Chapter 6 #2
I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the butter knife from the counter and charged at him, knowing damn well I wasn’t about to succeed at hurting him but unable to control myself.
I just needed to do something. Needed to fight back. Needed to feel like I had some kind of power in this situation.
Stone moved fast. Much faster than I expected. He grabbed my wrist mid-swing, his large hand wrapping around it like a vice. He squeezed, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make me drop the knife. It clattered to the floor.
I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, my whole body trembling with rage and frustration and something else I didn’t want to name.
Stone just stood there, calm as ever, looking at me like I was a complete idiot. Like I was a child throwing a tantrum.
Then he kissed me.
His mouth crashed against mine, hard and demanding, and I wanted to kick my own ass for the way I immediately kissed him back. For the way my lips parted for him. For the way my body melted into his even though my mind was screaming at me to push him away.
His hands slid down my body, rough and possessive, until he was gripping my ass in both hands. He lifted me and set me down on the kitchen island.
I should’ve fought him. Should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve told him to get the fuck off me.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
Stone broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to look at me. Then his hands moved to the hem of my tank top, and he yanked it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him. I was braless. His eyes dropped to my breasts and something dark and hungry flashed across his face.
He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, and I gasped, my back arching. He moved to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he bit down gently.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hands moving to his head.
Stone kissed down my flat stomach, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat on my skin. When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down my legs.
I wasn’t wearing any panties.
I heard him groan. It was a deep, guttural sound that made my pussy clench.
He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and I stared back at him, wondering what he was about to do. His face was eye level with my pussy, but he’d never put his mouth there before.
“I need to taste you,” he muttered, his voice rough.
And then he tossed my legs over his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my head falling back.
His tongue was everywhere. He licked from my clit all the way down to my asshole, then back up again, his tongue flat and wet and relentless.
He did it again, and again.
Then he focused on my entrance, his tongue dipping inside, fucking me with it, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.
“Stone,” I whimpered, my hands gripping his head, holding him in place.
He moved up to my clit, his lips wrapping around it, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I was humping his face shamelessly now, grinding against his mouth, chasing the orgasm I could feel building in my core.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. And then I was coming hard.
I gushed all over his face, my whole body shaking, my thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Stone didn’t stop.
He kept licking, kept sucking, lapping up everything I gave him like he needed every single drop.
When I finally came down, gasping for air, I looked down at him. He was staring up at me with this crazy, obsessive look in his eyes. Like he’d just discovered something he couldn’t live without. Like he was completely and utterly gone.
This nigga had to be clinically insane. There was something wrong with him. He wasn’t normal.
Stone rose to his feet, his face glistening with my wetness, and quickly freed his dick from his pants.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t give me time to prepare. He just forced his way inside me in one hard thrust, and I felt it everywhere at once. He started fucking me with punishing strokes, each one deeper and harder than the last, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on.
“You came all over daddy face, huh?” he said, his voice low and dirty in my ear.
I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him.
“You gon’ come on daddy dick too, ain’t you?”
I felt myself getting even wetter, felt my body responding to his words in a way that should’ve embarrassed me but didn’t.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his hand wrapping around my throat.
“Yes!” I gasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy!”
And that was it. That was the final straw.
Stone groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and I felt my own orgasm building again, fast and intense. We came together, our bodies locked tight, both of us shaking with the force of it.
I was panting loudly as if I’d done any of the work. Stone’s breathing was normal as always, like he hadn’t just fucked me within an inch of my life.
He pulled out and looked down.
“Shit,” he muttered.
I followed his gaze and realized what he was looking at. He’d come inside me. No condom.
He looked up at me, his expression unreadable.
“You on birth control?”
I glared at him, still trying to catch my breath.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, my voice sharp. “But you been holding me hostage, so I ain’t been able to take them.”
For a second, something flickered across his face. Concern, maybe, or regret. But then it was gone.
Stone didn’t respond. He fixed his clothes, zipped up his pants, and walked out of the kitchen without another word.
I sat there on the counter, my legs still shaking, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
What the fuck was happening? What were we doing? What was Stone’s endgame?
Was he ever going to let me go, or was I stuck here for the rest of my fucking life?
I didn’t have any answers. All I knew was that I was trapped.
And I didn’t know how to get out.