Chapter Twenty-Six
Arya
I jolt at his filthy command. Anticipation fills my bloodstream at his intention.
I’m not ashamed that I’ve dreamed of pleasuring him with my mouth many a night.
“You’re going to pull out my cock and suck it like the pretty little whore you are for me until I’m coming down your throat.”
Ignoring the sharp and wicked ache in my belly, I snap, “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He smirks. “You loved it last time.”
“N-no, I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie. I felt the wet proof of it on my dick.
” Softening his gaze, he murmurs, “You were upset about how I treated you after, not because I called and fucked you like one. You enjoy being my sexual plaything, Ari. Being a wanton little girl who gets off on being called names. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ”
“Maybe I did enjoy it, but the way I felt horrible for the rest of the week isn’t something I’m willing to feel again.”
“It was all my fault, angel. I handled it terribly and shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m sorry.”
“Why did you?” He hesitates to confess. “Tell me, Nathan.”
“You made me feel too much.” I frown, making him sigh. “You were the first woman I slept with after four years, Ari. I was thrown back into a position I never wanted to be in again and reacted before I could think better.”
I freeze, feeling the rug pull out from beneath me.
Celibate for four years? That’s the entire length of his fake relationship with Iris! Why do I get the horrible feeling it was real for him from the start? Did he hold hope that it would become the same for her?
Why does that make my chest hurt?
A teasing caress along my jaw pulls me out of my reverie. I peer up at Nathan as he promises, “Trust me to never make you feel that way again. I’ll never play games with you outside of the bedroom. If you truly don’t enjoy something I say or do to you, tell me and I’ll stop right then.”
Once I made up my mind that I’ll proposition Nathan, one of the things I wanted was to explore the kinks I suddenly can’t stop fantasizing about. I’ve never been with a man who’s dominant in the bedroom. Or hooked up in a public space. Sex with Aryan was always in the privacy of our bedroom.
I thought sex with my ex-fiancé was great.
Until Nathan came into my life and showed me what mind-blowing and unforgettable fucking feels like.
Deep in my bones, I know no other man will ever come close.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
The switch in him happens in the blink of an eye. Removing his hands from my breasts, he presses his palms flat on either side of my head and cages me in. “Kneel. Don’t make me wait.”
His husky voice sends ripples of tingles down my spine.
I fall to my knees, uncaring if I scrape them on the ground[RK15].
If I seem too eager to give him a blow job as I reach for his belt buckle.
Unbuckling it, I pull the slim leather out of the loops, unbutton his pants, and unzip him.
His fitted black boxers come into view, stretching obscenely over his intimidating bulge.
There’s a wet spot where he’s leaking precum.
“Lick it,” he orders from above, noticing my salivating expression. The hand cupping my jaw shifts to the back of my head, adding light pressure.
I lower my head, only for him to growl, “Eyes on me, angel. I want to see the look on my gorgeous whore’s face as she tastes me.”
Neither of us looks away or blinks as I lean forward and lick along his rigid cock pushing against his boxers. He twitches as I close my lips around the crown through the material and suck until more precum soaks my tongue.
It’s not enough.
I want to taste his hardness without a barrier.
“Like this?” I tease, pulling back.
He goes feral, growling, “Get my cock out.”
His length springs free in all its magnificent glory as I sharply tug down his boxers. I wrap my hand around the base before it hits me in the face. And then, I break eye contact to get my first close look at his cock.
Christ! It’s far scarier and more beastly than my imagination.
Long. Thick. Broad crown.
Did it truly fit inside me the last time?
“Yes, Ari. It fit.” The fingers in my hair tighten and yank my head back until my wide eyes clash with deviant ones. “Though I’m not sure about your pouty mouth.”
Damn it. Why do I keep speaking my thoughts aloud?
“Wrap your lips around me,” he commands, reaching for his dick to replace my palm with his. “I don’t want you to use your hands. You’ll worship me with your hot mouth.”
I part for him as he nudges the tip on the seam of my lips. Invading and stretching my mouth inch by inch until I start to panic a little at his size, he doesn’t pause and simply grunts, “Arms behind your back.”
Hesitation makes my heart race.
“Now, little minx.”
I snap into action at the domineering tone and crisscross my arms at my lower back, causing my heavy tits to stick out.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, making my eyes grow heavy. A groan leaves him when he hits my gag reflex. Sliding out so I feel every ridge and vein, he fills me up again. “I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees and your pouty lips sucking my cock since the day you kissed me.”
Withdrawing.
Thrusting.
He sets a teasing pace.
An ache throbs to life in my pussy as I squeeze my thighs together. Am I as good as his dreams? I wonder, wishing I could ask him. But I become lost in the pleasure swarming his handsome face.
With each languid thrust, drool begins to gather in the corners of my lips. Slurping noises rise in volume, filling up the space between us. Pleasing him is heightening my own pleasure.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful with your mouth stuffed full.” Holding himself halfway inside me, he rasps, “Suck me hard, dirty angel.”
Rolling my tongue around his veiny girth, I hollow out my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. He sucks in a sharp breath, his shaft jerking on my tongue. So, I do it again. And again. And again.
Until finally, he lets loose a masculine moan.
My nipples pebbling, I greedily drink his precum. On the next pull, he drags himself out to the tip and rubs it around my lips. “You ready to take more of my cock?”
“Yeah.” My voice is a breathless purr.
I expect him to shove to the hilt inside me, but instead he possessively asks, “Did you swallow him?”
“No.” Or any of my exes.
“But you’re gonna swallow me, aren’t you?”
I nod shyly.
He slaps the cockhead on my lips. “Use your words.”
“I will, Nathan.”
“’Cause you’re my good girl?”
“I am your good girl.”
“Then open your mouth wide.” Fisting my locks with both hands, he rests the head on my tongue. “First, you’re going to choke on my cock before I let you drink my cum.”
With a shove, he slams all the way down my throat.
The ferocity of his plunge makes him push past my gag reflex.
I lose my air, choking on his thick girth. Even at the height of suffocation, I don’t move my arms and feel my nails dig into my skin.
“Fucking hell!” Nathan curses, going impossibly deep until my nose presses against his groin. “You feel so fucking good, angel.”
Both of us moan, the sound carrying into the chilly night air.
Pulling out, he rocks back inside to the hilt.
“Breathe through your nose,” Nathan gutturally says. “I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
I brace myself, staring at the animalistic need painted on his face.
It’s all because of me.
Pinning my head against the wall, he plunges his dick into my waiting mouth. So fast that his balls slap my chin. Unlike before, he doesn’t allow me a second to breathe before deep throating me again.
“That’s my whore,” he grunts, watching a tear slide down my right cheek. “Taking me… so… well.”
“Mnmmm.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
He sets a ruthless pace, fucking my mouth like it’s nothing but a wet and warm hole for him. I want to grasp his strong thighs, urge him to go even faster, which is insane because he’s brutal yet somehow in control.
It turns me on so much that I might come from no stimulation.
“Are you making a mess between your thighs, Ari?” he taunts, cutting off my air by burying himself deep. “I can smell your arousal. Is getting your throat fucked turning you on? Are you gonna come for me?”
I squirm, giving myself away.
He chuckles. “You don’t have my permission. Dare to orgasm and this will be the last time I touch you.”
Terrified, I shake my head the tiniest bit.
“Spread your knees. Let me see that pussy.”
Arching my back, I widen my thighs as far as they’ll go for his viewing pleasure. Tilting his head slightly, his eyes fall to my sex, becoming dilated. His thrusts become intense, coming in a blur while I moan and whimper.
How long until he comes?
I can’t take it anymore.
I’m dying to climax.
As if he heard my prayers, he pulses on my tongue, and groans, “Fuck. Swallow every drop. Do you hear me?”
“Mhmyesm.”
Twisting my hair, he gives three short thrusts before bringing my face flush to his groin. His shaft thickens a second before he spurts ropes of salty cum over and over. My eyes closed, I drink him down like I’ve been thirsty for ages.
Lord! I have.
Nathan moans loudly above me until he finishes and I am left dizzy. When he slips out of my aching mouth, a string of spit and cum stretches between his cock and my lips. I lean forward before he can stop me and suck on the bulbous head.
“Jesus! Ari,” he gasps. “Haven’t you had enough?”
Apparently not when it comes to him.
Meeting his gaze, I huskily ask, “So, was that a yes?”
Something like awe softens his sharp edges, and his lips curl in the corners. With the tip of his finger, he runs it along my hairline, down the side of my cheek, to underneath my jaw. “Yeah, angel, it is.”
I smile brightly.
Shaking his head, he tucks himself in and just zips up without buttoning his pants.
Confused and disappointed, I probe, “Won’t we have sex tonight?”
“No.” He pulls me up.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“But─” He shuts me up with a kiss.
Rising on my toes, I loop my arms around his neck. Our tongues tangle and twist against each other’s. He doesn’t mind that he’s tasting himself and kisses me deeply. I sigh in his mouth, feeling his palms caress and curve around my ass.
I chase his lips when he pulls back.
He gives a light peck like he can’t resist my request, causing my heart to flutter softly.
“I’m going to take my time when I fuck you again, Ari,” he says. “I’m going to spread you on a bed, lick every inch of your luscious body, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll push inside you and fuck you hard until you can’t walk the next day.”
“When?” My voice is full of unsatisfied need.
“Soon.” Turning around, he bends and picks up my coat. Gaze ping-ponging between it and my nudity, he drawls in disbelief, “I can’t believe you drove here just in this.”
I suppress a smug grin. “Shocked?”
“Pleasantly.”
“It was the only tool in my arsenal to convince you.”
“You’d be wrong.” Stepping into my personal space, he stares down at me reverently. “Your body isn’t the only thing that drives me wild about you.”
“No?”
“No.” Dipping his head so his lips brush mine, he adds, “It’s everything.”
His honesty renders me stunned. I never would’ve guessed his answer in a million years.
Instead of passing my coat to me, he holds it open for me to slip my arms through. I face away and do it one by one. His hot breath gusts over my ear as he presses flush against my back and wraps the ends around my front.
I gasp low when he ties the belt.
A shiver rocks my body as his teeth bite my earlobe. My head falls back against his chest. I moan, “Nathan.”
“Don’t touch yourself after you reach home,” he warns seductively. “Remember, I own your orgasms from now on.”
“Is this payback for driving you mad?”
“A little.” Twirling me around, he says, “Mostly, I like having you at my mercy. Every time we met you’ll be so wound up that you’ll let me fuck you any way I want.”
“You’re a deviant.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Taking my hand in his, he walks me to my car. As I unlock and open the door, he cages me against it before I can sit inside. A guarded expression tightens his jaw.
“Nathan?”
“I was serious earlier.” His tone is deadly and ominous. “You cannot fall for me, Arya. I’ll break your heart worse than your ex ever did. Do you understand?”
My pulse hammers in my throat. Shakily, I whisper, “I do.”
It’s the truth.
And an even bigger truth is… no one has control over their heart. It follows its own rules. Every warning fails against it.