Chapter 15
fifteen
. . .
Inhaling softly, I lean back against him, grazing my fingertips along his forearm. He stirs slightly in his sleep, gripping me tighter. Being held feels so comforting, especially with the size difference between us.
My bedroom is almost pitch black, except for the glowing purple neon light hung on the furthest wall above my desk. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, so when I turn my body to face him, I’m able to tell he’s still asleep.
Without thinking it through, I lightly trace the contours of his cheekbone with my fingertips down to his perfectly chiseled jaw. His full lips are so soft and inviting beneath my touch.
Let the man sleep. He's earned that shit.
Even though he gave me the okay to wake him up, I begin to turn away until he cups my face with his hand.
Freezing in place, I hold my breath, watching as his eyes open and lock on mine.
We share an intense gaze, leaning closer with each passing second.
He runs the tip of his thumb along my bottom lip, slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every detail.
He closes the distance between us, kissing me tenderly. It’s the kind of kiss that’s not only romantic and gentle, but also filled with heat and desire.
The whole world fades away as I melt against his touch.
His hand slips to the back of my neck, and he parts his lips, deepening the kiss, his tongue eagerly brushing mine.
A slow, warm ripple is sent through my body.
He brings me closer to his chest, breathing deeply, years of tension spilling out all at once.
It’s not our first kiss, but this one sure feels like it is. Without warning, our slow, steady breathing quickens. I run my fingers through his hair desperately, tugging on the strands, pushing my body into his.
He groans into the kiss, his hand clasped around the nape of my neck in a new heated intensity.
Our tongues battle for control and, driven by a sudden desire to be closer, he rolls onto me, pinning me to the mattress.
We devour each other, untamed hands exploring each other’s bodies.
A strangled breath escapes him as I reach between us and take him in my hand, feeling the coolness of his piercings on my palm while stroking him firmly.
Lucien grows harder, thrusting into my touch, my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan quietly as our mouths part, his lips traveling down my neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my skin, before pulling away and standing at the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, uncertain.
“Come here,” he orders sharply.
The sheer dominance in his tone sends a chill through me. Under his close scrutiny, I crawl to the edge of the bed, heat flushing through me. He steps closer to the edge, taking my face between both hands while peering down at me.
“I’m going to use you now,” he warns. “Is that still what you want?”
“Yes,” I answer softly.
“Good girl,” he whispers, bending down to press a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.
Our lips part, and before I can make sense of it, he’s pulling something over his head. His streaming mask. My heart accelerates and my pulse drums loudly in my ears. He remembered what I said about having a thing for masks.
Holy fucking hell.
Resisting the urge to scream, I bite my lip. He cocks his head to the side, staring down at me with darkened eyes as he grips my jaw and traces his thumb over the seam of my lips. Seeing him in his mask while on stream is one thing—seeing it in person is another.
“Look at you, staring up at me with those stunning green eyes,” he coos, slipping his thumb through the seam of my lips.
I lean forward, inching closer, dying to taste more of him. Suddenly I’m grabbing his hand and sucking his middle and pointer fingers into my mouth.
“Mmm,” he sharply exhales, lightly smacking the side of my face with his other hand. “Needy girl. Would you like to taste me?”
Twirling my tongue around him, I nod eagerly.
He withdraws his fingers and steps closer, forefinger and thumb wrapped around the base of his cock, the others curved around his balls.
I’ve never given head to a guy this big before.
A part of me is nervous it won’t fit. Curling my fingers around his width—ready for the challenge—I open wide, my lips stretching around the tip.
I’ve never moaned at the taste of pre-cum before, but here I am now—moaning. It feels like the corners of my mouth are being split from how thick he is, yet, I push through, taking him further, tracing my tongue along the titanium piercings.
He lets out a soft groan of satisfaction, gathering my hair in his hand and holding it loosely at the back of my head. Sliding my lips not even halfway down his shaft, he already hits the back of my throat. I take him deeper, gagging through it, my eyes tightly squeezed shut.
“Oof,” he breathes, thrusting into my throat another inch. “Jesus. Nora–”
Desperate for air, I try to pull back, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
“Did I say you could breathe?” he asks sharply, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
Oh fuck.
In response, I shake my head, pressure building between my thighs.
“Speak,” he orders, although when I attempt to remove him from my mouth to answer, he tightens his grip on my hair, holding me in place.
Mouth filled with his cock, I let out a muffled, urgent, “No.”
“After I get to one, I’ll let you have air,” he tells me. “Understand?”
In a trance, completely engulfed in submission, I mumble around his thickness, “Yes.”
“Yes, daddy,” he urges, smugly.
“Yes, daddy,” I correct.
“Good girl. Ready?”
“Yes, daddy,” I say again, drool dripping down my chin.
“Tap on my thigh if you need to.”
Right on cue, he thrusts forward, pushing past the back of my throat. Even though he’s still not all the way in, I gag involuntarily, reaching toward him and grabbing him tightly, digging my nails into his hips.
“Five,” he begins.
Remaining in place, I gag again, harder, my mouth entirely filled with him.
“Four.”
Unable to breathe, my body freezes, and I fight through it, the sounds of his groans filling the space around us.
“Three.”
Tears spill down my cheeks, my stomach feels light, and my saliva thickens. For a slight moment I almost taste puke in the back of my throat, but being dominated by him sends a thrill like no other straight through me.
“Two.”
Squeezing his thighs tighter, on the verge of drawing blood with my nails, my heart pounds violently against my ribcage.
“One,” he says, immediately pulling out from my mouth. “Good girl.”
Within seconds he’s leaning down, face to face, his hands cupping my face gently. Trying to catch my breath, I gasp for air, wetness coating my cheeks, chin, and beneath my nose. I feel so alive, completely shocked by the exhilaration that comes with submitting.
“You good, princess?” he asks carefully, his eyes searching mine.
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.
“You sure?” he questions, wiping away the sticky tears beneath my eyes.
The mental check-ins are almost enough alone to send me right over the edge. As someone who has always felt like they needed to have control over every little thing in life, giving up control for those five seconds was mind altering for me. Rejuvenating, even.
“I’m sure,” I tell him, meaning it wholeheartedly.
“You did so good for me, baby.”
He gets down to my height, kneeling at the edge of the bed, and pulls his mask half way up, revealing his crooked grin.
He leans in quickly, pressing his mouth on mine.
Inviting him in, I part my lips, his piercing brushing against my tongue as I return the kiss desperately.
Tracing the muscles in his arms and shoulders with exploring fingertips, I inch closer, pressing my breasts against his chest.
Moaning into my mouth, he slides one arm around my back and rests me on the bed, climbing onto me. Breaking our kiss, he flips me over, guiding me onto my hands and knees. With both hands firmly gripping my ass he spreads me open, cold air grazing my pussy.
He takes me into his warm mouth without wasting a single second. I cry out loudly at the feeling of his plump lips circling around my clit. He sweeps his tongue up and down my slit, ravishing me, a guttural groan traveling up his chest.
With each flick of his tongue, I squirm, rolling my hips and pushing back against his face. He roughly presses his fingertips into my thighs, holding me in place while he devours me.
“Tell me you’re beautiful,” he says, his voice muffled, so I almost don’t hear him.
“H-huh?” I moan, writhing against his mouth.
He pulls away briefly, his warm breath fanning my flushed skin. “Say it,” he commands. “Your affirmations.”
“I’m beautiful,” I echo his words, feeling vulnerable.
“More.”
“I’m worthy,” I state louder, a sudden spark of empowerment in my chest.
“Keep going,” he orders, thrusting two fingers inside me.
“I’m fucking beautiful,” I exclaim, meaning it fully, gasping for air, my stomach fluttering. “I’m kind, smart, and talented,” I moan, my limbs stiffening as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “I’m enough as I am.”
Pure bliss rushes through me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this level of confidence. Saying my daily affirmations with my face down and ass up is a new highlight.
“Mm, that’s my girl,” he encourages, smacking my ass before climbing onto the bed and lying on his back. “Now take a seat.”
The moment I’m about to straddle his waist, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me further up his body.
“Not yet, princess,” he grits out, fixing his mask up over his nose. “Sit on my fucking face. Now.”
Yes daddy pleasure dom.
Without hesitation, I obey, going with the flow as he moves me into position, planting my knees on the mattress at each side of his head. Facing his body, I hover over his mouth, using my legs and core to support my weight.
Before I even have the chance to lower myself, he links his arms around my thighs and pulls me down impatiently. Hesitant, and trying not to crush him, I adjust myself slightly, easing upward.