The silence wasn’t empty. It was full, the kind of quiet that ca after sothing important had been said and both people were still holding it.
For a long ti, neither of them moved. His breathing steadied against her hair. Her tears dried on his shirt.
Then Dex let out a long, slow breath that she felt move through his whole chest.
"Now that we’ve handled the emotional crisis." His tone shifted to sothing darker. "We need to talk about sothing else."
Before she could ask, he sat up, flipping her across his lap in one fluid motion.
Dex’s large palm pressed down on her back, pinning her in place.
"Let’s start with Orosia." His fingers hooked into the hem of her dress, pulling it up roughly over her hips and bunching the fabric at her waist. The first spank landed hard, his hand cracking against her right cheek with a smack that made her yelp. The sting blood instantly, heat spreading across her skin.
"Ah! Dex," she gasped, squirming, but he held her firm, his thigh like iron beneath her.
Another spank followed, harder this ti.
"That’s for the unauthorized portal." Smack. "That’s for the decorative axe." Smack. "That’s for kicking a severed head at a High General."
"It was an accident," she choked out.
"Accidentally. With perfect aim. My father’s words, not mine."
He didn’t pause, his palm coming down three more tis in quick succession. "And that’s for fighting a Fae Queen. Without backup. In cuffs."
Then his hand moved to her heat, rubbing firm, coaxing circles, his touch both soothing and possessive. His fingers dipped lower, brushing the edge of her thong, pressing against the warmth building between her legs.
"And this," he said, his voice low and commanding as he rubbed her sore skin, kneading the tenderness, "is for the brunch speech."
She whimpered, her body trembling over his lap, the mix of pain and his insistent rubbing making her clench involuntarily.
"Say it. Say you’re mine. Not my friend. Not my brunch companion. Mine."
"I... I’m yours," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"That’s my girl." Dex spanked her once more, the slap echoing off the walls, making her jolt. "And the next ti Elara writes you a breakup speech, I’m putting her over Hale’s knee too. I’ll send a formal request."
She nodded, but his hand returned to caressing, gentler now, tracing the curves of her reddened skin.
His other hand smacked her ass again, and her hips bucked forward. He slid a finger inside of her.
"Wet for ," he said against her ear. "After that whole speech about friendship."
Serena didn’t answer, her face going scarlet. He wasn’t wrong though. This was turning her on and she wasn’t ready to examine why.
"That’s what I thought." He kissed the base of her spine. "Good. Because I’m not done." His palm rose and fell again, spanking her with renewed force. "I heard you were here yesterday and you didn’t tell ." The impact stung, and she squealed.
"Say you’re sorry and that you won’t do that again."
"I’m sorry, and I won’t do that again."
He ripped her thong in half, then began fucking her with his finger, in and out, his palm hitting her clit each thrust.
She gasped, stiffening. His boldness shocked her. But her back arched on its own and her hips chased it. Riding his hand, wanting more.
"Dex..."
She started to writhe on his finger, waves of ecstasy crashing through her body.
He groaned, feeling her pleasure through their matebond.
Dex pulled her upright, and ripped her dress, exposing her breasts, the cool air hardening her nipples. His eyes darkened at the sight of them.
Aegon:We do not rip dress rember.
Dexmon:Go to sleep.
He shredded the rest in one brutal pull, leaving her in nothing.
Through the matebond, his arousal crashed into her like a wave. Her body responded despite her mind’s screaming protest that twenty minutes ago she had been trying to friendzone this man, and now she was naked in his lap, and the cognitive dissonance was staggering.
He shifted her body, so he could open his pants. His thick cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head already leaking.
He picked her up by her waist and lowered her onto it, inch by inch. The stretch hurt and she winced.
Dex spread her apart, at the resistance. "That’s it. Take all of . Mine." He drove his hips up, so she swallowed him completely.
A scream tore from her at the burn, and she was now fully seated in his lap.
"This is what platonic feels like, by the way," he said in her ear. Dex smacked her ass again, causing her to tighten around him. "In case you were confused."
Her face heated.
Then he did sothing she was not expecting. Sothing she hadn’t heard of and didn’t know people did.
His finger pressed against her ass. She stiffened.
"Ride my dick, Serena. Now."
He didn’t wait and pushed his finger in. Serena squealed, her body tensing around the intrusion.
"Dex..."
He groaned feeling her tighten and he didn’t withdraw. Instead, he pushed it hard into her, getting her to lift herself until only the tip of him remained inside her, feeling the drag of him against every swollen inch. Then he pushed her back down in one slow roll.
It burned and felt wrong and invasive, but the pressure rose in her instantly.
He did it again, pushing his finger in her so she rose up. Again. And again. Each ti faster, each ti harder. Until she started chasing the friction that was building inside her like a fist tightening.
Her breasts were bouncing, and Dex grabbed one with his mouth, sucking it hard. The suction pulled a sound from her chest that she didn’t authorize.
She rocked forward into his mouth on instinct, chasing the sting of his teeth, wanting more of the sensation that kept short-circuiting her thoughts.
Heat spiraled from her breast straight down between her legs, tightening her around him, and the combination of his mouth and his cock buried inside her made her head swim.
"Just like that," he said against her breast.
He slid another finger in and she stiffened again, wincing. But her hips were already moving, and a noise escaped her throat that she couldn’t take back.
Her movents grew frantic, the pressure building deep within. The pain dissipating as pleasure took over.
She surrendered. She started riding him harder, faster, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"Now you’re moving for ."
Serena moaned, her orgasm rising.
"Dex... I’m going to cum," she breathed.
"Cum on my dick, baby."
She started to orgasm, and moaned his na.
He grunted, pumping himself into her at the sa ti. His pace with his finger matched his cock, both driving into her from opposite sides.
His eyes flared gold. His teeth were in her neck again, right over his mark, venom flooding her system.
The orgasm extended and went on and on. One minute. Two. Three.
Her body spasd around him and she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel.
✦✦✦
Serena stirred awake only to realize she was completely naked on top of Dex, his arms around her.
Her face went red. No. She would never get used to that. But her body was too sore to move for her to do anything about it.
"I love you, baby," Dex whispered. "So goddamn much."
"I love you too, Dex." She pressed her face into his chest. "What ti is it?"
Dex didn’t answer. Instead his arms tightened around her. "Baby, I don’t want you to go."
She swallowed. She didn’t want to go either, but she had to and they both knew it.
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