Chapter 35 #2
I lean forward, reaching to the nightstand before us and grabbing a small bottle from the inside shelf.
I pop it open, coating myself in the smooth oil.
I keep my eyes on Sterling as I do, tracing the way he’s laid out before me, pinned down under my knee now against his ass, with the rice and herbs and crystal shards pushing into the side of his face.
Good fortune indeed.
I pour more oil into my palm, removing my knee as I spread his cheeks and coat his entrance.
He lifts his ass towards me, begging silently for more.
I smack him, eliciting another cry as I force his ass back down.
“You won’t get it until I’m ready for you to have it.
Stop humiliating yourself and take what I give you when I give it. ”
He stays still beneath me and I spread his cheeks again, working my thumb over his tight hole and prepping him to take me. He bites down on his lip, trying hard to keep his desire under control. His hips twitch with the effort, primal need building inside him as I work him more fervently.
When I cannot wait another moment longer, I pull back and tug his hips up off the floor, lining myself up with his entrance and sinking myself into him.
“Fucking hells,” I breathe, the sound coming out like gravel.
I rock in and out of him a few times, teasing as I slow my rhythm.
I want to see how long it will take him to react.
How much I can toy with him before he cracks.
It doesn’t take long before he’s arching his back for me, chasing after my dick with each inch I retreat.
I take the opportunity to strike, shoving him back down into the rice. I slam into him, over and over. My hand presses to the side of his face, pushing him deeper against the floor as I imagine the imprints decorating his skin with the most beautiful of patterns.
“Is this what you wanted, Sterling? To feel used and abused by those around you? To be shoved into the ground like the filth you are?”
I feel his head nod beneath my hand and I hold him tighter, refusing to let him continue the motion.
I pump faster into him, practically frantic with my movements.
I can’t get enough of him, can’t control myself when he allows me to treat him this way.
We fit so well together, his wants and my needs.
And I would love nothing more than for him to see how perfect we are. Without her.
“And who is it exactly that you want to treat you this way? Who is it that you want to fuck all those rancid little thoughts from your mind?”
“You, Ezekiel,” he whimpers. “Only you.”
“Then fucking take it,” I growl, letting the last of my control slip. “Take it and be grateful I’m not throwing your ass out for ruining my hardwood floors with your pathetic tears and cum.”
I curl my fingers into his long chestnut waves, letting the sound of his whimper thrust me towards my release. He cries out beneath me, joining our climax as I bottom out against him. I collapse on top of him, breathing heavily as he stills.
My body relaxes against him, the tension I’d been carrying melting away as I’ve made my point.
I kiss away the tears streaming down his cheeks as we lay together in the rice. Moments pass in this silent grief. I’m sure they will slow, as they always do. But to my dismay, they just keep coming.
“Come on, Sterling. Let's get you cleaned up.” I rise off of him, scrubbing a hand over the side of his body to rid his skin of the spell still stuck to him. He doesn’t respond, his eyes far too distant for my liking.
I get him in the bed, retreating to the bathroom only long enough to bring back a damp, warm washcloth.
I clean his face in an attempt to erase the evidence of the tears that won’t stop.
They slip and dance over the marks I’ve left on his body.
And it breaks my heart and turns me on at the same fucking time.
“Sterling,” I sigh. Because I know this isn’t how he should be after a scene. I know what I just did was the wrong fucking thing as his dom. He wasn’t in the position to be topped like that. And I let my selfishness win as I tried to fuck that girl from his mind.
“Why didn’t you use your safe word?” I whisper, shaking my head as I tuck a loose wave behind his ear.
He just stares ahead, as if he hasn’t even heard me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, standing from the bed.
“I’m going to get something from Laurel for you to take.
Just stay here, okay? I'll be right back.”
Still silent, he curls in on himself.
I reluctantly stalk out of the room, closing the door silently behind me.
In the hall, I let my head fall against the closed door.
I flex my fists at my side, so angry with him for not using his safe word when things got too intense, but even more angry at myself for not realizing his true intentions when he walked into my room.
He wanted this, knew I would treat him this way.
That’s why he came to me. And while we’ve used this before to help him overcome these thoughts, that wasn’t his intent today.
I should have sensed it, should have turned him down.
He has put his trust in me and I knew when he walked in my room that I wasn’t in the right state of mind to perform such a scene.
I stalk down the hallway till I’m sure I’m out of earshot, turning and punching the wall as I scream in anger.
I fucked this up. As I seem to always manage to do.
And I’m fucking pissed at Sterling. At myself.
But the reason for his suffering, the thing that’s got him all fucked up to being with, radiates through my mind—collecting the whole of my anger as I push through the clubhouse looking for Laurel.
The fucking girl. It doesn’t matter what she does now, what she’s been through before.
If her father exiled her or not, If her scent has captured the lot of us in whatever the fuck primal restlessness this is.
This is exactly the reason I cannot give into Sterling's request. No matter how alluring she may be, no matter how special Sterling claims she is, I won’t see him hurt.
And when it comes to a Watcher, there’s only one thing that is always guaranteed.
She will be his ruin. And I cannot stand for that.