“Mouth, now,” he ordered.
With my eyes locked onto his, I brought my mouth to the head of his thick cock. My tongue flicked out, catching him right behind the tip where I knew he was the most sensitive. Another growl filled my ears.
I licked him again as my hands worked his pants a little further down until they hung just below his butt. He may have been the one standing but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hold onto some kind of control. I would do it as long as he would let me.
My hand wrapped around the base and I gave him one good tug before I let my lips part as I took him in. I worked him slowly at first, taking him in one inch at a time before retreating. An appreciative moan hummed out of him as I felt him nudge the back of my throat. I wasn’t going to push him further just yet. I had to wait for the right moment. And I would because I wanted to make this good for him.
My head bobbed faster as I swirled my tongue around his tip every time I retreated.
“Fuck, Pet. That’s it. Take my cock real deep in that sexy as fuck mouth,” he said and his voice was low and held a deadly edge to it.
I was wet, my panties nearly soaked through. My hand was desperate to slip between my legs but I held back. I cupped his balls as a distraction, lightly massaging them in my palm.
I felt his hand in my hair the same moment I saw his head drop back. He gripped the crown of my head tightly and I had no choice but to take him in deep and fast. There was nothing I could do about the tears that worked their way into my eyes but it wasn’t because I couldn’t handle this. It wasn’t because I didn’t want this. It wasn’t even because I hated every second of what he was doing to me.
His grunts filled my ears as his hips jerked in rhythm of his guided movements. My nose brushed against his short, trimmed hairs every time he forced himself deep.
His balls twitched and contracted in my hand and I knew now was the time. I wanted his eyes on mine as he watched me swallow down his cum.
And maybe I wanted to show him all the things I could do to him. I wanted him to know the pleasure I could bring him. It didn’t always have to be about me, though it probably seemed like that. I simply didn’t give this part of myself to just anyone.
My hand lifted his balls, my nail raking over the skin just behind it. I kept going with a slow enough pace so he could prepare himself for what was to come.
He must have been too lost in how hard I was sucking him though, because he didn’t even seem to notice until my middle finger pressed hard against his hole.
He sucked in a hard breath as his head snapped forward and his eyes blinked to look down into mine. I didn’t hesitate once I had his gaze. The tip of my finger hooked inside his tight ring and that was all it took. His mouth fell open and the loudest growl-moan hybrid ripped up his throat as his cum flooded into my mouth. His hips continued to work until the last little spurts slid down my throat.
He took a step back, his cock sliding from my mouth. His body shook hard as the head lightly brushed over my teeth right before I lost him altogether.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he panted. “Yeah, you’re mine.”
In the blink of an eye, he had me scooped up and tossed over his shoulder. Despite the fact that his pants were awkwardly hanging around his thighs, he took steady, long strides. I couldn’t see where he was taking me and when I tried to turn my head, I felt the sting of his open palm as it slapped down on my exposed ass cheek.
I let out a deep, frustrated noise as I fell limp against his shoulder.
“Good girl,” he told me right before he wrapped his arms tighter around my legs and dumped me onto a huge, plush bed.
I didn’t have to look around to know that I was in his room. In his bed. That was what he’d promised me, after all.
He stood at the edge, towering over me. His gaze penetrated mine as his fingers wrapped around my ankle and he brought my leg up.
The click of his blade caught my attention. I hadn’t even seen him reach for the thing.
“No,” I breathed out as I watched him carefully bring the blade up to my ankle.
He wouldn’t?
Would he?
With a shake of his head, the sharp blade slid between my skin and the strap around my ankle.
I didn’t think I was a materialistic person, exactly. I had nice things. Why shouldn’t I? I’d worked hard for them. In a way, I felt like I deserved them. But this wasn’t about him taking the clothes away or the money that I’d spent on them.
“Iron,” I whimpered out as my head cocked to the side.
There was something about the scene in front of me. It made me shaky. It made me angry. It made me almost feel close to being free.
“Trust, Petra,” he said like it was a simple thing for me. “Trust me to take care of you when you need it. Trust me to know what’s best for you at times like this.”
