‘I want you to do exactly what she does,’ he purred against the line of my neck, giving me an impossible task.
‘Are you out of your fucking mind?’ I retaliated, although I knew he wasn’t kidding. He was just being the self-entitled bastard that I was already accustomed to.
‘Now I’m going to have to make you pay for that sharp tongue of yours. Do what she fucking does. We have a deal!’ He snarled as the woman on the other side was standing in a confident position, placing both hands on her breasts to cup them, then letting her open palms sensually fall to her hips. Only my palms weren’t moving in a refusal to let Brax break the last of my pride.
This wasn’t about teaching me the lesson; I’d never learn. I don’t think it was even about his sexual satisfaction. It was about him trying once again to diminish my existence, turning me into one of his puppets. Turning me into something that he could never really care for.
‘If you don’t do what she does, I’ll take you over there. Maybe you’ll like things better if she can see us too,’ his lips were restlessly brushing the side of my neck while his arousal at the thought was beginning to press onto my thigh.
He wasn’t kidding.
He was just laying out new rules, waiting for me to refuse him so he could go further with his plan.
I had no choice but to rest my palms on my hips in the same position as the woman that seemed to be staring back at me.
‘She can see us,’ I protested noticing a smile blooming at the corner of her mouth.
‘She can’t see us. The window has a mirror on the other side like the one in interrogation rooms.’
That calmed my mind a little, but what I was supposed to do next, didn’t.
A tall man made his entrance into the room behind the glass wall, heading toward the brunette. She was looking at him through the window’s mirror, and even if she had probably done it a hundred times before, she seemed excited. Maybe she lived for the pleasure, or maybe she shared something outside the club with the man, but the instant he came behind her, she let her back melt on his chest in a closeness that she eagerly displayed.
I couldn’t really repeat the gesture since Brax’s body was already like a solid rock behind me, reinforcing his dominant position in front of his subduing slave. Or maybe not so subdued after all because, despite my best efforts, I wasn’t melting against him. On the contrary, my flesh stiffened, rejecting his touch. It was an effect of his lies, sending me to a place where I was fighting to figure out what was true or not.
The man’s arms began moving, gliding on her waist and gripping into her hips while Brax’s fingers were digging deep into my own hips, letting his feral thoughts out on sight.
Then she suddenly turned. Her lips joined with his in a kiss that expressed all captive emotions.
Without too many options I repeated the gesture, although my lips moving on Brax’s had lost all passion. It was mechanical, rehearsed.Allthat he ever wanted.
Maybe he should have taken more consideration to the sayingBe careful what you wish for because the colder my lips got, the more his got heated up, trying to ignite something that he just fought to extinguish.
Everything was surreal. I was looking in a mirror that was showing the same gestures but not the same reflection. The concept itself was intriguing, to say the least, though maybe better at another time, with another state of mind and with a different version of Brax.
The woman began unbuttoning the man’s shirt, and so did I, tracing the defined muscles with the tip of my tongue while following her lead. Only this time, the beautiful tattoos carved on the rocks of Brax’s body were lifeless. Just dull scribblings on a canvas that didn’t speak to me anymore.
Everything was getting much easier. Maybe Irina was right. Never say no. And I wasn’t. I wasn’t opposing anymore, just going with the flow. That way I could never get swept away by it again.
I know Brax was enjoying it, but I know he also felt something was fundamentally wrong. The warmth of my tongue may have managed to push his doubts away, though the doubt remained, slowly infiltrating his system.
The brunette ended up kneeling in front of her partner’s belt. So did I. And if the metal buckle coming loose didn’t have an effect on me, the hardened shape revealed by his boxers did. I felt a warm coil running down me to flash through the place between my thighs that he craved. A coil that I decided to ignore completely.
Continuing the game of seduction, the woman raised her lips to look with satisfaction at the man standing in front of her. I followed her gesture, onlysatisfactionwas miles away to describe what my gaze was letting on. For the first time, I was just like Brax, shutting down emotions to put a hollow mask on. Sure, I was hiding disappointment, contempt, and a dangerous type of smothered passion, but all he could see was a rock. The petrified gaze of his puppet, as dead as the ragged material he wanted me to be made of.
I slowly pushed his boxers down to set him free, peeking through the glass at what the brunette was doing. She was already ahead of me, making her partner’s arousal lose itself down her mouth. I gasped, knowing I couldn’t fall far behind, so without wasting any more time, I took him between my lips gliding them down the whole length of him.
Brax was beyond aroused, reaching a hand to catch the holstered table for support as his body was gently thrusting towards me. It was all about seeking pleasure, making everything fade in front of the primal urges that ruled us. And at some weird stage, I was beginning to react to his pleasure, as my body was involuntarily heated by the groans he was emitting as I was bobbing my head in his direction. I wanted to stop feeling anything, to numb myself back but the faster I moved the more motionless he remained, trying to let me decide how I should bring him to ecstasy. He was eagerly waiting, and even if I was setting out to disappoint him, the rish of the moment didn’t let me. It was like I was on a mission to get him to shudder. My tongue began moving alongside my lips following a straight line to his tip and making sure he knew exactly when I reached it. With each glide, stronger, draining him of any strength to oppose the oncoming release.
Without a warning, his hand caught the back of my head to stabilize my movements. He couldn’t take my assault for long and right after a few of his determined fingers got caught between my strands of hair he drove his hips to move a couple of times, then finally found his yearned ecstasy. I could feel the taste of his elation disappearing in my mouth. I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching me suffering while doing it. My head turned to look towards the glass where the woman was still working to raise the ripping waves of elation in her partner, but it seemed he wasn’t there yet. Who ever thought that I could beat a pro at that? Not that it would ever be a record to take pride in.
I hoped I had a break since the couple seemed far away from getting to a result, but contrary to my beliefs, after only a few more seconds of moving her head against him, the man lifted her directly on the table.
It didn’t take long before I was on my piece of furniture and Brax’s lips were searching for the taste of him inside my mouth. He was fired up and I could feel it with every pulse of his tongue, oscillating between keeping a practiced mask of control and breaking all his barriers again. Although the mask seemed to be winning this time around.
His hands slipped to my back and after a few minutes of one-on-one combat with the zipper of my dress, Brax won. The metal bond had been defeated, although the victory didn’t bring any cheering sounds. I just clenched my teeth as hard as I could, hiding any unwanted signs of excitement my body could betray. I just imagined I was slipping off my dress to change into something else. The same natural gesture I did a few times a day, ignoring the feverish fingers that urged against my skin along with the fabric.
My strength of withstanding him did not go by unobserved, but this time there was nothing he could blame me for. It was just a matter of physical attraction and I just put a fire hose on any flame that aimed to sparkle between us. At least externally, because on the inside... let’s just say things were on a whole different level. A wicked turmoil was building around my mid-waist rushing towards my core, fueling it with small jolts of smothered signs of excitement. It was like the harder I tried to oppose it, the more violent the sensation became.
