Dex's words carry a warning. Whether he wants me to say yes or no, I can't be sure - but I can feel his fingers shaking against my neck. He's losing his grip. He's losing control. He's going to break more rules now. If I play my cards right, he'll break me.
I really fucking want him to break me.
But once again, Dexter wins over my own mind, and my lips open, the truth slipping out of the box I'd locked it in moments ago.
"Yes."
For a moment, everything stands still. I'm convinced I've imagined it all until Dexter finally lowers his lips to mine. His mouth makes it clear this is very much my reality.
Dex has never kissed me like this before. His lips devour me, deepening the desire I feel for him with each second his mouth is pressed to mine. My shaky hands find his cock and I whisper his name against his lips as I begin to jerk him off with needy , fast motions.
"Slow down," he growls into my mouth. "Or I'm going to fucking soak you..."
"Do it." I'm getting careless, but I can't fight it. Dex has awakened a hidden instinct inside me that demands the pain he's doling out so generously. "Fucking come already..."
"But I still want to have so much fun with you. You think I'll go easy on you tonight, Oakes? You saw the damage your father did to me." I touch my fingers to his back and he winces before going on. "And now, I'm going to take out all that frustration on you. My toy. Willing or unwilling, it doesn't matter to me. As long as you're screaming my name in pleasure, I'll take it as consent."
He pushes away from the wall, allowing me to catch my breath. Dex slides his pants off. His cock bounces free, thick and swollen with his desire for me.
"Fuck," I whisper. "I always forget how big you are, Dex..."
"Quiet." He turns me around so my front is against the wall. "Spread your ass for me. I want to look at your tight little asshole while I jerk myself off."
His dirty words make my head spin, but what's even more shocking is that I obey instantly, giving him what he asked for and silently hoping he'll take even more from me.
I spread the globes of my ass and Dexter chuckles darkly. I hear him spitting. It makes me gasp. The half second before I feel his spit dribble into my hole passes excruciatingly slowly, and when I finally feel the liquid soaking me, I push my ass out against him.
"Dirty toy." He grabs my throat with one hand, making me arch my back and look back and up at him. "You love it when I humiliate you like this, don't you?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir." My voice is barely audible, and Dex smirks cruelly at me.
"Whose whore are you?" he asks. His tone is kind this time.
"Yours."
"Who do you come for?"
"You, Sir."
"Did you come with them?" He tightens his grip on my throat, making me cry out in protest. "Answer me right now, Pandora. Did you come with Easton? Lai? Julian? Caspian?"
"Yes!" I moan. "I did, I'm sorry, I did."
"You're never coming with another man again," he growls against my lips. "Repeat it to me."
"I'm never coming with another man again," I cry out.
"Your pussy belongs to me." His free hand slaps my right nipple when I don't say anything. "Repeat!"
"My pussy belongs to you."
"From now on..." He moves his hand between my legs, making me cry out. "This is mine."
His fingers move to my exposed ass. "This is mine."
They circle my ass and make me mewl before reaching up to my lips and push inside my mouth. "And this is mine, too. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I feel helpless. I don't know whether it's the wine or my own Dexter Booth deficiency, but my body demands I give in to him. I've never been more turned on in my life. I can feel my own cunt dripping down my thighs. Shame burns two bright red spots on my cheeks and I swallow my pride. "Please. Take it. Don't you want to have me?"
"All in good time, my toy." He slaps my thighs apart, and I mindlessly do as I'm told. "God, look at that tight little ass. And how pretty your pussy is, Pandora... So pink... so juicy."
I whimper when he touches his fingers to my wet slit and begins rubbing up and down, getting his fingers wet with my juices.
"Please, Dex," I manage. "No more torture, I want you inside me, now..."
"Right here?"
I nod eagerly. I don't care that we're in the middle of his living room. I don't care that we're both out of it on pheromone-spiked wine. All I care about is Dex fucking me now that nobody's looking. Animalistic need vibrates through my body and I press my ass against his bare cock.
"Right here, Dex. Please."
He grunts, grabbing his cock at the base and pointing it at my wet entrance. "This is where you want it, isn't it, Pandora?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Please, Sir..."
"Beg."
"Please, I need you to show me how much you need me..." My voice breaks over the words as he pushes a mere inch of his impressive length into my dripping wetness. "Dex, please don't torture me, let me have more, please!"
"You beg like a whore, toy," he grunts in my ear. "Like a needy little whore..."
Unceremoniously, he drives his length into me and I whisper his name as he starts to move his hips, slow and steady at first, but growing more and more needy and urgent. I'm a mess of moans and whispered promises in seconds, hoping he'll never stop. My palms brace against the wall, forehead leaning against the cool stone while Dex grabs my hips, positioning me so I'm standing on my tiptoes.
"You feel so good on my cock," he moans in my ear. "I can feel your pussy stretching to fit all of me. Does it hurt, toy?"
I don't answer, moaning in pure ecstasy, but this only seems to drive him wilder, each of his words punctuated with a thrust of his hips.
"Does. It. Hurt. Toy?"
"Yes, yes, Sir," I get out through gritted teeth. "You're stretching me so much, please!"
"Take it."
And I do, again and again until I feel myself tethering on the edge of the precipice of pleasure. I'm ready to take that final step, to drop deep into the abyss below and allow myself the orgasm of a lifetime with the boy I hate most in the world.
My body gives out, and I stumble, Dex's cock slipping out of me. He groans, displeased that I've gotten away, and before I can catch my breath, he's dragged me over to the rug and forced me on my back.
"I want to look at you when I'm inside you," he tells me as he gets on top of me, his eyes crazed with need. He spits on the spot between our legs where his cock meets my pussy, and I whisper his name when he smears the spit all over my already drenched pussy. Painfully slowly, he pushes his cock into my needy hole.
"Dex, please, can I..."
"Can you what?" He grabs my legs by the ankles and holds me down for easy access. He's speaking through gritted teeth now, barely able to hold back from bursting himself. "Ask properly, and I might let you."
"I want an orgasm." My cheeks feel like they're on fire as I utter the words. "Please, Dexter! I wanna come, please..."