Chapter 14 Serena #2
The unwavering grip on my hip gets tighter as he presses his front firmly to my back, the hardness of his dick grinding against the top of my ass. His left hand snakes around my waist, flattening against my stomach.
Goose bumps erupt down my body as he inhales deeply, his mask buried in my hair.
“Mmm. You smell so good.”
Reaching up, he switches the blade to his other hand, securing it on my hip, and the other slowly wraps tightly around my throat. “Your heart’s beating so fast. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”
Warmth pools dangerously in my core, and my breathing quickens faster with every second. My swallow fights past his grip, and he chuckles darkly, the sound soaking my panties.
“It’s a shame I don’t get to see you in that dress tomorrow.”
My eyes drift to my closet without thought, to where the garment bag hangs on the top of my closet door.
“Maybe I should break in to the event, steal you away, and have a moment alone with you. Lord knows I’m not going to be able to handle watching all those guys stare at you like you’re theirs.”
While it’s a sweet offer, there’s no way in hell he’s getting into the arena without a badge or a ticket. The security is tight as hell. No matter how good his sleuthing skills are, he’s not getting past them.
But the idea of him being there … watching me, waiting for the perfect moment to whisk me away and leave me breathless … is so fucking hot.
“I guess I’ll just have to take advantage of having you all alone tonight.” There’s a haunting pitch to his voice, and the sound shivers down my spine before turning cold and calculated. “Get on your knees. Stick out that pretty pink tongue for me.”
There is something about the way he commands me and bends me to his will that turns me on like nothing else in the world.
Maybe it’s because, outside of him, I’m a control freak, but I know he wouldn’t let me get away with it if I tried to reverse the roles.
He’d cuff me to the bed and spank the brat out of me, and I’d love every second of it.
In these moments, he owns me, and I’m happy to be his.
I’m hoping he holds back less this time. I appreciate his respect and restraint, but honestly, I’d be okay if he threw me around like a rag doll. Pin me to the wall. Toss me on the bed. I don’t care.
He spins me around in his grasp, and his hand shifts from my hip to the side of my ass, the knife following suit. His breath quivers, and my body responds eagerly, tingles rippling through me from head to toe.
Everything about him is intimidating.
His size.
His confidence.
His body.
And he knows it.
But the mask is a whole other thing.
Before him, I didn’t know I had a mask kink, but there is something so alluring about the fact that I let this man do whatever he wants to me and I don’t even know what he looks like.
I trust him more than I ever trusted my exes, and I literally don’t even know his name. He earned my trust, against all odds.
The red hearts glow in the dark room, but as I muster enough courage to look up, I can still see his eyes ever so slightly through the dark mesh.
They’re watching me hungrily, like a starving animal.
A chord of familiarity strikes me, but I can’t place it, and I don’t bother stewing on it for a second longer.
“Are you going to get on your knees, or do I need to put you on them?” He cocks his head to the side, studying me, challenging me.
Wetting my bottom lip, I slide my hands up his torso, taking full advantage of the proximity to greedily feel his abs and chest—things I haven’t explored properly.
“Having fun?” His voice is serious and rigid, but even beneath his facade, I can hear the sincerity in his tone.
Leaning up on my tiptoes, I slide my hands up and around his neck before pressing my lips to his mask, over the thin covering on his mouth. “So much fun.”
Before I push my limits too far, I gradually bend my knees, letting my hands explore more as I lower myself.
My fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats before trailing to the impossible-to-ignore bulge staring me in the face. I rub it firmly over his pants, stroking the length, and the most delicious growl leaves him, but he quickly forces my hands away.
“Stick your tongue out, like I said. Be a brat, get treated like a brat. Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you.” Reaching out, he runs his fingers down the edge of my face. He grips my chin, yanking it up so I look him in the eyes. “How do you want to be treated tonight?”
That question alone tells me everything I need to know about who he is, as if I ever doubted it before.
The illusion is that he’s fully in control, taking what he wants from me without my audible consent, but I know damn well if I used my safe word or told him to stop, he would without hesitation.
He’s offering me two paths, both ending in me getting absolutely wrecked, and honestly, I’m not sure which one I want just yet.
I shrug with a smile before parting my lips and sticking my tongue out like a good girl.
An animalistic growl leaves him, and my pussy pulses in response.
Slipping his hand into his pants, he grabs his length and pushes his sweats down with the other.
Guiding his throbbing erection, he swipes the thick tip across my tongue. Once. Twice.
But as he goes to do it again, I retract my tongue into my mouth and smile up at him with big doe eyes, knowing damn well what path I’m choosing.
Lowering enough, he grabs my jaw with his free hand, jerking my head side to side aggressively. “A brat then, huh?”
Lightly but firmly, he slaps my cheek in quick succession. “Open your fucking mouth, Serena.”
I toy with him longer, shaking my head with a knowing smile stretched across my lips.
Suddenly, he jams two fingers into my mouth, and I suck on them greedily, even going so far as to moan, feeling the vibration reverberate against him.
He chuckles darkly before bending down, meeting my eyes. I’m snapping his restraint, slowly but surely.
I wonder what’ll happen when he actually breaks.
His spit-coated fingers find my cheek again, slapping once before roughly wrapping around my jaw.
“Do you want me to put it in your tight pussy like this? Or do you want to soak it first? The choice is up to you, baby, but I’m five seconds from ripping your pants off and fucking you senseless, so you’d better choose fast.”
While I’m ninety-nine percent sure the moisture between my legs is enough to fill a lake, I do want to taste him, to weaken his resolve as much as he does mine.
With slanted eyes and pouty lips, I stick my tongue out, showing that just because I’m doing what he wants right now, I might not later.
He pats my cheek with approval, brushing his thumb back and forth as he inches the tip into my mouth. “See, I knew you could do it. Now, let’s see how far my cock can fit down your throat.”
Holy ever-loving God, this man is a professional at turning me on.
Doing my best to quell my gag reflex does little to help. I fight for my goddamn life not to cough as he thrusts forward, his dick forcing itself deep in my throat.
My eyes water, and with my hands on his thick thighs, I push away instinctually. “Sorry, I just need one second.”
He tips my chin up to look at him as he encourages me. “You can do it.”
Reaching down, he rubs my neck up and down, soothing it, and after a few strokes, I feel more relaxed.
Nodding, I stick my tongue back out and lean forward, readying myself. I want to try again. I want to do a good job. He’s done so much for me and shown me how much I mean to him. I want to do the same.
Slower this time, he eases into my mouth, his hands sliding in my hair as he sinks as deeply as I can take him. His cock cuts off my airway, and I inhale through my nose as he fills my mouth slowly, over and over.
Pulling back, he leans down and kisses the top of my head. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
His restraint lessens with each thrust, and I can feel him start to come undone. A sense of pride blooms in my chest. Seeing him fall apart because of my touch and my tongue is enough for me tonight.
Releasing my hair, he pulls out of my mouth, but I have a primal urge to make this man come right now.
“Don’t stop,” I protest, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard length.
Tenderly, I caress his balls with my other fingers, and his head rolls back.
“Serena, stop. It’s too good,” he whimpers breathlessly.
Pressing my lips against his tip, I flick my tongue against the slit, and he moans, telling me everything I need to know.
He’s seconds from coming, and he’s only holding back because he doesn’t want tonight to end here. He wants more, and so do I, but tonight won’t be our last encounter.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” I murmur before taking him deeper into my mouth.
He grunts, reaching up and gripping the top of the doorframe to keep himself steady, and fucking hell, there is nothing hotter than nearly bringing a giant man to his knees with pleasure.
His sweatshirt lifts up high, exposing his lower abdomen, and I get a good look at one of his tattoos that wraps around his side. I memorize every beautifully drawn design—my first look beneath his mask.
It’s hard to stay focused on one thing because every inch of him is perfect. His rounded pecs. His rippling abs that taper to his V-line and happy trail, like an arrow that points to his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, and I think that helpless, higher-pitched tone in his voice may be my new favorite sound. “Serena, oh God, you’re gonna make me …”
His cock goes rigid as his breath halts, his orgasm waiting, building, every nerve in his body starting to pulse right before this.
Delicious, masculine groans fill the room as he spills into my mouth in pulsing spurts, his dick throbbing as he comes against the back of my throat.
One hand falls to my hair, fisting it tightly, but the pain does little to warn me away. I flick my tongue under the base of his shaft, gently massaging his balls as he continues to spiral.