Page 131 of Wreck Me

It stirred something inside of me.

And, strangely, the urge to yank down her pants and panties and dive in hard and fast slipped away. It wasn’t restraint. It was something altogether different. A need to explore, perhaps? To slow down and savor this first taste. Registering her nervousness that was clashing with her need to erase that bastard’s touch from her, to replace it with another that was her choice to make.

Should it be me, though?

Why was it bothering me, seeing as though consent had clearly been given. More than consent… almost pleading for it, her desire to supplant his sexual touch with another.

Was it because of Bastian and Caleb?

Even that didn’t make proper sense, because I knew they would not only approve, but they’d relish me feasting on her too. They’d want me to be a part of it, knowing it would bring her fully into our world, into our dynamic.

She had so many layers and I wasn’t used to encountering people like her, especially not in a sexual context. Outside of Caleb, of course. My other sexual interactions occurred at Obscura where there weren’t layers, there were just the acts themselves. Simple, yet physically fulfilling, albeit definitely not emotionally. I went there for release, for the thrill, to dominate without having to hold back, all parties fully aware of what they were signing up for beforehand.

Skylar was the first woman in a very long time whom I’d considered a sexual act with outside of the confines and the strict rules and protocols of the private lifestyle club.

That had to be what it was about, why it felt… different. Ambiguous.

“King,” she breathed.

King?

Of course she was referring to me by that name.

It was what they were all to call me, all those outside my very small and tight inner circle.

But, it felt strange spilling from her lips, given her intimate association with my boys, given the circumstances laid out before us.

It was just more of a reminder just how out of the loop I’d been, how removed from them I’d become.

“Yes, love?” I answered past the lump in my throat at the emotion of that realization grasping me in a chokehold.

“I should’ve thought of this before things escalated, but I know about Obscura and what you get up to there, and you need to know that I… I can’t be your submissive.”

It was uncanny finding naivety and softness in hardened people. It didn’t seem to blend together, yet it was merely the complications of being a human being, the multiple facets.

I merely smiled, and then I slowly drew her pants and panties down her thighs, brushing my fingers over her soft, warm skin as I did so, watching her teeth sink deeper into her lip.

When they’d reached her ankles, she kicked them off without me having to move to do so, displaying her eagerness and perhaps a little bit of frustration too that I was taking my time.

I slid my hands up her ankles, encircling them, then making my way up her calves, trailing up her kneecaps, all the way to her thighs. She was panting by the time I reached the apex of her thighs.

Holding her heavy-lidded gaze, I saw the gasp leave her lips before I heard it as I brushed my thumbs over her outer lips, stroking the smoothness and cataloguing her reactions.

It had been a long time since I’d feasted on a woman.

Sure, I took female subs at Obscura too, but I used their mouths and asses for the most part. When I did fuck their cunts, it was kept to strictly penetration or teasing with toys, never eating them out. It was too intimate to me for that sort of setting, especially when I didn’t keep a sub and just played with them once, never with repeats. Given who I was, the power I wielded, and the weight of my name, giving them more than one session’s worth of attention risked them reading more into it or hoping for more. I didn’t need that hassle. I had far too much of that in other aspects of my life as it was.

And because this was out of the norm for me, I couldn’t just dive in and take. I found myself wanting to take my time, to explore and illicit key reactions in Skylar. To play with her and ensure I committed it to memory for the rarity that it was.

I spread her open with my index fingers, opening up her little pink cunt for my viewing pleasure.

She gasped and squirmed in my hold.

Her clit was already swollen, her folds slick with her arousal, her blatant need for me sending a jolt straight to my cock and making me thicken in my jeans.

I grasped her little ass.

She felt so small in my hands, my palms covering the expanse of her cheeks. All of her did. Even with her standing up before me.

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