Chapter 5 Phoebe
FIVE
PHOEBE
“Just for tonight,” he whispered.
I fit perfectly in between his spread legs.
It was almost like I belonged there, staring up at him, holding his calf like a child would their parent when they were begging for something.
I could feel the heat of his touch like a branding iron, his thumb constantly rubbing against my bottom lip in soothing strokes.
And it fucking terrified me.
No man had ever affected me like this. I didn’t know how to feel about it.
Which is why I was an absolute wimp and nearly begged him to agree that this would end after the night was over, even if it felt wrong to the strongest degree.
I didn’t know how people were able to breathe when they were captivated with another human so much, for such a small amount of time.
Especially when that human started treating you like you were a lover and a whore.
He was simply everything in that moment, and I was a coward.
“Are you sure?” Aureo asked once more. He never moved his brown, deep gaze away from my own.
For him to be a man who belonged to the Stormed Souls, he was surprisingly very clean-cut.
He could easily have fit the bill of wearing a suit in a major company just as well as he could ripped jeans and leather vests on machines of steel.
I nodded in response. I think my voice would have cracked if I said anything.
“Good,” he nearly purred. “Now, rub my cock through my jeans, little one.” His fingers moved away from my mouth, only to cup my jaw once more. Maybe for the second time that night, I listened to him. I truly wanted nothing more than to curse the seven heavens when I noticed how my hand was shaking.
It wasn’t like I was a saint by any definition of the word.
I had sex. A lot of it.
And still, my hand shook like it was my first time giving a man a hand job.
Anxiety clawed at my brain. I was terrified of the man before me, yet my pussy ached for his touch—for his tongue.
He aroused me in the most commanding ways, and I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or humiliation that scoured me.
His gaze moved down from my face, following my hand, and a harsh breath escaped his clenched teeth when I palmed his length. Even behind the rough material of his jeans, he felt thick and hard, I swore I almost gulped. I felt the slightest tremor through Aureo’s arm.
He continued, nearly growling. “Take it out.”
I stilled, my caresses stopping entirely. “You take it out. You’re the one who seems to have such good control of it. Look, it’s hard and everything!” With added affect, I tapped his dick in a petting gesture. “Good boy.”
“Take my cock out of my jeans.” His voice was harsher. I looked up at him to see his lips curling back in a snarl of sorts. “Am I going to have to repeat everything I say all fucking night?”
Finally.
I was finally able to go back to exactly who I was: that girl fought anything with a pulse. Even if it ended in me getting my ass kicked.
“I don’t know. Are you going to softly demand things like you’re entitled to them all night long? I could be hard of hearing, you know. Isn’t a real man supposed to take what he wants?” I bit back, purposely squeezing his length harder than necessary, causing him to flinch just slightly.
He would be fine.
Maybe.
I honestly didn’t care at that moment. Fuck how he was talking to me.
Our eye contact could have waged wars, though we settled for our war alone. Anger seared me. It was a battle of wills, and I would have been damned if I said it didn’t excite me more.
“Move,” he nearly growled—barked, actually—at me. His heated grip moved towards my hair and he pulled hard enough that tears began to line my vision.
“What?” I asked incredulously.
“I am not going to repeat myself again, Phoebe. You fucking heard me. God, should I just go home and jerk off to my wall at this point?”
Slowly, heart dropping the slightest bit, I shuffled back a few inches.
Humiliation and uncertainty clawed at my brain now; I could feel my face blushing to the heat of an inferno. My hand moved off of his crotch, drifting down to the skin exposed by the rips in his jeans, just as his touch left my brown locks.
I gaped at him as a feeling similar to rejection flitted through me next.
Sure, I was being a bitch, but I didn’t expect him to completely deny me.
Regardless of our battle of wills, he was as intoxicating as the whiskey streaming through my blood.
I didn’t want it to end so soon.
He leaned forward with me and my face scrunched up as he started to remove the black belt secured around his waistband. It slid through loop after loop, the sound methodic, and I flinched when he snapped it out entirely, inches from my face. My gaze moved back to his face and I froze again.
He fucking smiled at my flinch.
“What’s your favorite safe word, pretty girl?”
I blinked. “What? What is that?”
“You’ve been having sex with these men and they never taught you about safe words?”
“No…” I led, a blush forming.
“Jesus fuck. You’re done fucking all these little boys. Your safe word with me is lavender, do you understand?”
Hope bloomed in my chest, for some ungodly reason. He wasn’t ending the night. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. You’ll only use it when you can’t take something I do to you. Do you understand? Whenever you say it, I’ll stop. And I’m a man, sweet girl. I’ll stop for the night and we won’t continue at all.”
I felt like I was in a fever dream.
He continued, snapping the belt in front of my face so I jumped and looked back at him. “Repeat it for me, baby.”
“Lavender.”
“Oh look, she does do what she’s told sometimes. Good girl.”
Fuck. I was going to combust on the spot.
Why was being talked down to so fucking hot?
I only had a moment to recoup, the urge to call him a dick on the tip of my tongue—to keep my bravado—before he lurched forward and looped the belt around my neck, cutting my gasp off entirely when he pulled it tight and secured it the buckle around my throat.
Immediately, I had the urge to start coughing and I moved my hands up to grasp the buckle, trying to pull it off of me.
I struggled, pulling and panicking, eyes bulging as tears sprung down my face automatically.
“Leave it,” he ordered. “It’ll get easier.
Unless you start acting out again. Then I’ll just keep pulling it tighter, and tighter, until your goddamn throat constricts on itself.
You think I care about your princess status?
You’re the one breathing heavy for it. Maybe I should just leave you here, blue in the face, until you can act right. ”
Fear spread throughout my chest faster than water seeping from a broken glass. And for the first time that night—I was glad that I was on my knees.
But I listened. For some ungodly, unknown reason, I listened.
This was fucking idiotic. Aureo was nearly twice my age and he was my father’s ride or die.
I thank God there weren't any cameras in this bar. I would be horrified if anyone saw me like that. Hell, I was horrified, just from the man before me.
Yet, here I sit, with a fucking belt on my throat like it’s a dog collar.
Slowly, I lowered my hands down to his legs again. My throat was already restricting itself from how badly I wanted to gasp down mouthfuls of air. But I wasn’t going to push him until I was adjusted to the new sensation.
Aureo purred, “Good girl,” as his hands returned to my face and hair. “Good fucking girl. Take my cock out of my zipper, little devil. Careful of the metal. I don’t wear briefs, ever.”
I shuffled forward again and practically groaned as my knees dug into the hard floor. I would need a pillow if I was going to spend the entire night down there, on the floor, like his goddamned puppy.
Nevertheless, I did exactly as he asked of me.
Without the loud crowd that typically filled Crows Cavern, or the music that was even louder, the sound of his zipper sliding down and over his length could have echoed, if it weren’t for both of our harsh breaths.
I maneuvered his jeans just slightly, unbuttoning the metal holding them together, before my fingers met the soft flesh of his member.
Doing as he said, my breath stuttering, I shifted his dick out of his jeans, narrowly avoiding the metal.
Holy hell, he was thick.
Sure, I had slept around some, but even then, I wasn’t certain this thing could even fit inside my mouth.
I didn’t even like big dicks.
They hurt.
His grin only widened as he stared down at me.
He moved his fingers back towards my mouth, only to shove two of his large fingers in my mouth.
I wretched as I felt the pad of his index and middle finger against the back of my tongue, wholly unprepared for the movement.
My head kicked back, trying to fight, but he only raised one of his brows as his other hand moved to the belt buckle, ready to tighten it again.
I was going to kill him.
Or he was going to kill me.
Or I was going to kill myself for noticing how my pussy clenched in need from the threat.
Regardless, only one of us would walk out of here tonight. I was sure of it.
He explored my mouth with his fingers, the calloused pads of his fingers so used to rubbing against the metal grooves of a bike now pressed against the inside of my cheek.
I let him, refusing the urge to bite, up until he suddenly shoved his fingers down my throat once more.
I lurched forward into him, the sliver of skin from my crop top meeting the leather material of the couch, gagging and coughing as my stomach lurched with me.
This was so fucking humiliating. I was going to throw up on the man who, for some unknown reason, thought finger fucking the pussy equates to the mouth as well. Tears escaped the corners of my eyes.