Chapter 16 Damon
DAMON
He’s not squeezing hard or restricting my air at all, but the threat that he could is enough to make me whimper like a cornered animal.
I’ve heard enough rumors about Xave and his cousins to know he’s dangerous, even if I hadn’t watched him kill three men like it was just another day. I’m not under any delusion that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, end me right now if he wanted to.
He has all the power, and even though that thought is terrifying, I can’t deny my hard dick or the heat curling in my belly at the idea of him having full control over me.
“Gotcha,” he rasps in that sexy voice from the party.
I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, but it sounds different enough from his normal speaking voice that I wouldn’t be able to place it if I hadn’t seen his face.
What if it’s not him? What if you just thought it was because you want it to be?
A shudder rips through me as terror floods into my system, and I grab his wrist. Not to pull him off me, but because I need something to ground me so my thoughts don’t spiral and send me into a panic attack.
A low chuckle rumbles out from under his hood, and I can only gasp and hold his wrist tighter as he takes several steps forward, pushing me with him until my back hits the rough bark of a tree.
He isn’t cutting off my air, but the implied threat that he could at any second sends my thoughts, and my libido, spiraling.
I don’t understand why any of this is hot, or why I’m so hard my dick actually hurts, but I don’t have the brainpower to analyze all the reasons this is fucked up.
Or what the hell is wrong with me that I like it.
Xave tightens his grip on my throat the slightest bit, and my next breath comes out as a wheeze.
The darkness of the woods is heavy and sinister, and the fact that I can barely make out anything around us only adds to my terror and excitement.
Xave lets out a dark chuckle as he slips his hand under the bottom of my jacket and presses it against my cock.
“Somebody’s enjoying themselves,” he says in a low rasp that’s just different enough from his usual voice that I once again find myself questioning whether it’s really him.
No, I know it is. I saw his face.
“Go on, I dare you to deny it,” he practically purrs as he leans closer. “Are you going to deny it, Damon?”
Something about the way he says my name, like it’s sacred and special, sends a different kind of pleasure through me that has nothing to do with physical desire.
Before I can read too much into that, the scent of something dark and heady wraps around us, mixing with the earthy smells of the forest. My insides go haywire as memories from that night at the rave and what happened at the party come flooding back to me.
I already knew that smell can be a powerful trigger for memories and emotions, and given how my dick pulses and throbs against his hand, it would seem my body associates Xave’s scent with orgasms and getting off.
He chuckles again and rubs his hand over my length in a long, deliberate stroke. “That’s right,” he whispers, leaning in so close I can feel the heat from his skin as it radiates into mine. “You like this.”
Still gripping his wrist like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to earth, I open my mouth to say something, but the only sound that comes out is a soft, whimpering moan.
His answering laugh is deep and throaty as he squeezes my dick just hard enough that a sting of pain mixes with a rush of pleasure, and my eyes almost roll back in my head from how good everything feels.
It’s like sensory overload, but in the best way possible, and another of those whimpering moans falls from my lips before I can stop it.
“I could do anything I wanted to you right now,” Xave says, his voice low and husky. His lips are so close to my ear that they brush against it with every word, sending little shivers of pleasure ricocheting through me. “I could force you to get on your knees and fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
My entire body tenses, and my hips twitch forward, pressing my dick harder against his hand.
His chuckle is drenched with lust and amusement, and I have to bite back my protests when he pulls his hand from my cock.
“You’ve thought about it, haven’t you.” It’s a question, but he says it like it’s a statement. “You want to know a secret?”
I don’t answer. His questions are obviously rhetorical, but that doesn’t stop me from unconsciously holding my breath as I wait for him to tell me.
“I’ve thought about it too.” He gives my earlobe a nipping bite, causing more of that pain/pleasure mix that’s as exhilarating as it is addictive to explode in my senses.
Strong, nimble fingers pop the bottom three buttons on my coat, and I practically start vibrating with need when he palms my cock again, then gives it a hard squeeze.
“Do you know what else I could do?” he asks conversationally, like he doesn’t have me pinned to a tree by my throat and isn’t gripping my dick like it owes him money. “I could turn you around right now and bend you over.”
Xave tightens his grip on my throat, the pressure just hard enough to restrict my air without cutting it off, at the same moment he flicks open the button on my pants.
Fear and anticipation mix and mingle with the lightheadedness from having my oxygen restricted, and the world around me spins as pleasure floods through me like water through a broken dam.
“You’d look so hot like that,” he rumbles, his voice low and gravelly. “All ready and waiting for me to fuck you.” Deftly, he pulls down the zipper of my fly, and I nearly sob with relief when he slips his hand under the fabric of my underwear and wraps his warm hand around my dick.
He doesn’t stroke me at all, and it takes every bit of my remaining willpower and self-control not to thrust into his hand.
“And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you?” He nips at my ear again, and this time my eyes do roll back when he slowly drags his hand down my length.
“You’d look so good like that, all bent over and ready while I put my dick in you.
” He lets out a low groan, his warm breath fanning out over my ear and neck and tickling the sensitive skin. “And you know why you’d let me?”
Xave lets go of my dick and roughly pulls my pants and underwear down so they’re sitting just under my ass. My jacket is long enough that the only part of my skin that’s exposed is my dick and groin, but the intense feeling of vulnerability that falls over me doesn’t have the effect that it should.
Instead of shocking me back to reality, it amplifies the good feels rolling around inside me and makes me want more.
“You’d let me because you’re mine,” he rasps.
There’s something in his tone that doesn’t sound like simple sex talk. It’s final and firm, like he’s telling me how it is and I have no choice but to accept it.
A strange feeling breaks through the haze of desire and need that’s become my entire reality, but before I can even try to unpack it, Xave grips my cock and gives it a hard jerk.
“This is mine,” he says in that same voice. “And this.” He lets go of my dick and closes his hand around one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it so hard I know bruises will soon bloom under my skin. “Is mine.”
He releases the pressure on my throat, and static explodes in my vision at the sudden rush of oxygen-rich air.
“Now.” He lets go of my ass. “Are you going to be good and get on your knees for me? Or am I going to make you?”
The threat behind his words is very real, but that doesn’t stop my mouth from watering at the thought of getting to taste him again, and my knees go weak as I’m hit with the overwhelming desire to do exactly what he said.
But under the desire to be good for him is something else. Something dark and primal, something I’ve spent years ignoring and pretending isn’t there.
As fucked up as it is, I want him to force me. I want him to take away my choice and put me on my knees so he can use me. And it’s far from the first time I’ve had thoughts like this.
I’ve always fantasized about things that people aren’t supposed to want, and I’ve spent my entire adult life keeping those urges repressed. I know I’m fucked up and there’s something seriously wrong with me, but right now, I’m tired of caring.
Xave and I might not be anything to each other, but he’s obviously into this. If I could trust him with my life after we were kidnapped together, I can trust him with my body—and my secrets—if I submit to him.
Another dark chuckle fills the air between us, and moving faster than I can register, Xave catches me by the throat again.
I let out a surprised gasp, but it’s cut off as he tightens his grip.
“I was hoping you’d pick door number two,” he says in that raspy voice that does things to my insides. “It’s more fun when you fight back.”
I stumble and trip over my feet as he drags me away from the tree, but instead of throwing me to the ground like I’m expecting, he lets go of my throat and shoves me down by my shoulder.
My legs give out under the force of his shove, and I hit the forest floor with a groan as tiny rocks and other debris dig into my knees.
“Now,” he says in a purr that’s both sinister and sensual. “Take out my dick.”
Some clouds must move over the moon because the dim light around us goes out, plunging us into near darkness. I can’t see anything around me, and the only part of Xave I can make out as I look up at him is the faint outline of his body.
My heart rate picks up as my other senses go into hyperdrive. Every sound is just a little bit louder, and the scents of the forest grow sharper. Even my skin feels like it’s a size too tight, and my hands are literally tingling from the desire to do exactly what he said.
A big hand runs through my curls. The unexpected touch is light as he strokes my hair a few times, but before I can try to figure out what’s with the change in tactics, he twists his fingers in the strands and grips them tight.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he threatens.