Chapter 11 Baby Steps #3
“But I’m not going to do that,” he murmured, causing my eyes to shift and plead with his.
“I may be cruel, Jaden, but I’m not that cruel.
” Yes, you are. “I’m also smart enough to know how counterproductive that is to my own self-interests.
” His thumb continued to gently stroke the side of my cheek, coaxing a false sense of comfort in his sudden tenderness.
“Regardless, you need to accept the recovery plan I’ve chosen for you, even if it’s at a slower pace than you’d like. Do you understand?”
I groaned in despair, shaking my head. “No, I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you’re deliberately keeping me like this. Why you’re sabotaging me!”
Darren inhaled a slow, quiet breath, his eyes drifting over me like a predator would while they played with their food. A single corner of his mouth lifted, the glint of something heinous taking over his features. And then he sighed and whispered softly.
“Because you’re just so damn cute when you’re helpless.”
I felt all the oxygen leave my body at his admission. The scowl I knew was forming on my face only made the smile on his widen. And then he dipped his head to slam his lips against mine in an all-consuming kiss, claiming my mouth in a show of force I couldn’t combat.
Wrapping his hand around my jaw, he forced my lips to part, allowing his tongue access to mine.
He kissed me with a single-minded purpose, his message clear and unquestionable.
That he held all the power. That I had no recourse other than to accept his will like it was my divine duty to obey his every word.
Nothing burned hotter in my blood than my hatred for this man. But my hatred for myself was a close second every time he touched me.
When he released me, I was panting and breathless, my entire body tight with heated tension. His hand remained wrapped around my jaw, his thumb grazing along my cheek as his gaze finally softened.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and do what you’re told, or do I need to keep you here another week?”
I sighed in defeat, my body no longer fighting his hold on my wrists, and resigned myself to what I knew I couldn’t control.
“I’ll be good,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“That’s my girl,” he drawled and lowered his head to reward me with another kiss to show his approval of my submission.
This one started small, but it grew into another display of dominance that I quickly gave in to just to appease him. Opening my mouth wider, I allowed his tongue to spar with mine, to take exactly what he wanted.
His free hand began to travel from my face, down my chest and under my shirt and bra until he was cupping my bare breast. Rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I whimpered into his mouth as I instinctively tried to pull my wrists from his grip.
Aside from that one blow job, he’d barely touched me since the accident, a price I was willing to pay to put some distance between his hands and my body. But now that my bones were healed, all bets were off, and I wondered how much longer he would go without.
Releasing my breast, he roamed his hand over my abdomen, moving farther south until his fingers breached the lining of my thong. I gasped into his mouth as his finger slipped even lower and brushed passed my clit to stop where the wetness I was trying to ignore had gathered.
Fuck.
Pulling from my lips, he brushed his mouth against my cheek.
“You’re wet,” he declared, his voice smug with triumph.
He slowly dragged his finger back and forth over my swelling clit, making my body shudder from a pleasure I wanted so badly to deny.
“Walk away,” I pleaded, my breath coming out in pants as he continued to play with me.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growled, pulling back just to rip my lounge shorts and thong away and toss them over his shoulder.
“Darren, wait,” I begged, my anxiety spiking as he parted my knees with his hands. I didn’t know if he was going to fuck me or tease me, but I was nervous that his sudden proximity would cause him to lose control and do something I’d regret.
“No,” he snarled and then covered my pussy with his mouth.
My head fell back against the bed, my traitorous body surrendering to the will of his tongue almost immediately. It had been a long three months without any sex. But while my mind was grateful for the break, my pussy was eager to make up for the lost time.
Darren’s tongue swept over every square inch of me, licking and sucking and biting until my moans and whimpers could no longer be contained. I gasped as he inserted a finger, thrusting in and out, causing my core to convulse around him.
The pressure built, and my hips involuntarily jerked against his mouth with a need I never wanted to admit. Answering my body’s call, he inserted a second finger and curled them inside me, stroking my inner walls as his tongue lapped up my slit like a man starved.
And then I was coming in his mouth, my orgasm bursting throughout my body in waves that overtook all reasonable thought. But Darren didn’t stop. Even when I tried to wiggle away, he pressed his arm across my abdomen and held me down as he continued his feast.
“Ah!” I cried. “It’s too much.” The sensitivity was so intense, causing me to squirm and fight even more, but Darren kept me trapped in place, unrelenting in his objective.
My body was taut with so much tension, my nails digging into the sheets as my hips and legs trembled helplessly under him. The pressure was quick to build, and before I could comprehend it, I was coming again, screaming and crying as shock wave after shock wave violently barreled through my body.
When my hips finally dropped back to the bed, my entire being pathetically spent, Darren finally released me and pulled back just in time for him to suddenly come all over my spread pussy with a feral groan.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d been stroking himself the entire time, waiting for his own release to arrive so he could coat me in his cum.
His chest heaved slightly as he reached out and rubbed his seed all over my tender, swollen flesh, causing my body to flinch with little jolts of pleasure.
“Fuck, I missed this image,” he growled, the savage hunger in his voice barely contained.
I said nothing as I waited for him to finish gawking at me, my eyes tracing lines in the ceiling to distract myself from what we’d just done.
Grabbing my shorts from the floor, Darren moved to put them back on, and I quickly planted my feet into the mattress.
“What are you doing? I need to clean up first,” I protested.
“Like fuck you do,” he growled, yanking my legs into the shorts and pulling them up my thighs. “I want your pussy soaking in my cum until I say otherwise. Now lift your hips.”
I scowled at first, then prepared to raise my hips when he suddenly smacked the side of my ass so hard I was sure it would leave a bruise.
“Ow!”
“Do as I say,” he ordered, his voice stern with warning.
I growled at him. “I was—” Another smack landed in the same spot even harder, making me grit my teeth and launch my hips up so he could slip the shorts back up to my waist.
Stepping back, he pocketed my thong and then leaned over to right my body back up against the pillows.
My ass still stinging, I folded my arms across my chest and stared straight ahead, avoiding his domineering gaze. But then I felt his hand softly tangle in my hair, a gesture that appeared sweet at first until he tightened his fist and yanked my head into an awkward angle.
I gasped at the sudden sharp pain, my entire body tensing up as his other hand gripped my jaw. Darren held me still as he kissed me, parading his dominance over me with his lips and tongue until I was breathless and panting.
“Remember what I said,” he warned, pulling away. “Don’t let me catch you disobeying me again.”
He released my hair and then walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a finality that made me shudder inside. Frustrated, I fell all the way back against the pillows, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.
I guess today’s menu included boredom, a sticky cum-coated pussy, and a heavy serving of self-loathing.
A few seconds later, Clive and Owen came back into the room, shutting the door and sauntering inside. I didn’t need to look at them to know they were wearing their signature “told you so” smirks on their faces.
“Still want that daily glass of dumb bitch juice, Jaden?”
“Shut the fuck up, Clive.”