Chapter 36 #2
His open palm lands on the top of my thigh and I let out a screech.
Hard, stinging slaps land on my skin, hitting every part of my backside.
I pinch my lips together to keep the cries in my throat from screaming out of me.
Each smack feels harder than the last and I'm not sure how long I can hold them inside.
Fire spreads from his palm, licking my skin as he strikes me.
My ass burns and my eyes blur with tears.
They dribble down my face in wet streaks before pooling into a damp patch on the sheet.
I dig my fingers into the edge of the bed and pull with all my strength, but all I manage to do is wiggle in Gray's lap.
His dick hardens, pressing against my stomach and the breath rushes out of me.
His breath whispers against the back of my neck and I freeze. “I know you feel it,” he murmurs.
My voice gasps out of me in a hoarse croak. “Feel what?”
He hums against my ear, forcing a choked moan from my lips. “That you're falling for me, Ava,” he whispers.
My stomach somersaults. I open my mouth to scream, to tell him that he’s wrong, that I’d never fall for someone like him, but the words don’t come.
The only sound that makes its way past my lips is a strangled sob.
A fresh wave of tears sting behind my eyes, blurring my vision.
I pinch them shut, willing the tears not to fall.
“This is wrong.” The words whisper out of me so softly that I’m not sure he’ll hear.
“Does it feel wrong?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles over my sore cheeks.
I gulp, my mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land. Gray’s hand collides with my ass and I shriek as the fire on my skin relights. “I asked you a question,” he growls. “Does it feel wrong when you’re with me?”
“No.”
No, it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels anything but wrong. It feels…it feels…I don’t know what it feels like. I don’t know what this is. My heart aches in the softest way, in a way that I can’t understand. It feels like I’m…I’m…
Safe, the little voice inside of me whispers.
The sound of a hand colliding with my skin echoes through the room and I belt out a scream.
Pins and needles assault my pussy with stabbing pain as he slaps between my legs.
Once, twice, then three times before he stills.
My clit pulses beneath the heat of his palm and arousal trickles down my thighs.
“That’s it,” Gray says, “stay right here with me.” I cry out when his fingers brush against my clit.
His hand moves lower, making my core throb with need.
He traces his fingertip around my entrance and I buck into his hand.
My hips move erratically, grinding and gyrating, anything to make his finger slip inside of me.
“I’ll give you what you need, little bird.” Gray nips at the back of my neck. “But I won’t give you what you want.”
Gray lifts me, rolling me onto my back. I press my head into the pillows and stare up at him.
The morning sun falls through the window and streaks over his skin, deepening the shadows beneath his muscles.
I trace my eyes over his tattoos, following the shapes that whirl and writhe over his skin.
He presses his pelvis between my thighs.
I choke out a breath as I feel his erection pressing into me, barred only by the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
“Please,” I whimper, grinding my throbbing clit against him.
He leans in, his hand wrapping around my throat as his lips crash into mine.
He swipes his tongue over the seam of my lips and my mouth falls open on a moan.
He swallows my cries as his tongue slides against mine.
The kiss consumes me, shooting lightning through my veins until my skin crackles with need.
When he pulls away, my lips are swollen and tingling.
I arch my back, pulling myself up to reach him again. His hand on my throat stops me and I huff out a whine. He stares down at me, his lips curling into that devilish grin that makes my pussy drip.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” he says, “and right now, you need to submit, don’t you?”
Do I? My mind flits back to each time he’s taken control away from me, each time he forced me to submit to his will.
I recall the way my body sagged with relief and my mind became blissfully quiet.
I’m not na?ve; I read enough books to know what sexual submission is, but that’s not meant for women like me.
I’m too broken, too afraid, too damaged.
No, I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him.
I should want a normal life, the kind of life that he can’t offer me.
My chest tightens as I imagine the life I should desire, the white picket fence and Sunday dinners, the gentle lovemaking and soft kisses.
That’s what I’m supposed to want, isn’t it?
If it’s what my life should be, why does the thought of it make my heart ache?
I’ve been controlled by men before, hurt by them.
Do I really want to let Gray take control?
Do I want to be at his mercy? My pussy answers for me, clenching around nothing as my mind floods with thoughts of his punishing touch.
A garbled sound of pleasure croaks from my throat when his hand tightens around my neck.
“You need to let go, precious,” Gray murmurs. “You need someone to protect you, to take care of you, to free you from the things inside your head that hurt you. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. You have me now. You’re mine. My most prized possession, my perfect little pet.”
Mine. Perfect. Prized. Gray’s words seem to sing inside of me. They wrap around my heart like a soft blanket. The starved, wounded thing that lives inside of me curls into it, sheltering itself in its warmth.
He releases my throat and I suck in a shaky breath.
Gray crawls up my body, caging me in with his knees on either side of my head.
“Now,” he looks down at me, eyes shining with desire, “you’re going to take my cock in that sweet little mouth.
” His finger traces over my lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own.
“You’re going to be a good girl and make your master come. ”
He pulls the drawstring of his sweatpants.
The fabric slips down his hips and my mouth waters.
Dark tattoos curl around his muscular torso, snaking over the line of his Adonis belt.
The dark lines stand out against his pale skin, making him look otherworldly, monstrous.
My monster, the thought purrs through my mind.
When he reaches into his pants and frees his hard length, my mouth falls open. His cock is longer and thicker than any man I’ve ever been with, probably any man I’ve ever seen. I pinch my lips together because there’s simply no way that’s going to fit in my mouth.
“Open your mouth,” he demands.
Anxiety churns in my belly and I turn my head into the pillow. Gray grabs my face roughly. His thumbs push into the hollow of my cheeks until my jaw opens and a pained whine squeaks out of me.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says as he slips his hand into my hair and fists it tightly.
When I let my tongue fall from my lips, he runs his dick over it.
I swirl my tongue over him, catching a bead of precum from the tip.
The taste of him hits my tongue and a throaty moan spills from my mouth.
He responds in kind, a husky groan vibrating through his chest. His grip on my hair tightens, setting off little sparks of pain that skitter across my scalp, then he shoves himself into my mouth.
Pain radiates through my jaw at the sudden intrusion and my lips quiver.
He presses forward, forcing his cock to hit the back of my throat.
I gag around him and he moans. He guides his cock in and out of my mouth slowly, letting me gulp in a breath before pushing back in.
I swirl my tongue around him, tasting him.
Wetness pools between my thighs, my pussy begging for attention.
I try to wiggle my hand out from between us to touch my aching clit.
As if sensing my intention, Gray’s legs tighten around me, trapping my arms.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps as his hips thrust forward, his pace increasing. “Look how well you’re taking my cock, pet.”
He shoves himself into my throat, cutting off my air.
He pumps shallow thrusts into my throat, but doesn’t pull out enough to let me breathe.
My face heats and my lungs tighten. Tears leak from my eyes as panic begins to set it.
I can’t breathe. I need to breathe. My legs flail between us, kicking and quivering.
Spit dribbles from the corners of my mouth, pooling over my collarbones.
“You’re okay, baby,” he purrs. “You’re doing so well.”
My lungs burn and my vision begins to fade, the edges blurring and darkening.
Gray lets out a long groan. The masculine sound demolishes any semblance of sanity I have left, zipping through my body and sending shockwaves straight to my clit.
His body tenses and his legs shake. His hips stutter as he pumps his release into my mouth.
He pulls out quickly and I snap my jaw open, needing to spit, and breathe, and scream.
Gray’s palm covers my mouth and his fingers clamp around my nostrils.
“Swallow it,” he growls.
I force my throat to cooperate, gulping down his cum with heavy swallows.
He releases me immediately and I cough and sputter, sucking in great gasps of air.
Gray smiles as something between a sob and a scream passes my lips.
He brushes the tears from my cheeks and sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting my tears.
“I love your tears. You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.”