Chapter 14 #2
His thumb traces my lips, and the second they part, he presses it into my mouth.
"Look at you," he murmurs his approval. "This is exactly what I need. Your wide eyes filled with fear and excitement. A masterpiece."
I whimper when he undoes his jeans.
"W-Wait…" I panic, but there's still a hand in my hair.
"I won't hurt you," he reassures in that arrogant voice of his that offers no comfort whatsoever. "I'll just use you, take everything you have to offer, and dig for more."
His cock springs out from his boxers, and my entire body liquifies at his feet. It's a shame he's such an asshole, because his entire body is divine. I'd felt how big he was when he broke into my house, but it's something else to have it right in front of my face.
"I've been starving for something, Nyx. Anything that would make me feel and push me to create. I'm sorry it ended up being you. But you're going to do as you're told now, isn't that right? That way, your boyfriend will stay clueless about your betrayals."
"Please," I whisper one last time, my stomach contracting from anticipation.
"The next time you say please," he says, "it'll be with your mouth full of my cock. Now show me your tongue."
He isn't violent. On the contrary, Achilles takes his time when he tortures.
He slides his cock slowly against my tongue, pushing until he hits the back of my throat.
And when he does, he angles my head with the hand holding my hair.
He pushes and pulls, in and out until I'm gagging around him, and then he goes farther. I choke when he presses down my throat.
"Look at me," he growls with pleasure.
I look up, eyes full of tears being forced out of me, horror and pleasure pulsing deep within me.
"There she is, all scared and hot for me. Beautiful."
My whimpers are blocked by his dick, forced to swallow them back.
"Now try again to say please."
I do, hoping it'll pacify him. Even with his dick deep in my throat, I try to formulate the word and watch as his eyes flutter shut.
My body trembles with desire, and I shift on my knees, sitting back on my heels to feel any sort of pressure on my clit.
He notices right away, a smirk breaking on his beautiful lips.
"Do you need me to take care of you?"
I try to shake my head, but he thrusts harder into my mouth.
"Don't lie, baby. It's already too late for you and your boyfriend anyway. You crossed the line a while ago."
Another hard push, and my hands come to wrap around his thighs. A mistake. They're strong, hard, and I want to bury myself against him. I want to feel all of him inside me, fucking me until I'm screaming his name.
"I won't force you," he says from his mighty position as he releases my hair. "The second you get desperate and want me to fuck that perfect cunt of yours, get on all fours."
I last less than a minute, too desperate to care anymore. I turn around, feeling the heat in my cheeks from embarrassment, and press my palms against the floor, looking back expectantly.
God, I hate that cocky smile. As if he can play me however he wants. As if I'll bend to his will whenever he asks, pray at his altar for whatever he promises to give me.
Or is it exactly what I'm doing?
I watch with stupid idolization as he unbuttons the black shirt he's wearing. For God's sake, why does he have that many abs? Why is his Adonis belt so defined? He's a trap for women, a walking wet dream who has no right being so ridiculously hot. He reaches for something in his jeans and pulls out a rubber before tearing the packet open. There’s something about a man rolling a condom on his dick. Something about Achilles’s fingers holding his hard cock. Maybe because I know what those fingers can do. Musically and to my body. He plays all his instruments with the same perfect dexterity, and that’s just what I am to him.
My head falls between my arms, groaning with frustration as he kneels behind me. I feel his dick at my wet entrance, and I'm about to push back when he disappears.
"Oh, Nyx." He laughs. "You didn't think I was going to make this easy on you, did you?"
"What are you doing?" I whimper.
"Getting exactly what I want out of you. For every fear of yours you share with me, I'll fuck you deeper and harder."
"What?" I choke. I try to turn around, but his hand is at the back of my neck, pushing me down until my cheek is pressed against the music sheets that fell off the stand earlier.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He runs the ridge between my lips, taps my clit with his tip, and says, "I'm waiting."
"I-I…" Shit, what am I supposed to say? "I'm scared of having something around my neck."
"That's cheating. I already knew it. Try again." I can hear his own lust as he rubs his dick through my wetness, driving me insane. But he doesn't approach my entrance.
"Fine," I whimper. "I…um…" I can't focus, too taken by the pleasure out of reach. "Someone breaking into my house. I'm scared if I don't know who's at my door."
I moan when he starts pushing inside me. "Very good. Keep going," he orders calmly without moving an inch.
"Fuck!" I snap. The pleasure of having him barely in and unmoving is driving me completely insane. "Achilles, please."
"Keep sharing your deepest fears, and I'll give you what you need."
"Masks." I try to breathe through the need.
"Masks?"
I nod against the sheets, feeling how sweaty I'm getting. "The…the…those skull balaclava types of masks. I hate them. They terrify me."
I can feel the need for explanation oozing out of him, but he holds back, not pushing. Even thinking about them freezes my blood, sending flashes through my psyche.
Any sort of panic is cut short by burning pleasure as he pushes farther into me.
"Oh God," I tremble, my pussy squeezing around him. "More…"
"Keep going, mon trésor." He caresses the side of my neck with his thumb while still holding me down, and I shiver with pleasure. "You're being so good for me."
"My dad's debts, losing hearing in my other ear," I pant, out of control as he starts fucking me, harder every time I share something new that terrifies me. "Being blindfolded. Sh-shit."
I moan so loudly, I'm worried Wren and Peach will hear me next door.
His thrusts become harsh, pushing me deeper into my submission.
"I'm going to…to come. Fuck, please don't stop."
"Give me one more," he growls, losing control over his own body and yet playing mine like an instrument.
"Jail!" I scream as I start to unravel.
"That's it. Give me what I need. Come hard while you're thinking of how I could use all of these against you."
There's no right and wrong in my mind anymore, just pure euphoria.
I explode powerfully, my vision growing fuzzy at the edges, and instead of letting me go, he brings his free hand to my clit, stroking me and doubling the pleasure.
My entire body trembles and tenses as he accelerates, fucking me as if his life depends on it, and another orgasm crashes through me as he explodes inside me.
He lands on his back at my side, panting, his black hair sticking to his forehead. My eyelids are heavy as a minute of silence passes.
Bringing his hand to my cheek, he caresses my hair out of my face as I finally lay down fully on my stomach, legs still shaky from our session.
"I wonder how long it's been since your boyfriend has seen you this satisfied."
Never. But do not tell him that.
My eyes shut, and I struggle to blink them back open. "You said you wouldn't tell Chase anything," I whisper.
"I won't." But that small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth inspires no trust, and my stomach twists with anxiety.
That's one fear I didn't share with him. My own boyfriend.
His eyes dart to the music sheets under my head. They must be messy and crumpled from me being fucked on them, but he doesn't seem to care. There's adoration sparking in his eyes when he looks at me again, the steel not so cold anymore.
"How did you two meet?" he asks with genuine curiosity.
It should be weird talking about my boyfriend with the man who just blackmailed me into cheating on him.
But the truth is, I haven't felt this good and comfortable in a long time.
I just admitted my deepest fears to Achilles, so telling him about everything else seems so easy. The orgasms must help too.
I lick my lips, put a hand under my cheek as a cushion, and when he notices, he offers his arm instead, forcing me to get closer to him as I lay on it.
"He came to collect money from my dad. He owed a lot.
And when he found me instead of my gambling old man, he took pity on me and told his boss that no one was home.
Then he would come and wait in my high school parking lot a few times a week.
We'd just talk, until one day, he asked me on a date, and I said yes. "
His eyes bounce between mine, and the first thing he says is, "What happened to the debt?"
"Uh, Chase is still covering it. It was a lot."
He cocks an eyebrow. "Huh. So that's what he holds over you."
I snap into a sitting position so quickly, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"Unlike you, he doesn't hold anything over me."
He stays lying down, crossing his arms behind his head as he looks up at me. Not a worry in the world.
"It's okay to be scared of him," he says simply. "You won't be anymore when I get rid of him."
I can only blink, taken aback for a few seconds. "When you what?"
"Lay back down, Nyx. You're not going anywhere."
"Yes, I am. Home."
"That picture of you covered in my cum will travel to Chase faster than you will. Then you'll have to turn around the second you get there and drive back here. Let's just save some time, and you stay here until I say you can go."
My nostrils flare as I try to keep my calm. What a fucking dick.
"So, I'm just at your beck and call now, is that it?"
"Yes," he says without shame. "When it comes to inspiration, nothing is off the table. Now take off your t-shirt and bra and lay back down. I need to feel your heartbeat."
I bite my tongue to swallow what I have to throw back and do as I'm told. Because what else am I supposed to do?
I'm completely naked when I lie on my back next to him. He goes on his side, propped on his left elbow, head resting in his hand, and presses his palm just below my left breast.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, then taps his fingers on my ribcage to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
He gets lost in the action, cupping my breast, starting to play with my nipple and making my breath hitch.
"You're so perfect."
I'm struggling to breathe, let alone process what he's saying.
"Chase has no idea what he's got. You deserve so much better than him. Someone who will treat you like the precious muse you are." He tugs at my nipple, and a moan escapes me, my back arching and pressing my breast harder into his hand.
I can't control my body's reactions around him, so I try to hold on to my mind.
"Someone like you?" I say through clenched teeth.
"Oh, no." He laughs softly, his head shaking. "No, you deserve much better than me. But I'm selfish. Manipulative. Apathetic. I don't care who deserves you as long as I'm the one who has you."
His words are a curse disguised as the cure to all my misfortunes.
His hand traces my skin down to my stomach, creating goosebumps on its way. He stops right at my mound, creeping closer to my clit slowly. Closer…closer…
I whimper when he pulls away. And I don't control my mouth anymore.
"Don't stop," I blurt out.
His smirk shows me he knows exactly what he's doing, but I can't help what I need. It's sudden…the desperation.
He brings two fingers to my clit, rubbing in loose circles until I'm writhing under him.
"More…please…"
"I know, mon trésor. I'm here." And he pushes inside my wet heat.
My legs fall open, and I buck against him, taking the pleasure selfishly until he stops.
"No!" I cry out.
"Open your mouth."
I do so in a split second. His eyes light up when he brings his fingers to my lips, and I suck on them wantonly. I curl my tongue around them, bobbing my head as if I'm sucking on his dick.
He's on me in the next second, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand as he guides himself between my legs. I was too lost in my desire to even notice he changed the condom.
Contrary to what he did earlier, he enters me in one thrust, fucking me so hard, I'm coming before I realize what's happening. His grip on my wrists is bruising, his thrusts vicious, his lips on my neck, his teeth biting, and I'm taking it all with no remorse.
I'm a malleable doll when we're done. I make it too easy for him to guide me until my head is resting on his chest. My eyes close without a second thought, forgetting that Chase is waiting for me at home.