Chapter 12 Shannen #2
He’s still inside me, fucking me like he knows my body better than I ever did, and I’m falling harder than I have before… until he rips himself away and the ache in my body turns to fire.
“Fucker!”
“Is that your safe word?” he taunts, smirking like the sadistic bastard he is.
“Phoenix… I can’t…”
“What? Is it torture? Does it feel like you want to crawl out of your fucking skin because it hurts too much to be touched like this? Does it feel like you’re about five seconds from dropping to your knees and begging for whatever the hell I’ll give you?”
“Yes,” I confess.
“Good. Now maybe you feel a fraction of what I’ve carried all these years.”
“Please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come,” I beg, and his fingers thrust deeper.
My orgasm is building fast, tightening every muscle in my body. I’m moaning helplessly, clinging to him, my hips grinding down on his hand like my body already belongs to him… and only him.
“I swear if you stop, I’ll finish myself off.”
“And I’ll fuck my fist while you do it. So don’t threaten me with a good time because I’ve been hard since the second I smelled how wet this cunt was for me.”
My eyes fall to his mouth, craving something he's been refusing to give me.
“Please…”
He hears every unsaid word.
That I need him to kiss me.
“No. Not like this. Not while you’re begging with your pussy instead of your mouth.”
Something inside me needs to prove to him this isn’t just my body reacting. Because deep down, in that place where all my darker urges live, part of me needs more than this twisted, perfect hate fuck.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper, and shock flares in his eyes as they meet mine.
He dips his chin once, his fingers still working inside me as if he’s doing everything in his power not to break whatever fragile thing is happening between us.
My hand slides down, freeing him from his pants.
He’s not just aroused. He’s aching, and the second I touch him, his breath leaves him in one rough exhale, like he wasn’t ready for how it would feel.
And maybe I wasn’t either because here I am touching Phoenix—not for leverage, revenge, or control, but because I want to.
With every second my hands stay on him, I’m accepting him a little bit more, and as dangerous as this feels, as much as it terrifies me, I can’t stop.
“You really haven’t been touched before?”
“Never.” His forehead drops to mine, his eyes squeezed shut like the sensation might rip him apart. “I don’t belong to anyone but you. No one else gets to touch me but you.”
“Does this feel good?” I ask, stroking him up and down, my thumb rubbing circles around his tip. “Does it feel different from when you touch yourself?”
“It feels… It’s everything. I… fuck, baby.”
He pulls his fingers free and coats his cock in my arousal, deliberately brushing his fingers over mine, touching me where I’m touching him, needing to feel it to believe it’s really happening.
“You’re touching me,” he whispers, almost to himself, before pushing two fingers back inside me.
His hand slides into my hair, fingers threading through it before he tips my head back, forcing my eyes to his.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t expect me to say it back.
I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he’s not waiting. He just needs me to hear it, even if I can’t give him the same words in return.
“One day, I’m gonna fuck you until your body forgets it ever existed without mine. I’ll be buried so deep inside you that nothing else will matter, and you’ll tell me you love me and mean it because by then, baby, you won’t even know how to exist without me.”
His cock is heavy in my hand, pulsing against my palm. He’s right there—so close to the edge he’s leaking for me.
“Now come for me, pretty girl… I need you to come with me.”
His words hit harder than his touch, commanding my body in a way it can’t ignore. My orgasm crashes through me so violently, I don’t have time to understand what’s happening. One second, I’m right there, riding the edge. The next thing I know, I’m soaking myself, Phoenix, and the desk.
I cry out his name, my hand freezing around his cock mid-stroke. When I finally manage to open my eyes, he’s staring at me like a miracle just erupted in his hands.
My hand starts to move again, and he lets out a deep, guttural “Fuuuck” that vibrates through his chest just before his release spills across my fingers.
Jesus Christ. Did I just squirt?
Our chests rise and fall, bodies pushed close, yet it still doesn’t feel close enough, and honestly? I don’t think either of us has a clue what just happened to me.
“Have you ever—” he starts, still breathless, and I can tell he’s unsure if he even wants the answer.
“No.”
“You’re okay? That was okay?”
I nod, still trying to come down from the most intense orgasm of my life. “Definitely okay.”
I’ve never felt pleasure like that before.
I’ve never felt like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore, and, of course, it had to be Phoenix who found the part of me I didn’t even know was hidden.