Chapter Tribute
Tribute
One beat, then two passed. My jaw dropped as his words registered. My brows flew into my hairline. I waited for Dane to laugh, to admit this was a joke. In my books, this was the part where I would have squealed and kicked my legs against the mattress.
Reality refused to align. Part of me wanted to run, but the silence stretched, and I realized—it was real. This was happening.
He didn’t motion me closer. He just waited.
The steel gaze across the room held no laughter. Dane meant business. My eyes snagged on the movement when he lifted his arm. For a second, hope bloomed, only to be crushed as he pointed down with his index finger. He was dead serious. I stared at him, mouth agape.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His voice sent tingles down my spine.
My breath faltered.
“Let’s try this again. Do you want to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t recognize the sultry tone in my voice.
My pulse skidded as I sank to my knees, scraping against the hard floor. It hurt, but I’d knelt on cut glass before. This was nothing.
Why does this feel degrading? Maybe because it is.
Only a second in and I was already second guessing my actions. When I stared across the room, his eyes were still on me. All hesitation vanished, and I fell on all fours. As his eyes darkened, I knew I had made the right choice.
My toes curled as my shins slid against the floor and my palms ached. I was grateful for how clean it was because there weren’t any rocks to lodge into my skin. The only sound was the crackling from the fireplace. My breasts felt heavy, my hips swaying as I made my way across the room.
“We’re choosing a safe word. Do you know what that is?” His voice practically dripped with Alpha sway, that pull meant to command Omegas, but he didn’t need it here. My thighs clenched, goosebumps breaking across my skin. His voice was so damn sexy.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, what?” he asked, the warning clear in his voice. I peeked up at him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, cheeks flushing.
“Choose, or shall I?” His tone stayed nonchalant as I crawled closer. My hands reached the soft rug first, followed by my knees. It was so soft, I almost sighed.
“Choose for me,” I murmured, stopping in front of him. I sat back, lifted my chin, and looked up at him. His eyes glinted as he stared back.
“Green, for you’re good. Yellow, for when you’re unsure and want me to proceed with caution.
And red, for when you want everything to stop.
Can you remember these?” He was the epitome of control.
The green light system was something I’d read about a thousand times; it was easy to hand over control, and that should have scared me.
“Easily,” I hummed.
A pleased look crossed his stoic expression, and I sat straighter.
I like that. I want to make him do it again.
My chin dipped, my gaze snagging on the steady, rhythmic thud of his hand against his thigh.
I looked back up at him before my focus returned to his thigh.
My brows kissed as he did it again. My throat clogged.
I knew what he wanted, but I hesitated. If I did what I was thinking and it was wrong, I’d look like an idiot.
I didn’t want to. Instincts buried deep whispered this was right.
I nibbled on my lip so fiercely, it bled, but hope bloomed in my chest. He might be offering what I needed.
“Green?”
“Green,” I croaked.
His jawline ticked. I scooted closer until I was between his legs.
I looked up, checking for approval. Messy brown hair fell effortlessly off his temple, thick lips begged to be kissed, and my mouth watered with the need to lick any inch of flesh he would allow.
My fingers twitched with the urge to explore and trace every line and swirl of ink-stained skin.
My core tightened, and my heart shook with the possibility.
He patted his thigh once more and I swallowed the dry lump in my throat before accepting my fate.
I lowered my head until my cheek touched the inside of his thick thigh.
I fought the urge to nuzzle the bulge that ran down his thigh, and squeezed my eyes tight as I waited to see if I had made a mistake.
Somewhere along the way, I had held my breath.
I released it. My eyes flew open as he touched my hair, running his fingers along my scalp; my lashes fluttered.
I had Snarled multiple men, showing them intimate images of myself.
They’d seen things no one, but my mate should see.
I’d gone on dates with strangers and blown one in his car.
Knots. I had slept with someone else recently.
But when his nails scraped my scalp, and trailed down the side of my face before he cupped my cheek, it felt more intimate than everything I had done with the other men combined.
He touched my lips, and I tilted my head back.
His eyes locked on my mouth as he pulled my bottom lip down.
My tongue darted out and flicked the pad of his thumb.
His eyes drained of all color and his finger abruptly left my lips.
All tenderness vanished as his hand gripped my jaw, the tips of his fingers pressed into my temples.
My nipples hardened as he leaned down until we were eye level.
“Do Daddy a favor and take my cock out. I need your lips on me,” he growled.
My mouth opened and closed as my brain scrambled. I’d read smut like this, a fantasy come to life. But faced with the real thing, I was gobsmacked. He cocked his head, eyes narrowing.
“Babygirl,” he warned, his breath fanned my cheeks.
I knew he didn’t like repeating himself, but the promise of what might happen if I disobeyed one more time called to me like a siren’s song.
I lifted my hands from my lap, placing them on his thigh.
He released me and leaned back. Slowly, I slid my palms up, purposely brushing over the outline of his cock until I reached the taut skin of his inked abdomen.
I knelt at his altar, ready to worship like the benevolent servant I was.
I stole a glance at the god that would haunt my dreams after this night, only to find him glaring at me like the undeserving, pitiful woman I was, and I swear my pussy purred.
A delicious shiver ran up my spine as I hungrily continued, digging beneath the material standing between me and the object of my desires—blocking my path to salvation.
His skin was hot. It took everything in me not to lower my head and run my tongue up his chiseled abs.
I yanked the material of his pants, slid my hand beneath and trailed my fingers down his length.
When I reached the top of his knee, I gripped the base.
And when I did, I swallowed hard to keep from drooling.
I had to lower myself to get a better grip. My fingers didn’t touch, a fact I’d known, yet still surprised me. I pulled the material as far as I could, his weight hit the air and bounced against his ribs with a loud thwack.
My gaze jumped to his. Dane smirked down at me, knowing full well that his cock was an obscene size.
He had a monster dick. Holy fuck. This thing could hurt someone, and I gladly volunteered as tribute.
I felt both excitement and nervousness at the idea of taking him, but the good things in life were worth the pain.
Like the greedy smut slut I was, I wrapped both hands around his cock and lowered myself.
Holding eye contact as I stared past my lashes, my tongue flicked across his head.
The salty pre-cum on my tongue, the way he pulsed against my palms told me he liked what he saw.
His cock wept for me and I licked every drop, closing my mouth to savor it.
I felt brave, so I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked while my tongue played with the soft opening.
Dane’s groan was my reward. His lips parted and his fingers pulled strands of my hair up in a ponytail.
What a gentleman. I dropped my head, knowing damn well I’d forfeit breathing just to hear him make that sound again.
He wrapped my hair around his fist and I lifted off the ground to take him further.
The corners of my lips strained painfully as the lewd, slurping sounds filled the room.
I’m so fucking wet.
Just sucking his dick had me soaked. He shoved me down further and I fought back the urge to gag, but lost. I choked around him and I hadn’t even taken half of him.
“For someone who sucks her finger like a pro on SnarlChat, you’re shit at sucking dick, or do I make you nervous?” he chuckled.
How do I tell him that sucking dick is new for me? I never had the urge to before. It was only after I was free did I want to enjoy myself sexually.
“Mm,” I hummed, his cock twitched in my mouth.
I opened my throat more than I thought possible to take more. I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his length as I went. Saliva dripped to my hands, lathering the rest of him. I twisted while I bobbed, determined to please him. I dropped one hand to his knot and squeezed.
The wetness between my thighs spread. I was eager for the chance to prove myself.
Dane tasted like heaven and hell. His velvety skin was smooth and sinful on my tongue.
The pain of his girth stretching my throat was a punishment I deserved, but the promised blessing at the end of the tunnel made me take him deeper.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged.
My throat constricted around him. He cursed.
“Perfect. Just look at you. You’re beautiful when you cry,” he murmured.
My eyes locked where his teeth dug into his bottom lip.
He lifted me off his cock by my hair. I swore I was close to coming, and he hadn’t touched my pussy yet.
He shoved me down and stretched out my throat.
I took a lungful of air when he lifted me.
I stared up at him as he fucked my throat, enjoying signs of pleasure while he chased a high I was giving him.