Chapter 2 #2
Dalton takes his hand off his half-hard cock to wash his hair, and it only makes him look more resplendent.
He’s flexing for my viewing pleasure as soapy suds slide down his body with rivulets of water.
He’s so densely tattooed I can’t comprehend the cacophony of pictures.
A skull, a cross, boxing gloves, a tire, two fighting roosters, and so much more.
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you saying I’ll get to come inside you?” He shakes his head so abruptly some warm droplets reach me, and I distract myself by carefully removing my shoes and pants.
He was meant to flush with embarrassment, stuck for words, yet I’m the one hiding my face in the shadows and frantically thinking of a retort while the choking aroma of soap scented like sea breeze reaches my nose.
“I want a fuck, not a cream pie,” I say, hoping he interprets it as me being unconcerned, not nervous.
He comes out of the shower and approaches me while wet, instead of using a towel like any normal person. I’m not fully undressed yet. I’m not… ready.
“Okay,” Dalton says and runs his massive hand up my arm, making my hair bristle. Body heat rises from him like steam. “I just need to know, so I can give you that fuck of a lifetime.”
Before I know it, he slides his other hand down my back, and into my underwear. Fuck, he’s confident. I freeze when his fingers make my skin melt and a broken sound forces its way out of my mouth.
What the fuck was that?
“My expectations are quite high after reading all those messages. For your sake, I hope you’re as good as they claim,” I say and meet his gaze even though I’m still in my own damn socks, and he’s cupping my ass cheek. Fuck, his palm is so large he could probably hold them both in a pinch.
My heart thuds loudly, and I worry he might be able to hear it too, yet I remain defiant, looking straight into his eyes. I wasn’t bluffing about the poison. If he kills me, he’s dead too.
“Only five stars, baby,” Dalton says and tickles my crack with a sly grin.
Un-fucking-believable.
“I’m not your fucking baby,” I snarl and place my hand on his throat, giving it a warning squeeze. There, that should keep him in check.
It’s hard to think about honorifics though when he presses so close to me I sense his cock against my stomach. I open my mouth for a kiss when he leans in, but his lips press to my neck instead, his tongue going up all the way to my jugular as I hold his.
“So what is it that Corvus likes, hm?” He slides his hand into my crack, and places the tip of his finger right on my pucker. “Is he just a greedy hole to me? A good boy who wants to please? Or a horny bottom who really wants to be gaped by a big dick?”
I don’t know.
I’m confused by the way he’s touching me, as if this isn’t about whether he lives or dies.
As if I’m yet another hot conquest to him.
I don’t need to open my eyes and seek out the mirror, because I know how we look together.
He’s taller, bulkier than me, but I am collaring him with one hand, unafraid of the bull about to charge straight at me.
His erect cock bobs, and I lean against him, as if every pore of my skin itches to kiss one of its counterparts on Dalton’s body.
Did he leave the shower running, or is the thudding of blood in my ears really that loud? How is it my nature that I want to be under a man like him so much, when in all other aspects of my life I crave control and complete dominance over my surroundings?
I don’t want to answer his questions. I don’t want to reveal anything, just see whether he can make me enjoy taking dick, but when his words caress my ear I find myself arching pliantly when he calls me a horny bottom and I clench my ass on his finger.
He exhales with a low groan that resonates all the way down my spine. I love how he feels against me. His size could be intimidating to some, but he’s pure indulgence. I want to feel him on top, and find out if he can use that thick tool between his legs.
“I bet you can’t wait to be filled,” Dalton murmurs and slides his finger in up to the first knuckle with ease.
I grab his shoulders as he shamelessly crooks the digit inside me.
Because yes, a part of him is inside me now.
I can’t fucking believe it’s happening. “Prepared yourself for it already. I love that. Did you look at my dick pics when you lubed yourself? So hot.”
Yes.
Yes, I did. And I rubbed my prostate as I stared at the pictures, imagining his cock was about to invade my slick body. I might have taken longer than was necessary.
How come he’s making me melt like this when we’ve only just started?
“There’s nothing that special about them.
A dick is a dick. Show me you can use it,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice steady.
I’m desperate to keep him in his place, as if he’s a dangerous animal, and I—his trainer.
Some of my hair has fallen out of place and now hangs in my face.
I wonder if it looks messy or romantic, or if he cares, as long as he gets what he wants out of this night.
I miss his finger as soon as he slides it out.
Even his digits are thick. I don’t get time to think much though because this beast of a man leans down, and before I know it, I’m tightening my hold on his neck, because he’s trying to pick me up as if I’m some dainty thing, not a sturdy, muscular guy.
“No.”
He exhales deeply, looking straight into my eyes from up close. “No? I won’t drop you.” The cocky smirk is back. “Just thought it’d be romantic. I could carry you to that torture chair bridal-style.”
“This is not about romance. What’s the matter with you?” I snap and give him a gentle shove, to make him let go. His lips twitch, but if I acknowledge that he’s mocking me, I will have to put an end to this, so instead I walk past him, straight for the door to my office.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Maybe I should just go on vacation somewhere far away and employ a professional to show me if I really want to be fucked into the mattress, or if it’s only arousing in my secret fantasies?
This big idiot might try to murder me in order to get out.
What if he reveals my secret as his last fuck-you to the Van der Horn family?
What if he humiliates me, so I never forget this lesson?
Doubts are choking me, and I spin around to face him. “On second thought, maybe I should pick one of the other prisoners.”