Page 72 of He Will Come for Me

“Are you claiming me as yours, pet?” I lift my eyes. His fingers run through my hair and he looks down at me with suchdevotion it almost makes me choke up. I want him to know he’s mine and mine only. He seems to enjoy the fact I’m claiming him. When I’m done, I lean back slightly, inspecting my work.

Sighing, I return my attention back to his cock before taking him into my mouth again. “Fuck,” he moans. He’s long and I know he won’t fit all the way in my mouth, so I wrap my hand around him as I slowly drop down on him. Just when I’m getting used to the vibrator and having him in my mouth, he turns it up. I moan around him, which makes him moan as well. I try to get friction again, but the way he instructed me to sit provides none.

I’m still a little hesitant about how fast he wants me to suck, but I’m learning how to suction my cheeks. “Look at me,” he demands. I open my eyes and look up at him. “Make your grip tighter.” I tighten my hand around him and he groans. “My pet is such a quick learner,” he praises.

I swallow around him, and he closes his eyes for the briefest second before looking back at me. “I’m going to guide your head so you’ll know how fast I like it.” I nod slightly. His grip tightens around my hair as he begins to push and pull. He increases the speed on the vibrator again. I groan as I’m almost pushed to the edge, but he decreases it quickly, not letting me fall over.

I want to scream at him to let me come, but my mouth is full and I know it won’t do any good. He’ll let me when he’s ready. Staring at him as he begins to thrust, he winks at me. “Such a good girl.” He thrusts a few more times before pulling me off him. I’m a little surprised he didn’t finish.

He pulls the drawer to the nightstand open, grabbing a condom before he kneels down in front of me. “I want to come in that sweet pussy pet, not in your mouth. I’ll save that for another night.” He turns the vibrator completely off and takes it out. I cry out at the emptiness, but he’s soon pulling me to himso I’m straddling him, and guiding his cock in me. His hands are tight around my waist as I bring my hands up to hold on to his shoulders. He drops me inch by inch onto him. The stretch feels so good.

I lean my head back, my hair grazing the pillow as I concentrate on every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me. “All they can see is your face and expressions. They know how good I’m making you feel.” I had forgotten about the people watching us. He’s really good at distracting me. “They see how good you’re making me feel.” I pull my head upright so I can look at him.

His face is flushed slightly and the edge of his hairline damp with sweat. He returns my stare as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me until I’m flush with his chest. “Ride me.” The words are ripped out of his chest and I respond immediately by lifting up and back down. His forehead leans against mine as he runs one hand up my spine to cup the back of my head.

“So good.” His voice is rough with desire. “So tight. So wet.” I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him as he touches every sensitive spot in me.

“Nix,” I gasp. I’m going to come. I lean back slightly, placing one hand on the ground behind me and still holding onto him with the other hand. He holds on to the back of my neck as he leans back slightly and watches as I ride him.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says every word with each thrust.

“Please,” I moan. At this angle, he rubs a spot in me I didn’t know existed until this very moment. As I fall back down on him, my muscles clench and I fall forward, my head landing in the crook of his neck as I come all over his cock. I scream his name as he thrusts up into me a few more times before he’s holding me tight and coming too.

“Jesus, Kenz,” he moans against my neck. He licks up the column of my throat before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.I shiver with another bolt of pleasure as he holds me for a few minutes. He helps me off him and I fall back as he removes the condom and throws it away.

He doesn’t speak. He stands with his back to the window as he puts himself back in his pants and buttons his shirt. I guess there won’t be any cuddling. Standing slowly since my legs are still shaking, I rub my hands down my dress to get rid of any wrinkles. Phoenix turns toward the door, still not acknowledging me, and an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach.

He pushes a button. “Rex, we’re done. Please prepare to escort everyone out.” Phoenix finally turns to me, extending his hand. I walk forward and take it as he opens the door and leads the way out.

“Do you need to use the restroom?” he asks as we pass Rex in the hallway. My stomach knots at the detachment in his voice. Tonight didn’t mean anything to him. He made me believe it did. Just like our wedding.

“Yes, please.” I hope he doesn’t intend to go into the restroom with me. I need a moment to put my wall back up. He stops in front of a door, motioning for me to enter.

“I’ll wait here.” I exhale slowly as I walk into the restroom. Relieving myself quickly, I walk to the sink and stare at my reflection. I can’t do this. I can not separate sex from my emotions; it’s not within me.

Leaning forward on the palms of my hands, I take deep breaths as I imagine putting up one brick after another. Looking at myself in the mirror, I straighten my spine and lift my chin. “Turn it off, Kenz, or you won’t survive this.”

Taking one more deep breath, I open the door and allow Phoenix to lead the way back to the entryway to say farewell to all the guests. Phoenix doesn’t try to distract me this time.

Chapter 34

Five Months After Auction

Time passes by unbelievably slowly. I’ve developed a sort of friendship with Phillip and Clara, but I still don’t trust them completely. I keep waiting for Phoenix to acknowledge there is something between us, but I’ve barely seen him since the auction. Will we have sex again since we won’t have to do it in front of others anymore? The next morning when I woke up regrettably sore from the previous night's activities, he was gone, and all the decorations had been completely removed.

Laying back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. Slapping my hands on the mattress, I stand and head to the kitchen. Phillip is there preparing dinner. He smiles at me when I enter. “Hi, Phillip,” I greet him as I climb up on one of the chairs at the island.

“Hey, Miss McKenzie.” Leaning forward, I watch as he begins layering a lasagna.

“You can call me Kenz,” I tell him. His smile brightens, and he nods. “I love lasagna.”

“Well, it will be just you tonight, so you’ll have plenty.” My stomach swirls with disappointment, but I try my best not to acknowledge it. Even though Phoenix doesn’t talk to me a lot, we do usually eat dinner together. I don’t respond. I wonder where Phoenix will be. I refuse to ask, though.

“Phillip?” He turns to me after he puts the lasagna in the oven.

“Yes?”

“Could I bake some cookies? I have a recipe I know by heart. If there’re ingredients for it, could I make them?” He’s nodding his head before I finish my sentence.

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