Page 151 of The Pact

Arching my back dramatically, I push my ass out. The lace fabric of the thong stretches tight over me in this position. He’s getting a peek at my barely covered pussy. Damian sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

After a couple of clicks, I hear him set the camera down on my desk.

I watch him in the mirror as he walks back to me. “Face me, princess.”

Turning myself around, I rest my ass on my legs tucked beneath me and meet his gaze. Damian’s hand runs over the front of his pants, his erection swelling. All I want to do is reach out and feel it for myself.

“If you want this, beg for it.” His voice is hoarse with need. I can tell he’s fighting against his ironclad self-restraint. He wants this as badly as I do, but it needs to be on his terms. I can give him that. No…I want to give him that.

My hands run up his legs until they rest on his thighs. I break his gaze to admire the bulge in his pants before looking back up at him. “Damian, I want this. I want you, all of you. Please.” The pleading comes naturally, I’m not sure from where. I embrace it. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve touched myself thinking about you fucking me. I need you. Please, don’t make me wait any longer. I can’t take it.” My words send a flood of warmth to my pussy.

I can see why he finds this hot.

“You’re going to be my good little princess and take my cock in your mouth. Do you understand me?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. He undoes his pants while he speaks. Although he doesn’t pull his dick out—now he’s waiting for my response.

I nod obediently. “Yes.” Testing the waters, I push my hands upwards to see if he’ll let me touch him. He doesn’t stop me, so I take it as permission to continue. My fingers hook around the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down to free his cock.

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, preparing to take him. Staring up into his blue eyes, I grip him at the base and guide him to my mouth so that his tip is nearly touching me, but I hold back. He might be in charge, however, that doesn’t mean that I can’t have my fun.

I start agonizingly slow, circling my tongue around the head of his cock while tightening my grip on him to gauge how much pressure he can take. I stop when I hear him moan.

Sliding an inch of him inside my mouth, I stare at him as he watches my lips slide over his needy dick. I add another inch—I’m in no rush. I want to savor him. But that’s not what he wants.

Damian growls, “You’re testing my patience.” His hand shoots out, grabbing me by my hair. I wince at the sting, although I don’t back down.

Pushing in another couple of inches, I make the compromise—I’ll give him a little more of my mouth, but I’m also going to take my time. He twitches as I slide him in, then pull away.

My hand works him, stroking and twisting and squeezing in a rhythm that makes his body go rigid. I smile around his cock at the reaction.

Big mistake.

Damian pulls my head back, holding me in place as he gazes down at me before driving himself into the back of my throat. I gag around him and my eyes water at the unexpected invasion. He drags his cock out and then thrusts right back in. This time, tears fall from my eyes.

“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, it’ll help with the gagging,” he coaches as he fucks my mouth repeatedly. I do as he says. It helps somewhat, but my throat still tightens as he pushes deeper. “You look so fucking beautiful. My pretty little mess.” The encouragement has me pushing my thighs together, eager to be touched.

He pulls himself fully out of my mouth, drool and tears mix, dripping down my chin and neck.

“Go stand near the bed. I need you to pick a safe word, in case it’s too much.” My face twists in confusion. “It could be something as ridiculous as banana or a color system. Red, yellow, green to signal to me if I need to slow down or stop.”

I get off my knees and do as I’m told. How intense is this going to be? The spanking had been a lot. Shoving his cock down my throat, even more so. But I liked both, my body wants more. It’s my head that betrays me—the logical part of me I should probably listen to, telling me I shouldn’t want these things.

I stand with the backs of my legs pressed to the bed. Looking over, I see Damian has rid himself of his clothes. He’s coming towards me. That muscular body radiates power and strength with each step. I’ve never seen him fully naked—I’ve definitely been missing out.

I examine the details of his tattoos, particularly interested in the one that stretches from his collarbones down over his pecs. A dragon being slayed by a man. One side blends into the arm sleeve of skeletons and skulls. The other side blends into the robotic arm sleeve. Despite the ink, I can see the curves and cuts of his biceps clearly, the result of unrelenting discipline.

My eyes pull back to his chest and slide lower, following the sculpted muscles down to the sharp V-cut that leads right to his rock hard cock.

“Did you decide on a word, princess?” He stands in front of me, brushing away a stray hair. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, smearing what lip tint I’m still wearing onto my chin.

His hardness brushes against my hip, making me lose my concentration. I can’t think of anything original. The color system seems smart. “Colors. Red to stop. Yellow to slow down. Green to go.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “I want to make it very clear that you will obey me. Everything I do is with purpose—for my pleasure and yours. If you disobey me, you’ll be punished.”

Damian grabs my shoulders and spins me around. His palm lands on my back, then he’s pushing me into the mattress. He bends his body over mine. His cock presses into my ass as he reaches across to the other side of the bed before straightening—keeping a hand on my back the entire time.

Something cool and flat runs over my backside, making small circles. The lightness of the touch makes my body shudder. Then it’s gone.

Smack.

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