Chapter Seventeen #4
His other hand came to my face, rough fingertips tracing my cheek before his thumb passed beneath my eye, over the bump of my nose and back again. For all the aggression it had taken to get me onto the floor, his touch was gentle enough to soften something in my expression.
“Good?”
I nodded.
Wolf’s hand stopped moving against my cheek.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, I’m good.”
His palm cracked across my face hard enough to snap my head to the side.
For half a second I stayed there, stunned, cheek burning beneath the sharp bloom of heat.
My pulse kicked violently, and a sound I had not meant to make slipped out through my teeth.
The embarrassment from the floor was still sitting under my skin, but this cut straight through it, leaving me painfully aware of his power, of my bound wrists, of how completely he had my attention.
I turned my face back slowly.
His fingers closed around my chin and guided me the rest of the way until I was looking directly into his eyes again.
“Good.”
His thumb brushed once over the burn he had left behind as his eyes settled on mine.
“Now put your tongue out.”
He moved his thumb and pressed it against my bottom lip, dragging it down until my tongue was already part of the way out. The saliva that had pooled beneath only moments earlier began to cool against the air of the office.
“Wider.”
I opened my mouth another inch, letting my tongue flatten over my lower teeth while my eyes stayed locked on the sliver of brown visible through the mask.
Wolf watched me for a beat, then two, as if deciding whether I had earned what he was about to give me. His thumb traced the seam of my lip again before he released my face and reached for his pants.
The buckle of his tactical belt gave a soft knock as he loosened it, followed by the click of his button in the quiet office. I heard the scrape of the zipper teeth parting, then the rustle of fabric as Wolf pushed his pants down just far enough to free himself.
His cock bounced out heavy against the dark material of his shirt.
My breath shallowed without my permission.
He was thick enough that my fingers would not have met around the shaft if I had been allowed to use them.
The length rose from trimmed dark hair, flushed at the tip, the skin pulled tight over the veined underside.
A bead of fluid already slicked the slit.
Every part of him smelled like salt and heated skin and the faint cigarette smoke I had come to recognize.
“Look at you right now, Mercer.” His voice dropped an octave. “Mouth open before I even told you to lean in.”
I made a sound that was not a word as Wolf’s hand found my nape again, fingers threading through the loose strands of my hair and closing into a fist.
“All that fucking attitude. All that fighting about not following orders. And here you are on your knees with your tongue out like you’ve been waiting for it.”
He tugged my hair hard enough to arch my neck.
“Now put that smart fucking mouth on my cock.”
He pulled me forward. The swollen head pushed past my lips before I could adjust, the taste of him spreading salt and musk across my tongue. I breathed through my nose and let my jaw drop wider, feeling the stretch at the corners of my mouth as another inch slid in.
“Fuck. There it is.”
His hips stayed still while he held me in place, letting me work the first part of him with my tongue and lips. I circled the crown, pressed the flat of my tongue against the leaking slit, then dipped into the ridge beneath the head. The skin there was soft and warm.
Wolf’s fingers flexed against my scalp.
“Good girl. Take what you want first.”
The praise settled low in my stomach. I shifted on my knees, the concrete grinding against the bones through my cargo pants. My bound wrists pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chest forward, a position he had put me in on purpose and one I could not change even if I wanted to.
I sucked harder.
The next few minutes stretched into a rhythm of heat and pressure.
I took him as deep as I could, then pulled back to release him with a wet gasp before stroking the underside with my tongue.
My lips stretched around his thickness until the corners of my mouth ached.
Saliva gathered and began to spill over my chin, dripping down onto the front of my shirt.
“Eyes up.”
I lifted my eyes. Wolf’s masked face loomed above me, his chest rising and falling. The anger was still there at the edges, but it had burned down into something hungrier.
“You like my cock in your mouth?”
I nodded as best I could around him.
“Words.”
I pulled back just enough to speak, a strand of spit connecting my lower lip to the head of his cock.
“I like your cock in my mouth.”
He yanked me back down. This time he did not stop at my own pace. His hips pushed forward and the thick length of him drove toward the back of my throat. I gagged, my throat constricting around the intrusion, and heard him exhale hard through the mask.
“Breathe through your fucking nose.”
I tried. My eyes watered.
He pulled back an inch, let me suck in air, then pushed in again. Deeper. The head of his cock bumped the opening of my throat and I made a strangled noise that vibrated around him.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Take it, Mercer.”
Wolf set the pace now, holding my head in both hands while his hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts.
The front of his pants scraped against my wet chin.
Drool pooled in the hollow of my throat and dripped onto the floor between my knees.
With every push, my bound hands clenched behind me, fingers searching for release that did not exist.
I moaned around him.
“Fucking knew it. Knew you’d look even prettier choking on my cock than you did mouthing off.”
His words burned through me and settled in my clit. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for pressure.
Then he withdrew and let me gasp, sucking in air while drool poured down my chin and onto my chest.
“Good?”
I coughed. “G-good.”
His thumb wiped a tear from my cheek.
Then he immediately pulled me back down again, and this time I relaxed into it, letting my jaw go slack and my throat open as much as I could. Each stroke came easier. The gagging turned into a wet, rhythmic sound that matched the pulse beating between my legs.
“Take every inch. Let your mouth get used to me.”
Tears streamed down my face from the effort of it, from the complete surrender of his hands controlling my head while his cock filled my mouth.
The contrast of all that gear and this naked part of him made the whole situation feel even more dangerous.
Wolf pulled me off suddenly. A thick line of spit stretched from my lips to his cock before breaking. I slumped back onto my heels, panting. He stood from the chair and hauled me upright by the front of my shirt.
His other hand found the restraint at my wrists and began unfastening the webbing with quick, efficient movements.
“What-”
“Quiet.”
The webbing fell away. My arms came forward with a groan of relief that turned into a hissed breath when he grabbed both my wrists and raised them to his eyes to inspect them.
For a moment, the gesture was almost tender.
Then he released me.
“On the desk.”
I blinked.
“Ass on the desk, Mercer. On your back.”
He was already reaching for the belt at his hip, now pulling the utility knife from the sheath on his side.
My stomach turned.
He opened and flipped the knife once in his hand, the steel catching the low light.
“Up.”
I hoisted myself onto the desk, the cool wood gripping the backs of my thighs through the cargo pants. He stepped between my legs, and I tilted my head back, remembering to keep his eyes.
“I’ve wanted to cut these off you since the first time you mouthed off.”
He tapped the flat of the blade against my hip.
“Hold still.”
I did not breathe as he positioned the tip of the knife at the hem of my shirt. A single sharp tug and the fabric split from my stomach to my collar with a sound like tearing paper. My shirt fell open, exposing the plain black bra beneath.
“Beautiful.” He ran his knuckles over the exposed line of my sternum.
The knife was laid aside long enough for him to work on my boots. He knelt, his hands cupping the heel of one boot while he pulled it free, then the other. My socks came next, wadded and dropped to the floor without ceremony. His fingers brushed the bare arch of my foot and I flinched.
Wolf got back on his feet and unsnapped my pants.
“Good?”
“Good,” I nodded.
He drew them down slowly, lifting my hips when he needed to, peeling the fabric over my thighs, my knees, my calves. Every inch of bare skin he exposed seemed to interest him more than the last.
“Do you know why I stayed on that fucking floor all night?”
I shook my head.
“Because you were in my bed wearing my shirt with nothing underneath it, Mercer. I’d already stood two feet away from you in that shower with one shitty curtain between us.
Then you climbed into my bed half naked, and expected me to sleep beside you like I wasn’t thinking about exactly what was under that shirt. ”
My breath caught.
His eyes stayed on mine.
“So I stayed on the floor.”
The pants slid off my ankles and joined the rest of my clothes. Now I lay before him in only the plain black bra and a pair of cotton panties already damp against the desk.
Neither of us had showered after Offenburg, and with warehouse dust still clinging to his gear and the mission still on my skin, being spread across his scarred office desk felt more primal than anything a clean bed could have offered.
He picked up the knife again. The blade touched my hip bone with the flat side first.
“You ever had a knife against your skin like this?”
“N-no.”
“Then don’t move.”