Chapter 5 #2
He holds up his index finger. “One, you don’t say no to me.
Not if you want me to play along. You can say no, of course, and I’ll stop immediately whatever we’re doing.
Just know, if you do, I’ll stop everything, which means I won’t be cooperating further.
I’ll make sure the team goes with a different public relations firm, and you will face whatever your bosses decide to do with losing me as a client. ”
I gulp. None of what he just said is a surprise. It’s just more callous than he chose to lay it out before. I guess I was hoping there would still be a way to placate him and avoid giving in.
“And two?”
He holds up a second finger. “I do not share. While our arrangement is going on you do not so much as have dinner with another man you don’t share blood with. You don’t date, kiss, or fuck another man. Is that clear?”
I nod. That part is actually easy. I won’t tell him that though.
I get the feeling that whatever I’m actually willing to do, Knox will want more.
I just hope that whenever this is over I’m not an empty husk of a person.
Most of all, I hope I can remember to guard my heart.
I never thought I’d be physically involved with someone I had no emotional connection with, but here I am.
I have to remember that my heart is as naive as my body and keep it locked away.
My silent acceptance sets him into motion.
His hands grab my shoulders and turn me around to face the wall.
I can feel his large hands on my shoulders, and they slide slowly down my arms. His callouses scratch down the delicate silk of my blouse.
When they make it to my wrists he grabs each one in a tight hold and lifts my hands to plant them against the wall.
I feel his breath on the side of my neck when he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Don’t move them.”
I can feel myself sinking deep inside. The same place I hold my grief, frustration, and loneliness. Inside here I’m untouchable. This is where I go when the weight of the world is too much. This is how I will survive him.
He doesn’t seem to notice or care that my mind has fled elsewhere.
His hands trace a new path back down my arm, and over my shoulders.
His fingers pluck at the buttons, concentrating hard on them to slip them through the opening.
I can tell he’s getting irritated, but somehow he refrains from ripping my shirt open.
Once all the buttons are undone the shirt hangs open.
With my hands on the wall it can’t fall off like it would if I were to drop them.
Knox lifts it instead and slips it between my hands and the wall.
His hands slide down my back to the top of my skirt.
I hear the zipper whisper as he slowly drags it down.
The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me standing in my underwear and bra in front of a man for the first time in my life. This won’t be the only first I give up tonight. Knox is invading all of my senses. I’m still not sure if the cost of keeping my job is worth everything I’m giving up.
Worse, there’s a part of me that feels alive for the first time.
He might not want to want me, but it doesn’t change the fact that he does.
I’m not an obligation for him, but someone that he had to work to get under his thumb.
In the other parts of my life I’m the one who has to work to keep people.
It will be really bad if I let this mean something more than his desire to control me.
While I’m lost inside of my head he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me away from the wall. He reaches between us and unhooks my bra. My chest heaves with all the nervous energy buzzing inside of me.
“Last chance,” he says against my neck.
When I don’t stop him he nips at my skin. “You’re in trouble now, because I’m going to own you. There won’t be a part of you I won’t touch. Are you on birth control, baby girl?”
I nod since words still won’t form on my tongue.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demands.
“Yes, I’m on the pill.”
He spins me around, and there’s an angry look on his face. I’m not sure what I said that made him angry, but I can tell that he is.
“I thought you were a virgin,” he says, and I can hear the sneer in his voice.
“My cycle was irregular, so my doctor recommended I go on it.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to explain myself to him. It isn’t like it’s my choice to be here with him like this.
He fights to rein in his temper and nods. His eyes study me, and I can see him decide I’m telling him the truth. “Good, because there will be nothing between us. I’m clean, and I want to fill you with my cum. You’re going to let me dirty you up, won’t you?”
“Anything you want.” That is what I’m agreeing to. I don’t get a choice in how he wants to use me if I stand a chance at making this work.
“Good girl,” he praises.
He steps back, and starts to undress. I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’d like to say that I’ve assuaged my curiosity and watched porn, but other than a few R-rated movies, I’ve never seen a naked man, and even then it was only a glimpse.
“Take off your bra,” he orders.
I hesitate a moment, and he gives me a warning look. My hands shake as I reach for the straps and let it slide down my arms. He already unhooked it, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t known I’d be completely bare in front of him.
His hands reach for my breasts and he squeezes and massages them. I take a breath when he lets them go, but he isn’t done. His fingers pinch one of my nipples, and I feel a throbbing in my core.
“I’m going to love sucking these.” I think he’s talking to himself.
“On your knees,” he orders.
This time I don’t hesitate and drop down to my knees. The clank of his belt coming undone makes me look up at him.
He shoves his pants down, and I watch with fascination as he strokes his cock in front of my face. He lets go to stroke my bottom lip with his thumb. “Open. You’re going to suck me.”
I’m not as fast to comply this time, and he uses his thumb to pry my mouth open.
I can’t look away from the turmoil I see in his eyes.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I think that there’s a part of him that’s conflicted with what he’s making me do.
Still, I don’t think it outweighs the part of him that has decided to take me.
Knox guides his cock into my mouth. Curiosity has me swiping my tongue against the head as it pushes into my mouth. The first thing I register is the heat of him.
He groans, so I do it again, and I can taste the saltiness from the moisture weeping from the tip.
“Are you trying to control this?” he asks.
I can’t answer him because he sinks more of his length into my mouth.
His hand fists in my hair, and instead of scaring me, the slight sting of his grip makes the throbbing between my legs intensify.
My reaction does frighten me a little. I’m supposed to be keeping that part of myself locked down.
I might not be able to give another man this moment, but I want to say I have never desired another man before.
Once Knox is done with me, I have a feeling I won’t be able to say that. Like it or not, there’s a primal part of me that is relishing being controlled by him. I don’t know what it says about me.
His cock hits the back of my throat and my hands slap down on his thighs. I can feel my eyes filling with tears. He smirks in response, and he’s right, I think I might hate him a little. I also want him, and it’s confusing the hell out of me.
In and out he thrusts until his length is going into my throat. I can’t do anything other than hold on. Each time I fear I won’t be able to take another breath again, he pulls out and lets me pull in air, only to steal it again.
My jaw starts to ache, and I fear this is going to go on and on. That is until I feel him swell against my tongue, and he groans while his hot release fills my mouth.
When he pulls out he drags my jaw down so he can see into my mouth. This somehow feels more humiliating than having him fuck my throat.
“Swallow and thank me,” he demands.
I try not to think about it while I force down his salty release. “Thank you,” I murmur once my mouth is empty.
I reach out for my clothes, sure he must be done with me now. I want to go to my room and lick my wounds. This was a mistake. I can’t handle him, and I don’t know why I thought I could.
He takes my clothes from my hands. “I’m not done with you. Get on the bed, and lose the underwear.”
My head is swimming with everything we’ve just done, and I don’t move fast enough for him.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing. Granted he’s a professional athlete, and shoulder aside, he’s in remarkable shape.
However, I am not one of those stick thin girls.
I’m not fat, I know that, but I do have curves.
My stomach is soft, my breasts and ass definitely qualify as full.
He drops me in the center of the bed, pulls off my underwear since I didn’t, and crawls up my body.
When I realize where he’s headed, my thighs snap shut.
“Uh uh,” he admonishes. “When I want access to my pussy you won’t hide it from me.”
He slaps my thighs open wider, and I close my eyes as I feel his hot breath on my mound. The first swipe of his tongue through my slit has them rolling in the back of my head.
Finally, I understand why people call this act being eaten out. He consumes me. His teeth nibble against my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.
My hands fist in the blankets and my back arches. He pushes one thick finger inside of me, and starts to fuck me with his hand the way his cock took my mouth. After a few strokes he pushes in another. He starts to scissor them inside of me. The stretch is uncomfortable and I try to squirm away.
“I have to stretch you out a bit or my cock is going to rip you open. I am going to fuck you tonight, so let me help you take me easier.”
I nod. All things considered it’s a kindness. He could just take me if he wanted to. It is what I agreed to after all.
He resumes sucking on my clit, and the burn is replaced once again by that same throbbing, only it’s so much more intense. I can feel my body climbing toward something, but before I make it to the top he stops.
“Beg to come,” he growls against my pussy.
I want that feeling to come back more than I care if I’m embarrassing myself right now. “Please, Knox, I want to come.”
His large hands move to my hips and he lifts me enough to bury his face even harder against me. His tongue thrusts inside of me. The feeling is so foreign and naughty that I finally feel my body come alive in a million tiny explosions.
As I start to come down I realize he’s crawled the rest of the way up my body.
The head of his cock prods my soaked entrance, and he pushes inside of me in a slow steady thrust. My back arches again, but this time it’s me trying to escape the burning pain.
Everything he did to try and get me ready still didn’t go far enough to help me accept the thickness of his cock.
“It’s too much,” I protest.
He doesn’t stop until he’s seated deep inside of me. Mercifully, when I feel his hips press against mine, he holds still. “Relax, your body was made to take mine. Let yourself adjust.”
His teeth are clenched from the strain of being still. I try to breathe through the pain until it becomes a discomfort. I’m not sure how long passes, seconds or maybe minutes, but eventually the pain dulls enough that I nod so he knows he can move.
Slowly, he pulls out until only the tip is inside of me. I expect him to reenter me just as slowly, but I should have known better. He slams back inside of me, and my body moves up the bed with the force of his thrust.
The pain and pleasure mix together and confuse my senses. His mouth latches on to my breast and he sucks hard on the nipple. A deep moan comes out of my throat before I can stop it.
“Your pussy is so tight, baby girl. You’re strangling my cock. I’m going to get addicted to fucking you. Maybe this tight cunt will be enough to help me get off the pills,” he mumbles.
Pills? I want to ask him what he’s talking about, but he becomes a feral beast. His hips snap against mine over and over, and instead of being able to ask him what he’s talking about, I scream.
I know that I came when his mouth was on me, but that is nothing compared to the sensations taking over my body right now.
It comes over me in waves, and when I feel his hot release start to fill me, my body starts to shake violently.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and everything goes black.