Page 58 of He Will Come for Me

“Please. Please. Please.” It’s all I can say. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I know he’ll give it to me.

“Please, what, Pet?” I’m at a loss for words when he spears me with his tongue. He slaps his fingers against my clit again and I scream out.

“I need you.” I’m not sure if he understands me. My words are a jumbled mess as he slaps my clit again.What is he doing to me? I can’t get enough.Every time I want more.

“You need me to do what?”

I’m past caring what I sound like. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.” He stands so quickly it takes me by surprise. His belt clanks as he undoes it. It sounds like he’s ripping his clothes off just as he yanks my thong down my legs.

He lines up with me and slams into me. “Fuck,” he moans as he stands perfectly still. I whimper at how good it feels. This position, the angle, how deep he is, everything is perfect. But he doesn’t move and I become impatient. I try to rock against him, but his hand lands on my back to stop me.

“Have you figured out what this chair is yet?” he asks. Sounding perfectly calm and not at all like he’s about to come unglued like I am. I try to focus on his words and not on how full I feel.

He fists my hair and pulls my head back. “Answer me, Pet.” He’s never been rough like this with me. I fucking love it.

“I haven’t thought much about it since I asked. My mind has been occupied.” He laughs, which causes a bit of friction, and we both groan. He leans over me, his chest against my back.

“It’s a sex chair,” he whispers. I clench around him at the thought and he grunts. “We had it specially made just for you. So it wasn’t too tall or too short, so it curved at the right spot to give you the best pleasure when I’m inside you.” He rocks against me slightly and my grip on the handles tightens even more. “These hooks are used to tie you up, or for you to hold on to when I’m fucking you.”

Sucking in a shaky breath. “It’s perfect,” I reply. He hums, his lips latching onto the back of my shoulder as he rocks into me. His cock is rubbing against my inside wall so minutely, but it is making my stomach tremble and my legs shake. He doesn’t pull out, just continues to rock.

I want to meet his thrusts, but I can’t. I’m completely at his mercy. “You’re close,” he murmurs. I don’t respond. I can’t. The only thing I can do is focus on breathing. “Your legs are trembling. Your hair is getting damp at the nape of your neck. Your breathing is becoming even more erratic.”

He rocks harder against me, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Your nerves are on fire with lust and all you want to do is come.” I nod, desperate. He pulls out slightly and pushes back in. The added friction brings me even closer to jumping over that ledge. He stands, grips my hips and fucks me slowly.

“Nix.” It’s all I can say.

“There it is,” he groans as he rocks into me one more time and my muscles tighten so much it doesn’t feel like an orgasm at first. He pulls out, grunting, like it takes an effort. When he pushes back in, the muscles give-way and I dive headfirst off the ledge as my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

I scream, not caring if every person in this house can hear me. His thumb circles my clit as he slams into me over and over again, drawing out my orgasm for what feels like several minutes before he’s shouting his release and collapsing on me.

I can’t move. My muscles have turned to rubber. Kind of like when Professor Lockhart made the bones in Harry Potter’s arm disappear. Phoenix slowly disengages from me, pries my hands away from the hooks and turns me so he can lift me. He cradles me as he walks to the bed and lays me down.

His hand runs through my hair. “You did so well. You were perfect.” He continues to whisper my praises as I come downfrom my high. Finally able to move a little, I turn over on to my side and face him.

“You feeling okay to take a bath?” I nod as I bring my hand up and cup his jaw.

“Is it always like this?” I ask him again. Something like regret flashes in his eyes, but it’s so quick, I’m not sure. He smiles at me as he leans forward and kisses me gently.

“Always.”

Chapter 26

End of Auction Night

Three Years Earlier

Phoenix puts his jacket over me, grabs my elbow, and escorts me out of the house. I keep my eyes glued to the floor until a familiar pair of shoes steps in our path. “Move,” Phoenix barks.

“Kenz,” my father whispers, regret in his voice. I keep my eyes on the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. I can’t look at him. He did this to me. “I’m sorry.”

“Get out of the way.” Phoenix’s voice is laced with a warning. A warning I’m sure he’ll back up. Raising my head, I glare into eyes I thought I could trust.

“No need to be sorry, Father. Not everyone gets to have the best sex of their life the first time they have sex.” He flinches. Fuck him.

Phoenix grabs my elbow, and shoulder butts him as we walk out the door.

“Kenz!” my father yells out after me. I ignore him. “I had someone else who was going to buy you. They weren’t going to take you to the basement. They were going to bring you to me and we were going to leave.” My heart stops in my chest.

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