Page 84 of The Huntress and Her Hound

And it’s empowering. He doesn’t know all my secrets, but one step at a time. I can disclose the final one once he helps me hunt the man who caused the storm in me. I sip the coffee, and then place it back on the counter as my body aches.

I still haven't forgotten what happened in the bathroom at the house for sale, and I’m dying to reach climax with a sense of weight lifted from my shoulders. My breakdown feels a million years behind me, and riding the moment of courage, I head for the hallway.

The plush carpet tickles the bottom of my feet, and I feel my heart racing with apprehension as I see the door cracked, the light illuminating Jude’s face. His jaw is set as he stares at the computer, about ten feet from the wall. I swallow hard, and push the door in.

He whips his head around to me, drinking in the sight of my body, lingering at the curvature of hips. “On your knees, kitten,” he growls, turning his chair to face me. He releases his cock from his boxer briefs, the sight actually causing my mouth to salivate.

I drop to my knees, biting down on my lip as I falter. I’m not smooth at submitting but doing so with Jude is...healing. I look up and meet his lustful gaze.

“Crawl to me.”

I begin the borderline humiliating movement, my eyes falling to my hands.

“Eyes up here, baby.”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek and force myself to look back up at him. He scoots to the edge of the desk chair, looking like a fucking predator ready to pounce on me. With nervous breaths, I near him, my heart now pounding in my ears and pussy.

Please let me come this time.

He leans forward as I reach him, grabbing my jaw and bringing me up to my knees. I place my hands on his muscled thighs as his forehead presses to mine.

“Now choke on this cock,” he whispers so fucking sweetly. He releases my jaw, and then presses two fingers against my bottom lip, forcing my lips apart. His fingers dive into my mouth, gagging me.

He laughs wickedly.

I should want to murder him for it, but instead my pussy fucking cries at the sound. A tear rolls down my cheek as he removes his fingers, and before I can even breathe, his dick is in my mouth and hand in my hair. Fisting it so tightly it burns my scalp, he forces himself down the back of my throat.

“My little liar,” he chides, holding my face at the base of his cock. I smack his thigh, and he gives me relief to breathe, without removing himself from my mouth. Saliva drips from the corner of my lips, and I move to wipe it away.

He doesn’t let me.

His cock goes back down my throat. I gag, squeezing my eyes shut as I dig my nails into his skin. I feel it give way, breaking under the pressure. He groans, thrusting into my face like I’m a fucking rag doll.

I continue to cling to him, letting him ravage my mouth with his cock while I take it like a submissive little pet. And it’s strangely powerful to relinquish all the control I’ve tried to hold onto all these years.

“Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy,” Jude grunts as I gasp for air, tears streaming down my face for all the right reasons. “You’ll have my fucking cum all over you before we’re done. You’re mine.” With those words, he explodes, his cum shooting down the back of my throat. He then releases me entirely, leaving me there between his legs. With a malicious sigh, he wipes the spit from my face. “I forgive you, doll.”

I peer up at him, and he then wipes away the tears. There’s satisfaction in his face, but I’m not satisfied. My eyes drop to the place my nails broke his skin, droplets of blood pooling around my fingertips—and I can’t resist my urge.

Leaning over his leg, I run my tongue where my fingers once were, lapping up the blood, and playing in it, smearing it across my lips. Jude groans as I tip my head back for him to see what I’ve done.

His eyes darken as he leans forward, cupping my head with both of his hands. His thumbs smear the blood even more, painting it all around my mouth. Then he draws me up to his lips, kissing me, tasting his own blood...

And then biting my flesh so hard I whimper.

My own blood joins his as I straddle him in the chair, our tongues and teeth gnashing in a heady kiss. My hand finds his still-hard shaft and guides it where it belongs. A moan slips from me as I slide onto him, my pussy oozing with my arousal and need for him.

“I’ll take all of you,” he murmurs as we come up for air. “He gets none.” His words pull at an emotion deep in my chest, one that I thought was dead and gone. I rock my hips, and his crimson lips stay parted as his hands land on my ass. “You better start telling me who you belong to, doll.”

“You,” I moan out as he buries his face in my chest, attacking my breasts like a savage. I thread my fingers through his hair as he licks, sucks, and bites my flesh. I know he’s leaving marks inside and out, deeper than any ink I could put on my body. His hands guide my movements, grinding our bodies against each other.

An orgasm crashes down on me and my walls clench around Jude. I release like an explosion, and it’s stronger than ever before. Jude wraps his arms around me, and stands to his feet, cock still buried in me. He kisses my neck as he drops me to the bed, and then flips me onto my stomach, my feet on the carpet and my ass up in the air for him.

“How bad do you want me?” he growls from above me, spreading my cheeks and leaning down. He runs his tongue from my clit to my ass, and then repeats the motion with his cock, slowly putting pressure at the back. I gasp at the surge of forbidden arousal. “Tell me, kitten, can I have all of you?”

I squeeze my eyes shut as his saliva mixes with the tip of his cock. “Yes.”

He pushes in further, working me open for him with slow forward motion. “Oh fuck, your ass is so tight.” His hand collides with my cheek with force, and I know there’s a handprint left behind.

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