He kicks out of his jeans, hurling them across the other side of the room. The sheer heat rolling off his body makes me want to weep. It feels incredible.
His hands move to my hips, his fingers pressing wickedly into my flesh. “You know you’re my toy, right? My pretty little fuck toy. My good girl. If you behave nicely for me, I’ll make sure I give you what you need.”
What do I need? I don’t even know myself. I feel like he does, though. I know that, if I trust him in this, even though I absolutely shouldn’t, I will feel better. As toxic as this whole thing is, I know that it will take the pain away. Not the pain in my body. The deeper pain. The one that will eat me alive given half a chance.
His grip tightens. I angle my hips back, trying to press myself against him, to gain a little friction between my body and his. I want to feel how hard he is, butting up against my pussy, but he rocks his hips back, tutting disapprovingly under his breath. “Nuh uh uh. Doesn’t work like that. You don’t just get to take what you want.”
“Please. God, please.” He curves himself over me, his skin meeting mine, chest against my back, sending an explosion of warmth through my body. His teeth find my shoulder and clamp down. I arch against him, my breath stuttering out of me in desperate gasps. “Pl…fuck, please!”
He traces his fingers down my spine, parting my ass cheeks again. This time, it’s his thumb that presses up against my asshole. My mouth falls open again. I wait for what I know is coming. His teeth release me…
“Brace.”
The sensation is sharp and immediate. My spine bows away from the desk, but there’s nowhere for me to go. The front of my hips scream as I lean into the wood and Pax slides his thumb inside me.
The oxygen streams up out of my lungs, rushing past my lips. I have no choice but to allow him in. And, fuck, it feels amazing.
“Good,” Pax whispers into my ear. “Relax so you can take it. Good girl. This is only the beginning.”
I whimper at the promise in his voice. I have no idea what he has planned for me, but I know I won’t be able to walk away from it. No matter how shitty he is to me, I won’t be able to say no to him. He’s the only thing keeping me afloat right now.
“Fuck, Chase. You have the prettiest little pussy.” He ducks down and licks me from behind, and I relax even more, melting into the desk. His tongue sweeps and circles my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. When he starts slowly sliding his thumb out of my ass and gradually pushing it back in again, I start to fall apart. I need him so freaking bad. He could tell me to do anything at this point and I’d do it without question. I’m his puppet, and he doesn’t even realize it.
“Pax. Omg…fuck, that feels so good.”
“I know,” he rumbles. “I’m gonna make you squirt like this. I want your come all over my tongue.”
“Oh my God.”
“He can’t help you now. For the next hour, you’re fucking mine.”
He uses his free hand to stroke and roll my clit, working it in tight, small circles again while he slides his tongue inside me. The combination of all three areas between my legs being stimulated is cataclysmic. I have no control over my own body as he licks, and sucks and teases me with both hands.
When I come, it isn’t a gradual build up. It’s a lightning bolt out of the blue, striking swift and deep. My eyes roll back into my head, and I moan so loud it could wake the dead. Pax doesn’t stop to reprimand me, though. He continues fucking me with his mouth and his fingers, working me into a frenzy, taking me higher and higher until it’s as though I’m rising up out of my own body.
“Fuck! Fuck, Pax! Oh my god, I—I’m co—coming so hard.”
“Good.” He drives his fingers inside me, rocking them back and forth, stroking me inside in a come here kind of motion, and the orgasm deepens.
How? Fucking…how is…he…doing that?
I can’t breathe. My legs can’t hold me up. I’m limp, completely out of control and sliding off the edge of the desk. Pax catches me up in his arms just before I sag to the ground. His hands are sticky with me. So is his face. I can smell myself all over him as he carries me to his bed…and dumps me down on top of it.
Looking down at me, his face is a thunderstorm. He looks angry, yes, but that’s nothing new. I expect him to look that way. It’s the seriousness in his eyes, the intense, fierce focus that takes me by surprise. The way he looks at me, like he can’t actually look away, as if he’s obsessed with what he’s seeing…I would never have expected to see that.
His chest, shoulders and stomach are pure, carved muscle wrapped in ink. He’s a masterpiece. There’s a reason the top fashion houses in the world fight for him to model for them. With his high cheekbones, his savagely cut jawline, piercing eyes, and rudely full mouth, he’s one of the most beautiful, feral creatures I’ve ever seen. So why, then, is he looking at me like I’m the trophy right now?
His top lip curls up, displaying clenched teeth. “My turn now, Firebrand.”
Four small words. They send a wash of adrenalin firing through me. There’s no time to ready myself. He falls on me like a lion feasting on a fresh kill. That’s precisely what I am to him in this moment: prey. And I don’t mind one little bit.
I had grand plans before I came here tonight. I planned that I was going to shove the asshole onto his back and climb on top of him. I wanted to pin him to the bed and ride him until he came, taking back some more control for myself, but the second that I try to flip over, Pax grabs me by the ankle and drags me down to the edge of the bed. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he demands. “Lift your ass up. Now.”
There’s no arguing with him when he issues an order like this. To disobey would be to displease him, and that would be disastrous. I boost my hips up, and the second I do, Pax slides two of his pillows underneath me so that my ass is raised. “Feet together. Knees open,” he commands.
A part of me feels ashamed by how vulnerable the position makes me. I’m totally bared to him; there isn’t a part of me that he can’t see like this. But I also feel liberated, and incredibly turned on. He’s heavy-lidded, clearly turned on, as he looks down at my pussy.
“Fuck, Chase. Fuck.” He runs his fingers down the center of me, parting me, hissing when he feels how wet I am. “You want my cock, don’t you?” he says.
“Yes.”
He nods. “Good. Always tell me the truth. You can lie to me with your words, but I’ll know. Your body’s always gonna give you away.”
I shiver as he slowly, slowly, slowly pushes a finger inside me; he watches my reaction, his expression raw, the wall between him and the outside world that’s usually so firmly locked in place lowered for the briefest of seconds.
Does he know? Does he realize how fucking magnificent he is when he lowers his guard? My chest pinches tightly at the sheer sight of him. His eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed, the muscles in his neck working as he stares right back at me, and I feel myself begin to slide down a perilous slope.
The moment’s broken when he blinks, looking back down at his own body. His erection stands free and proud, hard as hell and bobbing at his waist. He takes hold of himself, and even he can’t close his hand around the thick shaft.