Zeke—I’m close—I’m—”

I stopped.

She screamed in frustration. “You bastard.”

I grinned. “Say ‘please.’”

“Fuck you.”

I spanked her again.

“Please!” she moaned. “Please let me come. I need it—I need you.”

That’s all it took.

I buried my face back in her pussy and didn’t stop until she, came in my mouth screaming my name like it hurt to say it.

Her legs shook around my shoulders, her wrists strained against the tie as I continued to lap her juices like a thirsty caveman. she collapsed into the bed, completely wrecked, I kissed her inner thigh like a gentleman.

“You okay?” I whispered.

She looked at me with pure awe. “What the hell did you just do to me?”

I smirked.

“Followed your teachings.”

She hadn’t stopped shaking. Sprawled across the bed, wrists still bound, mouth parted in pure wreckage.

I didn’t give her long.

“Not done,” I said, crawling up her body.

Her eyes fluttered open, and I saw it: that bratty little spark that refused to stay ruined.

“Again?” she teased, breathless. “I thought this was your first time.”

I grabbed her chin, forced her to look at me. “Don’t test me, sweetheart.”

She smirked, all sin. “Or what?”

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“I’ll eat your pussy you until you’re crying. I’ll make you beg so sweet your voice breaks.”

Her breath hitched.

And fuck if that didn’t make my cock throb.

I kissed her, slow and filthy then slid two fingers inside her while my thumb circled her clit just enough to tease.

Her legs clenched.

“Zeke—”

“Not yet.”

I brought her to the brink, over and over—watching her twist beneath me, her body desperate, mind unravelling.

She was sobbing.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, I can’t—Zeke, please let me come.”

I held still, just inside her, watching her fall apart.

“Say you’re mine.”

She choked out a breath. “I’m yours.”

“Say you’re my good girl.”

She trembled. “I’m your good girl.”

“Beg.”

She cracked.

“Please, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please make me come. I’ll be so good—I’ll do whatever you want—just please fuck me.”

That snapped something in me.

I untied her wrists, flipped her over, and dragged her ass up with a firm hand.

“Hands on the headboard. Don’t move.”

“Yes, sir.”

I lined up behind her and slid in.

Fuck, I am actually having sex and she feels so good taking my cock inch by inch, her pussy swallowing me completely.

“Oh my god—”

“You feel that?” I growled against her shoulder, slamming in harder now. “That’s mine.”

I slammed faster into her, gripping her hips then reached up to wrap a hand around her throat.

She matched my pace with the same intensity, fucking me back as her pussy tightened around my cock.

“Louder,” I said. “I want everyone to know who’s fucking you.”

“Zeke”

I pulled out, rolled her over, and sat back on the bed.

“Ride me.”

She blinked, dazed and wrecked. “What?”

“You said you’d do anything.” I gripped her hips and dragged her over me. “Show me.”

She slid down onto me with a broken moan, thighs trembling, body already fried.

But damn—she still rode me like a queen.

I let her take over, just for a minute.

Catching one of her tits in my mouth as she bounced on my cock and her mouth parted like she couldn’t believe how deep I reached.

I wrapped a hand back around her throat and whispered:

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she gasped. “Only yours.”

“And what are you?”

She moaned louder. “Your good girl.”

“No,” I growled, grabbing her ass and slamming her down harder.

“You’re mine.”

Her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed into my chest, shaking, crying out my name like a prayer.

And I held her there, my arms wrapped tightly around her and my cock still rock hard inside her.

“Holy shit,” I whispered into her hair.

She chuckled weakly. “First time huh?”

Fuck, I am in love and addicted.