Caellum?

CAELLUM’S POV
I watched Naledi get up from the floor with a storm in her eyes.
We held each other’s gaze, unbending, challenging and uncomforming.
She had a choice. She could walk away from this and it would all be over. No questions asked.
“How do I know they will be safe?” She asked in a moment of hesitation.
As her mouth moved, all I could see was her lips on Matteo. I wanted to bleach my eyes, to unsee what she had done. But that was impossible.
“You have my word,” I stated firmly, thinking of the many ways I could wash off the thought of Matteo and his Godforsaken kiss from her memory.
The only man she needed to be thinking about was me. And I was going to make sure of that. Whether she liked it or not.
Naledi took off her clothes, piece by piece while maintaining eye contact. My blood boiled as I tethered between rage and lust at the perfection before me.
When she was down to her underwear, she stopped and stood in her lace black panties. Her skin was flawless with birthmarks and faint scars.
I walked around her like a possessed man, rocking a boner and thinking of the many ways I could make her mine. She was mine to claim, mine to possess, mine to own. I was going to drill that into her in more ways than one.
Naledi didn’t cower around me. A sick part of me hated that. I wanted to see her affected by me. Like every lady on this darned planet. There and then, I gave myself a goal. To make her want and adore me before the close of the day.
And I had every plan to deliver on that.
I stretched an arm to her, and she hesitated for a bit before taking my hand. I walked her into my closet, past the clothes and other items before getting to a secret door.
“W-what is this?” She asked, and for the first time ever, I tasted her fear in the air.
“Your punishment. Your punishment for giving another what was meant for me.” My tone was soft, a purr.
Her hands tightened around me and I could tell she was nervous. My body acted on instinct. “Do you trust me?”
I didn’t know what I was expecting, but the words were out before I could stop them. She didn’t answer, and that somehow managed to hurt more.
I walked her into my secret red-themed room, a bed laid in the middle of the room and I navigated her towards it. Seeing her half-naked on my bed made the last bit of my fantasy come to place.
“Are you ready?” I asked again, and this time, I waited for an answer.
Naledi’s breath shallowed, and our eyes met. “Yes,”
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[NALEDI’S POV]
I watched Caellum drop his robe and made his way to a drawer at the bedside.
He brought out two things – A blindfold and a handcuff with a feathery strap. I closed my thigh as anticipation ran through my body, turning me on in ways I never expected.
Caellum stood before me, his eyes rummaging through every bit of my body, as though he was committing them to memory.
Our eyes met and he swallowed. “I will not do what you do not allow, Naledi.” His tone was thick with restraint.
I remained silent. Tongue-tied. What could I say to that?
“I’ll need you to use your words.”
I took a deep breath. Gone was the rebellious woman I had grown to be. Right now, with the sparks that danced on my skin and the room’s darkness, I wanted to let loose. Test the waters. Feel something more than anger.
I was going to do this once. Taste what he had to offer and walk away, knowing I had a taste, however cruel. He was still my mate.
“I said I’ll do anything.” I cleared my throat, “I meant that.”
“Good. Because I have every plan of making do of my words.” A smirk stretched his lips. “Hold out your hands, Mia Cara.”
I swallowed and stretched out my hands. I felt the bonds as he placed them over my wrists, and snapped them shut.
“Stay still.” He said and carried me bridal style, placing me at the edge of the bed.
The atmosphere sizzled with tension, nerves and anticipation. Our bodies sparked and the delicious currents that flowed made it impossible for my core to be dry.
A growl left Caellum’s lips as he sniffed the air that reeked of my arousal. My heart thumped when I was clicked shut, and tied against the bed.
“This is your punishment.” His nose flared, “You belong to me, Naledi. And today, I will claim every part of your body with my lips. I’d wanted to slowly take what is mine, but seeing you were in such haste to give what was mine to another, I figured I might as well start.”
“You will not touch me, or see me all through this exercise. You are only permitted to feel. To feel the torture you put me through when you kissed my second in my presence.” His eyebrows twitched, “Here’s the fun part. If you as little as touch me this exercise, the woman and child dies.”
“What?”
Before I could process his words, I felt the blindfold come around my eyes and I swallowed hard. A few seconds passed, and then some more, while I sat, waiting for him to effect the punishment.
That was when I felt it – his lips, from the tip of my toes up to my thighs.
Caellum peppered kisses that elicited fire in my body. The butterflies in my stomach set loose, flapping their fluttery wings in joy. As he neared my core, my anticipation grew, and so did my need to feel something more than his lips.
I fisted the sheets around me, hating myself for liking it – for wanting more.
Caellum placed a soft kiss on my core. I remained still as his lips lingered. Not kissing or anything else. He just stayed there, and just when I thought I’d had it, he started.
Kissing, licking, sucking. Driving me crazy all at once. Torturing me with the pleasure his lips could provide, but refusing to let me go over the edge.
Electric currents from my core, mixed with the tingly sensations his lips provided sent my senses on an overdrive. And just when I wanted to wrap my legs around him, force him to do something more, he withdrew, leaving me high, dry and frustrated.
“Caellum?” I struggled against the bonds, but I knew he was there. I could hear his ragged breathing.
“I’ll forgive you this once.” He said, “Sit in here and ponder your choices tonight, Naledi.”
I heard him move and I shook my head. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer. The sound of the door shutting told me all I needed to know. He was gone. He tied me up here and left me like a fucking pet. This was it. His punishment.