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My breaths are coming in short pants as I try like hell to ground myself to something, anything. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, trying to focus on filling my lungs with air. I can’t even form words to respond to him, not that I would know what to say if I could.

A sharp pain mixed with pleasure races through my core as I look down to see my clit wedged between my executioner’s teeth.

“Let go, fucker. I can’t go another round with you right now.”

He releases the pressure he was holding to say, “You’ll take what I give you and thank me afterward like a good little slut.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. If I looked down, I’d find its broken pieces scattered. This motherfucker has some serious confidence in his abilities. Not that I’ve found it to be misplaced, but still.

“Close your mouth, darlin’, or I’ll fill it with my cock.”

Not a half bad idea, honestly. I’d love to have him begging for mercy before the night is up. Instead of voicing my thoughts, I just roll my eyes.

I’m met with a loud smack across my outer thigh which doesn’t hurt as much as it sets me ablaze. I’m in deep trouble with this one. How does he know exactly what to do and when to do it?

At this point, I don’t even care to know as long as he keeps doing it. This is the best night I’ve had in... ever really. Scraping my jaw off the floor awards me some healing licks and kisses across the newly red fingerprints on my leg. I can’t stop myself from biting my lower lip to stifle a moan.

I guess Charlie takes this as his cue that I’m ready for round two as he stands and lifts me simultaneously then exits the shower heading to the bedroom. His face stays buried in my neck, raining it with affections until he drops down on top of me as we fall to the mattress.

“Charlie, let’s –”

“Shh. Just shut your mind off and let me take care of you for tonight, okay?”

The only response I can give him is pulling his face to mine and shoving my tongue down his throat. Now I’m ready for round two because that was the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me, and quite possibly the scariest, but I can worry about that part later.

His weight leaves me as he fumbles with his clothes, peeling his wet shirt over the top of his head. As he’s raking his eyes over me, I try to close my legs to cover my swollen pussy, but he catches my inner thighs with each hand, spreading me open again, baring me to him.

“Don’t ever cover yourself from me, Haedyn. It’s just you and me in this room, and I want nothing more than to completely devour every centimeter of your body until you physically cannot take any more from me.”

I’ve never had anyone speak to me this way before. It’s sad that a small voice deep in my brain thinks he’s only saying these things so that I’ll let him fuck me, though.

He must see the doubt written on my face because he glares at me and says, “Even if you tell me you’re done here and you want nothing else from me, everything I said is the truth. Never doubt my honesty with you.”

“How did you even—” I can’t finish my question before he slams his hand over my mouth to plunge his tongue back into my aching center. I don’t know how long I can hold out here. This man acts like a starving carnivore who just got a taste of blood.

To distract myself from the assault on my pussy, I thread my fingers through his hair and yank as hard as I can, but he doesn’t let up. The pressure is becoming too intense. I’m not going to make it. There’s a kaleidoscope in my vision, and the edges are turning black.

Am I about to pass out? No fucking way. I would die of embarrassment. Just shoot me is my last coherent thought before the pleasurable pain drags me into complete darkness.

Disobedience is Key

seven

Disobedience is Key

Haedyn

I can see the orange light beaming on the other side of my eyelids, but I’d give anything to fall back into the nothingness. That was quite possibly the best sleep I’ve ever had, and I’m not ready to wake up yet. That means I’ll have to confront the events of last night. And I think I’d rather die than do that right now. The only good news I have right now is the fact that I don’t hear snoring beside me or feel any movement. I throw my arm over my eyes to block out the light, but my hand hits something that feels an awful lot like skin.

Immediately, I’m sitting straight up in the bed. Titties flailing as the sheet falls to the bed, and my mouth hangs open like a funhouse entrance as I look down beside me to find a smirking Charlie looking up at me. Nope. Not today, Satan. I’m out. I scramble to balance on my knees in an effort to jump off the bed when his strong arms surround my waist and slam me down to the mattress. Not a bad way to wake up, but also not how I wanted to start the day.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Ugh. Take me home to die in peace.”

“Surely, I wasn’t that bad last night, was I? I know I’m out of practice, but damn.”

“Don’t make this about you, asshole. Please take me home.”

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