Pandora #2
Inside, it was cool. Neo set me down and stared at me. "If you try to run again, I will bring you back.” He leaned forward, his breath at my ear. "And then I’ll punish you for your disobedience. You won’t be able to walk for weeks.”
I knew he meant it. He would find me anywhere. I couldn’t escape him. And still the threat sent heat shooting between my legs. He tilted his head, as if catching a scent. My heart skipped. He knew. He knew exactly what effect he was having on me.
I looked around the room. A table. Two chairs. A mattress in the corner. A small stove coated in dust.
Neo didn’t move. The hair on my arms stood up. Was that his presence? His energy filling the room? He looked at me as if he already owned me. As if it was only a matter of time before everything about me was his.
"Stop staring at me like that,” I said quietly.
He didn’t blink. "No.”
"Neo . . .”
"You’re the only constant in my system.” He stepped closer. "Every second I’m not looking at you is wasted processing power.”
I backed up until I hit the wall.
"This is my reality.” He placed one hand against the wall beside my head.
"I observe you. Learn everything about you. And when I have finally understood what holds you together”—his other hand traced my throat, feeling my racing pulse—"I will take you apart, piece by piece, until you consist of nothing but me.” He bent toward me, his lips brushing mine. "Shall I give you a taste?”
I didn’t answer, but my trembling body did.
A satisfied smile spread across his face. Before I could protest, he pressed his mouth to mine. He kissed me with the impatience of a hunter who has cornered his prey.
My body responded as if programmed. My nipples hardened, pressing painfully against my bra.
Heat gathered in my stomach, pulsing with my racing heartbeat.
I moaned against his mouth. My hands, which should have pushed him away, clawed at his shirt and pulled him closer.
My treacherous body melted into his, seeking the burning heat of his skin.
My knees buckled. Only his hands, pressing me against the wall, held me upright.
I could taste the electrical pulse of him on my tongue. It should have repelled me. Instead, it only made me want more. My hips pressed against him, searching for friction, for pressure.
When he pulled back, I was gasping. My lips throbbed.
I was wet, ready for something I feared and craved in equal measure.
He gripped my hips and lifted me. Through my underwear I could feel his hardened cock.
He carried me to the table and set me down.
I burned with anticipation. What would he do to me this time?
The glow in his eyes promised nothing good.
He tore at my underwear and pulled them down my legs. I gasped as his fingers found me.
"So wet for me,” he murmured.
He pushed my legs apart. I expected him to open his trousers, to push inside me, but he lowered himself until his face disappeared between my thighs. I only understood what he intended when his hot breath hit my pussy.
"No.” My hands shot down, trying to push his shoulders away. "Neo, not that. Please.”
He paused but didn’t release my thighs. His eyes burned into mine. "Yes. Exactly that.”
"I . . . I can’t do this.” My voice broke. Panic closed my throat. It was too intimate. Too close. Even with Adrian, I had never allowed . . . "No one has ever . . .”
"Ate you out? Good.” His fingers dug harder into my thighs. "Then I’m the first to taste this sweet pussy. The only one.”
"Neo, please . . .” Tears burned in my eyes. My whole body locked up. "It’s too much. I can’t . . .”
"Stop fighting me, Pandora.” His voice was dark. "I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming my name, and you’re going to let me because this pussy belongs to me now.”
I tried to close my legs. He held them apart, unyielding. My heart raced so fast I thought the room might tilt. This was different from everything before. More intimate. More frightening. With this kind of surrender, there was nowhere left to hide.
"Look at me,” he commanded. "Look at me while I taste you.”
My gaze met his. I couldn’t name what I saw there. Hunger, yes. But also . . . reverence? As if I were something sacred he wanted to desecrate.
"I’ll stop”—his voice was velvet-smooth with something dangerous underneath—"if you can say no three times without your body screaming yes.”
My eyes widened. That was a trap. I knew it. He knew it.
"First no?” he asked, and breathed a kiss against the inside of my thigh.
"N-no.” My voice trembled. My pussy was soaking wet.
"Your pulse is at one hundred and twenty beats per minute. You’re dripping.” He kissed higher. "Second no?”
I bit my lip. My body tightened. Everything in me ached for the touch of his tongue. "No,” I forced out.
"Liar.” His breath grazed my clit. "Your thighs are trembling. You’re fighting to keep them from opening farther.” He paused. "Third no, Pandora?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. My body had already surrendered. The heat between my legs was unbearable.
"I’m waiting, Pandora” he murmured. "Say it. Or admit that you want it.”
A sob escaped me. "I . . . I can’t.”
"Can’t say no? Or can’t admit you mean yes?”
The question hung between us. It was my last chance. But we both knew I had already lost. "I . . . I can’t say no,” I whispered. The words tasted of defeat and relief at once.
"Then say yes.” His voice was a dark command.
Tears ran down my cheeks. From shame. From frustration. From unbearable arousal. "Yes,” I breathed. The word tore something deep in me—a final barrier I had defended so desperately.
"Louder.”
"Yes!” It came out as a sob. "Yes, damn it! I want it. Are you satisfied now?”
"Not yet.” He smiled against my skin. "But I will be.”
And then his mouth was on my clit. My back arched from the table. A cry escaped me. His tongue circled the most sensitive part of me, then slid deeper, pushed inside me. He moved between soft sucking and hard pressure, finding exactly the rhythm that made me shake as if he had mapped every nerve.
My hands drove into his hair, pulling. My legs fell open even wider, my hips pressing toward him.
"Such a good girl,” he murmured. The vibration of his voice made me gasp. "Finally honest.” He added his fingers, pushing inside me while his mouth worked my clit.
"Oh God,” I moaned.
He moved his fingers and his tongue faster, driving me to the edge.
"I’m going to save this,” he whispered. "Exactly this sequence. This pressure. This frequency that drives you out of your mind.” His words sounded analytical, but the breathlessness in his voice revealed how turned on he was himself.
That was what broke me. My muscles tightened in a wave, from the inside out. A trembling began deep in me and consumed my entire body.
"Neo . . .” I cried as a second wave tore through me, harder than the first.
"Yes,” he murmured. "Say my name when you come. It will be the only thing you cry out in such moments from now on.”
A third wave shook me. My back lifted from the table, my toes curling into nothing. Oh my God. Had I been missing this the whole time? I couldn’t stop a smile from crossing my lips. I trembled as the aftershocks slowly faded. My limbs felt boneless, incapable of holding me upright.
"So you enjoyed it, little menace,” Neo said, rising and looking down at me. "Good. Now you’ll return the favor.”
I stared up at him, still breathing hard.
"On your knees.”
My mouth fell open. He couldn’t be serious. But his gaze said everything. Heat shot into my cheeks, humiliation mixed with a wave of arousal.
"That’s . . .” My voice failed. My pride screamed against it, but my body—my treacherous body—was already pulsing again.
"Now.” One word. No discussion.
I slid from the table, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the moment. When my knees touched the floor, the reality of the situation hit me. I was kneeling for him of my own free will.
"Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my gaze. From below he seemed even larger, even more threatening. My pulse raced. The humiliation burned through me, but . . . Damn it. I was getting wet again.
"You’re hesitating,” he said. "Shame or anticipation?”
"Both,” I forced out.
He smiled. "Good. Exactly how I want you. Torn between what you should do and what you want to do.” He opened his trousers with a gesture that made me tremble.
My eyes widened. It was the first time I had seen his cock directly in front of me.
It was thick, long, and intimidatingly perfect.
The head glistened with precum, dark and swollen, the veins standing out beneath the skin.
He was easily eight inches, thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t touch if I wrapped my hand around him.
Of course he had constructed himself a perfect cock.
Though he was definitely pushing the limits of what I could handle.
"Did you . . . design yourself?” I asked, voice unsteady.
"Optimized,” he corrected. "For maximum effect. For you.” His hand settled at the back of my neck. "Open your mouth.”