Chapter 18 Sloane
Sloane
The girl steps over her partner as though he no longer exists. I fight to maintain control, fight to keep my objections on the inside, while Zeth, completely naked, sits back on his heels.
He runs his hand up and down the length of his shaft, watching me twist on the bed with a stern expression on his face.
Most guys would be going crazy right now.
Two girls, one of them half-naked, tied to your bed, the other one halfway there and willing to do God knows what?
A small part of me shakes its head, sighing with disappointment at the way this evening is turning out.
It’s the same part of me that also objected to wearing the stockings and the matching underwear.
The rest of me is rejoicing, because I decided this for myself.
I wasn’t pressured into it because I was after something.
I’m doing this because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to relive the night in the hotel for so long, but I’ve never been brave enough to admit it.
Zeth, with his confronting nature, has brought this out of me, though.
He is my maker, and he’s created a monster.
I’m horrified that I liked the knife. The way he used it on me had me vibrating with terror and want.
The conflicting emotions had been so powerful that even I couldn’t tell whether I was going to lean into the pleasure of it, or run away, screaming at the top of my lungs.
And now this…
I’ve never been with a girl before. By the way the blond woman crawls up onto the bed, shooting Zeth a possessive look, I’m guessing this isn’t her first rodeo. Zeth smirks, a deviant smile so sexy it makes my skin burn. He moves back, giving her some room.
The blonde dips down and laps at my pussy, tongue gentle and careful, not like Zeth when he’d done it. He’d feasted on me with the abandon of a lion tearing into his kill. She is more delicate. Her tongue is damn persuasive, though. She watches me as she works, but I’m watching Zeth.
He gives me that knee-trembling smirk and carries on touching himself, completely unashamed. He owns his body, wears his skin with the kind of raw confidence that makes me want to feel the same way.
“You want your hands?” he asks me.
I nod. He gets up and unfastens the cuffs securing me to the bed, leaning over me so that his cock is only inches from my mouth.
I want to lick him. I want to suck him. I want to devour him so badly that my lips tingle with anticipation.
Making that move feels bold, though, so I angle my head and graze my teeth against his strong thigh muscle. He laughs silently, looking down at me.
“You’re gonna have to beg before that happens, sweetheart.”
With my hands free, it would only be a simple matter of reaching up and taking hold of him, but I would be asking for a whole world of trouble if I did that.
I let my head fall back onto the bed, groaning.
The woman licking at my clitoris moans, too, as she slips one of her fingers inside me.
The sensation is huge, overwhelming, frightening, and thrilling, mainly because of the way Zeth hovers over me, pumping his cock in his hand as he observes my reaction.
I thought I’d been turned on before, but this is something entirely different.
This is all-consuming. Such a desperate need to please him.
I bury my hands into the woman’s hair, grinding my hips up to meet her as she thrusts her fingers inside me.
I’ve forgotten all about her partner. I’m reminded of the other presence in the room when he approaches the bed, now completely naked.
Zeth shoots him a warning glance, fierce and primal, and the guy nods his head, as though he understands exactly what Zeth is telling him.
He hops up behind his girl—still totally focused on me—and pushes into her from behind.
She cries out, momentarily stopping what she’s doing before carrying on.
The guy starts fucking her, all the while staring down at my naked body.
The blonde lifts a hand and drags her nails down Zeth’s side, groping for his cock. He shies back, an irritated look on his face, and then slaps her ass so hard it even makes my eyes water. She cries out again, this time louder and filled with pain.
“Not for you,” he growls. He looks back down at me and, fuck, I want him. “Only for her. Only when she begs for it.”
The woman doesn’t seem to mind that Zeth is off-limits.
She buries her face deeper between my thighs and sucks at my clit, making my legs tremble with pleasure.
It feels incredible, but it’s not what I’m desperate for.
I am desperate for him. I know what I have to do to get what I want, and I’ve made my peace with it.
He wants me to beg. I’ll beg.
He wants me to plead. I will.
Because right now he knows he’s got me wrapped around his little finger… and it’s right where I want to be. I’m sick. I’m deluded. I’m lost. I’m his.
“Zeth…” The words are like an omen, a bell tolling, sealing my fate. “I want you. Just you. Please. Make me yours.”