Page 49 of No Control
“That’s it,” he groans as he sucks me into his mouth again. I shiver and shake as I grow closer to my orgasm. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as his tongue buries inside of me, his words sending me right over the edge. An orgasm ravages me, my moans turning to cries as I grasp for him, my nails connecting with the skin of his forearms, and digging in.
He groans as he laps up every drop before his mouth leaves. I shiver at the cool air hitting my bare lower half, and my eyes flutter open as the pleasure resides, a throbbing discomfort suddenly present in place of arousal.
I shoot upward, and Henry catches me by the throat, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. I try to deepen the kiss, but he tightens his grip and leans away.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.”
“...Why?” I choke out, my hands flying up to his wrist. Did I do something wrong? Did I come too fast? Maybe I wasn't as good as what he thought I'd be. I have no idea, and it's actually mortifying.
“Your lip is swelling.” He releases his fingers and pulls his wrist from my grip. Henry leans over and picks up my shorts and underwear, handing them to me.
I swallow hard, still feeling embarrassed as I watch him round the island and open the lower freezer of the refrigerator. I inch off the counter, the discomfort becoming more intense as I slide off and land on my feet. I pull on my underwear and shorts in a rush, as he comes back with an icepack wrapped in a towel.
“It’s really not that bad,” I mumble as he leans over me, pressing it to my bottom lip.
“This will help bring down the swelling, though.” His eyes focus on my mouth for a few beats before flicking back up. “If I hurt you, it’s my job to heal you.”
That sounds toxic.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I nod. I don’t want to be hurt—unless it’s in the way he just did. Then I think I’m okay with it.
And for a vanilla girl like me, that’s terrifying.
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Henry
I’ve done enough damage for one night.
And I hate myself for it now that Lydia’s babying her bottom lip with an icepack. Her hair’s a mess, her eyes glistening. But at the same time, she’s more breathtaking than ever. I didn’t intend to do more than kiss her, but those jade irises beckoned me. I don’t think I can tell the woman no, and the fact she has so much power over me already is panic worthy.
“It’s really not a big deal.” She eyes me, her voice muffled by the icepack against her mouth.
I shake my head at her. “It’ll only get worse, Lydia.” Her eyes widen and the fear filling her expression has me cringing. I’m so fucking tired of being scary.
“Like at any time? Or...”
“I won’t get angry and hurt you. I’d never lay a hand on you in that way,” I tell her. I’ve never taken my anger out on anyone but myself, anyway. Even targets don’t get my rage. That’s unleashing something I can’t come back from. “You just bring out an urge in me to painfully bring you pleasure.”
“I liked it.”
“That’s a dangerous thing to admit,” I tell her, breathing out heavily.
She shrugs. The woman who avoided my deal shrugs at the idea of me hurting her between the sheets. It’s torturous. “I’ve never done anything different.”
I stiffen. “I don’t want to know that.”
She tilts her head. “Why?”
“Because whoever came before me won’t exist in your mind when I’m finished with you.” Which will be never. But I don’t want her to know that…yet.
She’s silent for a few moments, removing the icepack from her mouth and touching the cool skin with two of her fingers. “Did you want this from me before I came here?”
“Yes.”
Her breath catches, her gaze dropping to the icepack resting in her lap. I watch her curiously, trying to decipher the emotions oozing from her expression. I take a step toward her, and her eyes lift instantly, meeting mine.
