Page 34 of Fixation of the Mind

With lightning fast reflexes, he snatched at something, a flash of silver all I saw as I inhaled. He raised a brow at me as he positioned his arm downward. I closed my eyes and gulped as the cool metal trailed up my thigh.

My pulse thumped harder, and I began to breathe out of my mouth as I concentrated on the cool razor-thin path he was blazing along my body. It inched higher and higher, my inhales and exhales became pants as my breathing got shallow. The idea of not knowing what was going to happen next was exhilarating.

I jerked when the metal lifted, almost moaning in sadness before something sharp swiped up my hip bone. Too late, my ears registered the sound of fabric being cut. A loud thud sounded, and I turned to look. A pair of sharp metal scissors stood up straight, the tips embedded into the wooden desk.

Circling around to ask him why he’d just ruined his desk, I was met with my shirtless dark knight. His eyes laced with unquenched hunger, he held my panties up to his face and took a long, deep whiff. My pulse skipped a beat. Where was my studious, rigid man? The one that stood before me now looked like he’d found an oasis in the desert.

He kept his eyes on me, his gaze drilling into me as he lifted each leg and put it over his shoulders. “Do you trust me, my paramour?”

“Yes and no,” I answered honestly, and he paused for a second before using two fingers to walk his way to my center. One finger swiped at my center, and I took a sharp inhale. Just his few touches had made my nerves going haywire.

He did it again, with two fingers this time, collecting my wetness. A soft moan escaped, and his head snapped back to me, his eyes watching me, caressing me in fascination. “Let’s change that answer, shall we?”

Before I could say a word, he knelt down, flattened his tongue, and took a long, skillful lick. Beneath his lashes, he watched me squirm, his infectious smile grew with every movement and each sound that slipped from my lips. His eyes never left me, catching my reactions as he tested out his skills.

My toes curled when he circled his lips around my clit and sucked as two fingers sunk into my pussy. “Oh god, Rion. Fuck.” His fingers went faster the more I talked.

“Yes. Yes, fuck.” My back bowed as he curled his fingers and hit that sensitive spot inside. My thighs began to shake, and my breathing became ragged. Biting my lip as he was working me up to go over into oblivion. His tongue flicked over my clit, switching from hard flicks to soft, languid ones.

Feeling my orgasm build, I panted his name. “Rion. Oh, Rion. Fuck. Rion.” The pleasure coursing through my body had me feeling almost high, and I dug my heels into his back to keep his face close.

I could’ve been embarrassed by the wet sounds he was causing, but the pleasure was so hot and fast I only wanted more. I was at the point that I really didn't care what was going on as long as he never stopped. I just wanted to come.

As soon as I felt his tongue mix with his fingers, making me wider and wetter, my orgasm knocked at the door. I just needed a little push to shove me into oblivion.

My eyes snapped open when a finger poked at my ass, and I looked down at him. His eyes were still on mine as I lifted up to my elbows. Before I could say anything, he raised his head and smiled, my juices running down his chin. “Hold on.” That was all the warning he gave before he dove into me like he was eating his last supper. It was all getting to be too much when he pushed that dripping wet digit past the ring of muscle.

His mouth went back to my clit while his fingers fucked both of my holes, and my head fell back as I screamed his name, coming all over his fingers.

He made sure to keep a steady pace even when my walls clenched around his digits, not wanting to let them go. His fingers fucked me through one more orgasm, and when I was starting to come down from that high, he licked and sucked at my already sensitive clit.

My lower half jerked when he smacked his lips, my mind in la la land and my body lost in the aftershocks of my orgasm. I didn't realize what he was doing until I heard a squirt. I didn't need to wonder for long before he shoved something small, wet, and long up my ass.

“What the—” I made a move to get up, but he was right there, kissing me with that sinful mouth as he rubbed my clit. The fight was draining out of me by the second… until I felt a vibration thrumming in my ass.

His kiss grew fervent as the vibrations changed speeds. When he hit the fastest speed, my head fell back, and I cried out, “Not fair.”

He chuckled along my neck, kissing down to the valley between my breasts. “I told you this would be a punishment.”

I wasn’t sure what was so bad about this, but I didn't mind it as long as he was touching me. At least that was what I thought until he stood up, removing himself from me completely as he backed up a few steps.

It didn't take me long to get up and glare at him. “Get back over—”

“I think we need a few drinks. Don’t you?”

My mouth dropped open as I looked at my disheveled clothes, the tent in his pants and his oddly wide smile. What the fuck?

He stepped forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I don’t ever want you to think we will leave you again, so the punishment is to go like this to the coffee shop down the street and pick up something for us. I don't care what it is, just something, then come back here, and we can… finish. Does that sound fair?”

“No, it doesn't,” I immediately answered with my hands on my hips. He laughed, a full belly laugh, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, out the door, and into the garage. My whole body was still in shock over my orgasm, my release still dripping down my thighs.

He opened the door and motioned for me to get in. My numb, sex-addled brain got stuck, and I asked, “Do you have a napkin? I need to clean up.” I looked around for a second before I yelped as he lifted one leg and licked up my thigh, cleaning me up while also getting me going again.

Once he was finished, he stood up, my eyes half open before swaying towards him, about to tell him I’d learned my lesson and needed him to fuck me in this garage. He picked me up and put me in the car, turning it on for me. He turned the AC all the way up until my mind woke up, screeching that it was too cold.

He shut the door, grinning at me. “Remember, once you get back, we can finish. I’m counting on you.”

Something was up. Now that I was coming down from the high, that seemed even more obvious. “And you're going to let me go out alone?” I raised an eyebrow, and he waved his phone at me.

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