The Tyrant's Pet

<strong>[Warning: Mature content ahead.]</strong>

"The next time she interrupts me... I will kill her."

Aries's heart thudded, but before she knew it, Abel locked his grip around her waist and stood up. She wrapped her legs around his hips on instinct, clutching his shoulder lightly.

"What are you doing?" came out a nervous voice, wide-eyed.

Abel simpered and arched a brow slightly. "Cling to me. I'll be furious if I pulled out... accidentally."

Aries froze on the spot at the dread that went up his spine. She clung to him as instructed, locking her legs around his hips and holding her arm securely around his neck. Abel walked around the bed slowly and carefully. He still held her waist with his arm, but it wasn't tight enough to stop her from moving down at each step.

"Ah..." she breathed out heavily through her open mouth, feeling the tip of his erection reach the deepest part of her wall. She would move up, carrying her weight, only to slide down slightly at each step.

"Abel..." she called out under her breath, resting her chin on his shoulder. "What are you..."

Aries looked back to see if he was planning to lie her down on the bed. Much to her surprise, Abel just bent over to pick up the bell beside the empty teacup the servant brought in. He held the strings on top of the bell and then smirked at her.

"Don't move so much, darling," he mused. "The servant is just right outside, and she will enter once this bell rings."

Aries nearly choked on her own breathing, frozen on the spot. "Put -- put me down," she stuttered with trembling lips, tipping her head back onto the bed.

"On the bed, Abel. Let's just..." her heart dropped to her stomach when he shook his head.

"Stay still, darling." Abel clasped the bell in his hand, pressing the bell inside with his finger so it won't ring. He arched a brow as he glanced down at her, and that was Aries' cue to secure her grip around him. "Don't let go, my Aries, or we'll do it on the bed."

His eyelids drooped when her eyes lit up, smirking. "Trust me. You don't like it on the bed."

Her back stiffened, looking back at him with the same wide eyes. Aries knew Abel so much that she was aware he was speaking nothing but the truth. She might not know the reason why the bed wouldn't be a good idea, but she knew it wasn't if he said it wasn't.

"Don't punish me like this..." she whispered, tightening her limbs around him as he sauntered towards the door. "I won't do it again... I promise."

"Heh. You just clenched around me, dear." Abel chuckled, eyes glinting when he was a step away from the shut door. He said nothing when he pressed his body against her, sliding his arm away from around her waist and pinning her back against the door.

"Ah..." she gasped, looking up at him with shaking eyes.

Abel raised the bell in between them, holding the string in between his thumb and index, smirking deviously but charmingly. It was unfair, she thought. How could he look so good, even though he was obviously punishing her?

"Darling, didn't the servant say she will come in if this bell rings?" he dawdled, lips stretching even broader and more wicked. "I'll tell you why the bed is a bad idea."

Aries raised her brows while her eyes followed where the bell was going. Her jaw dropped when she could no longer see the bell, only to feel the string hanging on her toe.

"What -- ah...!" Aries clutched his shoulder when he suddenly pounded his hips, thrusting hard and rough, making the ring bell that was hanging on her toe ring.

"My lady  --"

Aries felt the door on her back push open, only for it to close, when Abel slammed his palm against it. She panted for air, looking back at Abel. Her mind felt like being torn, knowing just right outside this door, there was a maid who was trying to open it.

Abel grinned wickedly, holding her wrists over her head and pinning them against the door. His foot advanced, using it as a stopper so the person on the other side wouldn't open it.

"Shh..." he leaned to her ears, getting even more excited with the situation. "If she hears you, letting out painful moans, she'll surely do everything she can to barge in. The moment she did, her head will roll... I promise."

Her breath hitched, nodding in understanding.

"Good girl." Abel placed a peck on her cheek, tracing kisses on her jaw up to her ear. He hissed and bit her earlobe, moving his hips slowly and steadily. He didn't want to threaten her, but... he couldn't help it.

He loved the thrill. Of course, he loved making love with her with no interruption and her mind focused on him. But there were times, such as this, for instance, that tugged something within him. Knowing she couldn't focus and was torn between pleasure and anxiety, and yet... her pool of moisture continued to overflow.

Aries liked the thrill with the thought of getting found out red-handed or getting away with it deep in her heart. It might not align with her 'principles,' and she might not admit it, but her canal said otherwise.

Abel thrust in and out slowly, making the bell ring in a constant beat. He observed her flustered face, eyes falling to her open mouth. She was breathing heavily, keeping her eyes on him, as if silently asking him for more.

"Happily," he whispered and the rest of his sentence drifted into her mouth as he tilted his head and claimed her lips, breaking her walls with every rough pound of his hips.

The ringing sound of the bell grew louder every time he thrust deeper with force; it would ring quicker every time he would pick up his pace. The knocks and the maid's worried voice would come from behind the door, but the sound of the ringing bell muffled it.