Chapter 46 Zion
ZION
Never had I been into allowing someone to take full control, but with Gedeon…it felt natural. Incredibly so.
The floorboards chilled my knees and hands as I crawled toward him. Shoulders dipping, hips swaying, my back bowed as I focused on my prize sprawled in a chair.
Foot by foot, I drew closer and closer, my balls aching, my mind muddled up after the harsh treatment he’d subjected me to.
Him leading me to the brink of bursting and then pausing, delaying the gratification, over and over and over again, had blanked out my thoughts and reduced me to a heap of basic instincts screaming at me to fuck someone, something, anything, just to—
A hoarse sound ripped free from me. I was going to come right here and now if I kept wandering the hallways of my memory and reliving Gedeon squeezing me while Kali suffocated me between her legs, the taste of her as addictive as his.
Wound up like an animal, I approached Gedeon, the matte shine of his leather boots inches away from my face.
Slowly looking up, I licked my lips at the bulge in his pants. The list of my bedroom playthings was long, but not a single one had stirred up a craving so deep. Or of doing anything to please them.
With the intensity of a blistering level, Gedeon’s gaze scorched a trail down my body.
“What is it that you want?” He cracked his knuckles, the popping so severe, it constricted my airway.
I shoveled oxygen into my lungs. “You.”
He caressed my neck, all the way down to my collarbone. “You are going to have to be more specific.” His palm seared an imprint as he rested it low on my throat.
Aware of how easily he could break my trachea, I sighed, the sound coming out all gravelly and rough.
I’d witnessed Gedeon crush our enemy’s windpipes many times, and godsdamnit, how delectable the view had always been.
I dug my nails into my spread thighs. “Let me get you off.”
His thumb drifted up and down my neck, winding me up even more. “Do you think you have earned it?”
The fantasy in his question wrapped around my dick.
Gedeon’s smirk promised malevolence. “Say ‘please,’ and I might feel lenient enough to show you mercy tonight.”
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse—almost a whisper.
I’d become a supplicant praying to a higher power, to the man I’d desired for so long I couldn’t believe he was finally willing to play with me.
“Please,” I repeated, my nails surely puncturing my skin, the half-moon burns the sole thing keeping my sanity in check. “Please fuck my face.”
He released my throat, and I instantly missed the physical contact. His fingers manipulated the brass button of his jeans, plucking it out of the entrapment of the faded denim. All I wanted so badly was concealed by a short length of a zipper and a pair of black underwear, and—
I leaped on him, smacking his hands away, yanking his pants below his hips, gripping his hard cock. The crown glinted in the faint illumination, and I yielded to the primal need to taste it.
As my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, he shoved my head down, seating himself all the way inside my mouth.
His groan was pure music to my ears as he stilled, shackling me in place. I swallowed his tip—
And grew motionless.
I’d disobeyed him. He hadn’t allowed me to suck him. Not verbally.
Gedeon cursed, and I clutched his thighs harder. The artery in his temple bulged as he clenched his jaw so tight; it looked like it was going to fracture from him trying to keep himself from snapping.
And it was me who’d brought him to the brink of losing it by barely touching him.
His grunts stuttered as I twirled my tongue the best I could in my position, marveling at how he responded to such a simple thing as me licking an increment of him.
“Don’t you dare move,” he gritted out.
His approval… Desperate for it, I stroked up his legs, to his hips. With him buried in my throat, my nose pressed to his pelvis, I gripped the top of his ass.
My lungs protested at the absence of oxygen, my diaphragm bellowing at me, smoldering, stoking a fire, but I shoved the discomfort away.
I was willing to do anything for him.
If he wanted me to choke to death, I would.
Having cut off my breathing myself, in fear of missing one droplet of his cum, I peered up at him.
The wild, untamed, utterly uncontrolled need in his expression held me in place.
“Such a good boy,” he muttered, his praise sending a shudder through me. “But I will not deprive you of your reward anymore.” Cupping my cheek, he soothed the fire blazing in my lungs from the lack of air. “You took your punishment well.”
My groan came out as an obscene mumble around him, drool trickling past my lip corners.
The syllables and vowels of my name coming out of his mouth…they stroked my cock like a fist.
Gedeon tugged the ends of my hair. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Okay, it might have been my hand pumping me, not his voice. But his words had certainly fueled me.
A thousand minuscule stings bloomed across my scalp as he yanked me away, his length sliding out an inch.
I sucked in a hurried inhale, blinking away the forming tears, but refused to allow him to pop out of my mouth.
“You have my permission to suck,” he barked gruffly, yet with an aura of authority. I clung to his denim-clad legs to have my hands on something, if not on myself. Reclining in his chair, he released me. “Do not make me revoke it.”
Gripping his thighs like my life depended on it, I bobbed my head, sucking in a way that made grunts flee him as he struggled to remain still and not thrust.
So I tripled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks, driving him into a frenzy, and—
His hips lifted.
His spine locked.
He shoved me down onto him, and I happily obliged, eager for—
His cock stiffened. Hot cum spurted into my throat, and the flavor of him, a blend of bitterness, saltiness, and sweetness, the opposing tastes and the mess he was making of me…
I would have done anything to make it last.
“Swallow every drop,” he grunted. “Every single one.”
With my knees numb from spending gods knew how long on them, but the pain so far away it didn’t register, I sought to quench my thirst by swallowing again and again, savoring the flow of him down my esophagus.
He withdrew, chuckling as I leaped to lick his tip. Using his thumb, he gathered the saliva coating my lips and pushed his digit into my mouth. “So beautiful.”
Lowering onto my heels, I seized my thighs to distract myself from the tension in my balls. The need to come had reached levels so high, I was going to go mad if he didn’t release me from his command.
“Can I fuck her?” I rasped, the damage he’d inflicted on my throat of a bruising kind.
His dark eyes flicked over my head, and I followed, finding Kali half-slumped in the restraints, her body gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Heavy-lidded, she watched us, but not a sound left her.
Gedeon ripped the belt out of the loops of his jeans. The clang of the buckle reverberated off the walls as he discarded the instrument on the table.
“It’s ‘may I fuck her,’ Zion.” Zipping himself up and buttoning his pants once more, he rose from his seat. “But you have been a good boy. Obedient. You can fill her up as your reward.” He extended a hand to me. “Come.”
With his dry palm in my clammy one, he led me to her hanging in the ropes.
“No,” she begged, her thrashes so weak the rope barely swayed. “Please. I can’t.” Her eyes were wide and big, the moisture bringing out the mossy hues in her irises. “It’s too much.”
Ignoring her objections, Gedeon deposited me behind her. “Move her hips back.”
Clutching the fleshy part below her hipbones, I yanked her back. The move forced her to rise onto her tiptoes and arch her back, her arms stretched high above her.
A small cry echoed in the house, but she complied, remaining in the position, non-combative despite having more than a hunch about what awaited her.
“You will take anything and everything we give you,” Gedeon warned her.
Together, we turned her to face the full-body, frameless mirror hanging on the wall.
The reflection betrayed her desperation. “But—”
“Observe him, Kali,” he ordered as he came to a stop behind me. “See why I enjoy watching you two so much.”
Her gaze flicked to mine in the polished, glasslike surface right as Gedeon plastered his front to my back. His body heat soaked into me through the cotton fabric of the strawberry t-shirt he still wore.
I hadn’t expected him to keep up the pretense of liking it like he did during the celebration, but seeing him don it instead of tearing it off caused my chest to swell.
“It’s going to go like this.” Gedeon’s palm slid down my sternum, stomach, all the way down to—
A hiss escaped my clenched teeth. He’d gripped my cock and given me a short pump.
“You will pound her until she can’t speak anymore,” he said, his other hand resting on my chest, over my thundering heart.
“Only if she is not able to talk will I consider your punishment complete.” He positioned me at her entrance, and I lost my breath at how dripping wet she was.
I could sink inside her without a second thought.
A gasp floated out of her, but she held her attention fixed on our reflection in the mirror.
Her nipples pebbled, her pussy drenched, more than ready for me, the faint wiggle of her backside, Gedeon toying with me—this had to be the supposed heaven.
The weight of Gedeon’s crotch pressing into me vanished—
He slammed his hips into my ass. The momentum carried me forward, and I plunged into her.
Fuck. Me.