Chapter Ten
Chapter Te n
Lessons Learned
Roisin
My body was weightless. All the stress and chaos were driven from me by those glorious fingers of his. My brain was checked out, my body draped over him and my fingers lazing against the floor while I tried to make sense of the world again.
Had I ever been treated so?
This was how college boys made you feel after they gave it their all for twelve hours straight, and yet, I was fairly sure Ziggy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet.
“This isn’t because of Henny.” He kissed my shoulder, and I smiled, turning toward the sound of his voice, even if the words really didn’t mean anything to me yet, “It’s because you lied to me. Dishonesty is something I won’t have between us.”
I was somewhere between universes when his hand landed like lightning across my ass. It sucked me back real fast, and my lungs startled, trying to greedily grab every bit of air in the room as that unexpected burn set in.
The second slap landed directly on top of the first and my lower body flopped, all but offering the other side to him in sacrifice while the top stayed pinned beneath his forearm and weight.
“Ziggy!” I screamed, my hand shooting out wildly.
What the fuck was he talking about?
What lie?
He shoved my hip back down and landed a third swat to the fire he was building, and I screamed.
“I’ll never lie to you, I swear to fuck. I swear, please Ziggy! Wyatt!” My voice cracked, and my breath was coming hot and shuddering.
“You better not,” he murmured, his head coming down near mine as the weight of his forearm lifted from my back and he stroked my hair, “You better not.”
“I won’t.” I swore, while shifting my hips to try and disperse the sting.
He kissed my forehead and nodded, raising back up.
“Let’s try that again then, shall we?”
I vigorously nodded, and tried to press up, but he shoved my shoulder blade back down.
“No,” I panicked, screeching the word.
He paused, staring down at me, and I swear there was a smile in his tone, “I– thought you said I decide when it’s over?”
I subtly shook on his lap, my now sober mind reeling from what my lustful tongue had agreed to.
“I–”
“No limits. No safe word. That’swhat you said— Was that a lie, too?”
“No,” I blurted out, only to whip my head back when I heard something that sounded like a laugh.
He kissed my shoulder, his mouth a smile when it lifted from there and caught mine.
“Seriously.” He squeezed my ass. “Don’t ever be that fucking stupid with your own safety, Ro.”
I vigorously nodded, but he didn’t move.
“I won’t,” I promised.
“Good.” He nipped my lower lip and drew back to study me. “Are you scared?”
“A little…” I admitted, because I didn’t know him well enough to predict what would happen next.
I hated not being able to anticipate people’s actions. It kept me safe in Sean’s world.
“I don’t want you scared of me. It bothered you when I said that shit earlier.”
“What part?” I gave a nervous laugh and he smiled.
He kissed my shoulder again before he answered, “When you thought it sounded like I had five more back at the house.”
I opened my mouth but wasn’t sure how I wanted to answer that question. “I didn’t like it.”
“That’s a start.” He cupped the side of my ass he’d just been smacking, and I winced.
He lazily rubbed it and after a while, I relaxed, accepting he wasn’t going to hit me anymore.
“Viper,” I whispered.
“Hm?” Ziggy looked up from my ass and met my gaze.
“That’ll be my word. ‘Viper.’”
He kissed the middle of my back, nipped my side and came up to stroke my hair and stare into my eyes.
“Now you’re sounding like a girl that learned a lesson.” He smirked.
I smiled, unable to resist, “Does that mean your good girl can finally suck your cock?”
His head dropped like I’d shot him, and he abruptly clutched the side of my ass he hadn’t smacked yet and growled low in his throat.
“On your knees then.”
My heart skipped a beat at the bass in his tone. I couldn’t believe my luck, the events of my day, or the fact that I was likely still wearing his handprint on my ass as I settled on the floor.
He stood up in front of me and took his time unfastening his belt and getting his pants undone. When he finally shoved them off his hips and took his shirt off, I was left with a canvas of sorts. His body was detailed in ways I hadn’t expected, toned muscles, and sprinkles of hair were just the start. He had some expensive ink wrapped around his upper arms. Despite his claims to not be Catholic, he had a rosary draping from his right bicep.
The beads rippled as he stroked himself in front of me like he had all day to stand there like that. I lifted my ass off my heels and reached for his hips. He made a short, throaty sound of denial and I froze.
“Hands behind your head.”
My mouth opened, a protest at the ready before a huff of laughter chased it away and I slowly did as he asked.
“What’s your word?”
My eyes snapped to his and subtly widened, while I choked out the answer, “V-viper.”
“That’s it,” His hand shot out for my hair and my fingers momentarily slid apart, while my gaze snapped toward his cock, as he drew me closer to it.
“Eyes,” he snapped, and I forced myself to look up at him just as the crown of his cock pressed to my lower lip.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, painting my pout with precum, before he sighed, “But that mouth wasn’t always spouting so pretty today, was it?”
I swallowed, still unsure why I needed to remember the safe word, if he wasn’t striking me.
His cock tapped against the side of my mouth with a little force, “Was– it?”
The hint of a rasp in his tone sent tingles through me as I stared up at him and hesitantly shifted my head.
“No. It wasn’t. My VP should never put his hands on what’s mine.” He rubbed the head over my top lip, back and forth, before sliding it like lipstick over the bottom again. “And you, you should never call a patch or any man that word unless you’re packing and ready to pull the trigger.”
I sucked in a breath, and a protest lodged in my throat as his eyes widened. Rather than defend, I swallowed and nodded.
“Good girl,” He feathered his fingers along my jaw, canting my head just a tad, before he combed my hair back and fisted it again. “Then you already know which word I’m about to fuck right off your palate, huh?”
“Bitch?” I whispered.
“That’s the one,” he quietly sang, his eyes tightening as he tapped that heavy head against my lower lip. “Open up, tongue out.”
I sucked in a startled breath as his knuckles tipped the back of my skull and he led my face back a few inches. I licked my lips and opened my mouth obediently.
He didn’t shove his cock inside, though. Instead, he left me sitting like that while he lectured me.
“You’ve a right to be upset, beautiful, not to put yourself in harm's way. In the future, don’t be so careless with things that belong to me.”
He might as well have whispered those words straight to my pussy. His cock nudged at my lower lip, and I widened my jaw to accommodate him as it ground against my tongue, pressing its way to the back of my mouth. I stole a deep, somewhat obstructed breath, certain he was going to try to punish me with his next thrust. Instead, he lazily rocked his hips, enjoying the feel of my tongue with short, little stabs that made my mouth salivate like crazy.
“Eyes,” he breathily demanded, even though I hadn’t taken them from him.
It was the only warning I had before he thrust deeper. My chest heaved, and my hands shook as I willed myself through another deep stab of his hips, gagging all the while. I wasn’t all that enthused about providing oral sex usually. I generally got by focusing on the head and just giving a slobbery hand job with the rest, but for some reason, I really wanted to make him satisfied. My eyes watered while he nudged at my tongue with short, little stabs, giving me a moment to get my breath and bearings again.
“So beautiful, and you feel amazing. I knew I’d come to appreciate that mouth of yours. You’re fighting me a little, but you’re gettin’ the hang of it.”
My cheeks warmed, but I didn’t have too long to stew in my embarrassment before his grip locked on my wrists, sending shock waves through me all over again
“Right here,” he summoned my gaze again and I trembled so hard I was sure he’d feel it.
I was afraid I’d puke on him and humiliate the shit out of myself.
“Head back and swallow, keep swallowing.” He gently encouraged me, while he slowly made love to the entrance of my throat.
Focusing on something besides the desperate urge to gag helped a little, and soon his eyes tightened, and his breath came in restrained huffs. His grip on my wrists grew fierce, but as uncomfortable as it was, I loved it.
He jerked his hips back and growled, ripping me up to my feet without warning.
“Whoa–” I managed, once my mouth was empty.
Wyatt laughed and framed my face with his hands, kissing me deep as he guided me backwards.
“Turn around.” He saluted the wall with his chin, and I looked behind me, having momentarily forgotten where we were.
He guided me to turn and climb onto the edge of the sofa.
He kissed, nipped, and licked from my hip to my shoulder, and my body contorted to his will beneath him.
“That was beautiful, Ro. I’m a lucky man,” he murmured into the crook of my neck, hauling my ass back toward him.
I bit back a moan and rolled my hips, “I want to feel you.”
He hadn’t been gentle yet, and I wanted nothing more than to be devastated over the sofa now.
“You’re about to.” He distractedly murmured, while rubbing his cock between my thighs. I spread and braced when he firmly lodged it against the entrance of my pussy.
“What’s your word?” he rasped, his fingers dipping between my legs to smash and grind at my clit.
“Viper,” I shuddered, my heart racing as I felt the pressure build behind me.
“What is it?” he asked, again, his other hand trailing over my ribs to randomly swat my left tit and grasp the nipple in a pinch.
“Viper!” I screeched.
His hand shot up to my throat, snuffing the word from my windpipes, and his hips snapped forward.
I came hard, my eyes rolling back as he buried himself in a series of violent thrusts that left his knee on the sofa with me. He pinned me with his weight, his necklace of flesh still wrapped around my throat while he hate-fucked me from behind.
Each of those punishing thrusts sent a hot dose of pleasure racing through me. My body clenching at him and melting around him when that blessed cock began to pound me to that special floaty place again. The one where I was left smiling and stupid beneath him long after he’d finished his tormenting.
I heard a rumble of laughter, and realized he’d done it again.
“Damn you,” I huffed, sliding my hand along the back of the sofa.
I was too delirious to push myself up, and he murmured against it anyhow. He sprinkled kisses along my shoulder, and I realized he was supporting my trembling form, so it was probably a good idea to let him have his way.