9. Travis
TRAVIS
A whimper escaped me as I stared at Dax. Had he really just promised to…
“I told you I was a monster. I tried to warn you. Once my control breaks, that’s it. The guys I hook up with, they know the score. They know I need it rough and harsh, and I demand complete control.”
Jesus. Dax really was everything I craved.
“I tried to keep my hands off you, but I can’t do it anymore. That bastard could’ve killed you as you stood right there in the open. All he had to do was aim for your heart, and you would’ve been gone. I won’t have that.”
I started to protest, but he shook his head. “I don’t want any excuses. I just want to teach you a lesson.”
Was he serious?
“Who do you belong to?”
My mouth fell open, and I stared at him. The only word I could get out was “Please.”
“I already told you. You don’t get any mercy for me. Who do you belong to?” He squeezed my throat harder than he had before
I licked my lips and drew in a raspy breath.
Dax wasn’t cutting off my air, but his hand around my throat still spiked my fear, reminding me how dangerous he really was.
I wanted that danger. I wanted him to push me to the edge.
I liked the fear, but this time, I could truly trust the man I was with.
When I didn’t answer, Dax added a little more pressure. Instinctively, I reached for his arm with both hands, trying to free myself. Somehow, he seized both my wrists in his free hand. “You knew who I was. You knew how easily I could own you.”
“Yes.” I was barely able to make the word audible.
He eased up the pressure on my throat so I could speak more easily. “I… I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“Neither do I, but I’ve given up on that. Now come here.”
He kissed me again, and I kissed him back just as hard.
I slid my hands into his hair, needing something to hold on to.
It felt like we were fighting as much as kissing, and it was glorious.
Dax pushed his hands under my ass and pulled me against him.
The hard ridge of his cock rubbed against mine, and I groaned. I needed him inside me.
“Please. Dax, please.”
“I told you I’m not letting you go.”
“Show me how much you want me,” I begged.
“Jesus, how much proof do you need?” Dax took his hand and pressed it to his dick. “Stroke me.”
His thick shaft felt so fucking good. I wanted to be touching his bare skin. I fumbled with the button of his pants, but he took over for me, opening them and freeing his cock. I stared down at it, fascinated by his size and the precum beaded at the tip. “You’re so fucking big.”
Dax grinned. “Did you ever doubt it?”
I laughed. “I shouldn’t have. It’s so like you to have a dick like this.”
“Worried you can’t take it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to give me a choice.”
“I’m not.”
I sucked in my breath and tried to find the courage to ask for what I wanted. “I…”
“What? Tell me, Travis.”
“I want to take it in my mouth.”
His eyes widened. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Lie down.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but when I didn’t move, he pushed at my chest and turned me longways on the counter so I could hang my head off the edge.
My heart pounded so hard I worried I would pass out. “You’re r-really not going easy on me, are you?”
“Fuck no.”
This felt so wrong, so absolutely filthy, but my cock was about to break through my coveralls.
Dax shoved his pants down and positioned himself so he could tease my lips with the tip of his cock. “Is this what you want?”
I whimpered and tried to reach for him, but he pinned my wrists at my sides. For just a moment, reality burst in on this perfect fantasy. “What if Beau comes back?”
Dax growled. “You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me.”
“He’ll kill you.”
Dax grinned. “No. He won’t. No one will. Now open your mouth and quit arguing.”