Page 29 of Beck and Call

"How about you start doing as you're told right now. Don't move."

I found I didn't want to argue. Maybe later I would wish I did, but surrendering to him was more exciting than anything I'd ever done, and defying him didn't feel like an option. Not because of what he'd do, but because I thought I might die if he didn't touch me.

My dress pooled at my feet. What a sight I'd make if someone could manage to see into the apartment at this height. I stood in nothing but a bra and panty set made of sheer emerald fabric. My hands were pressed against the glass, and my stance was wide for balance. He pulled back on my hips, making me unbalanced and forcing me to push back with my hands to keep from smashing my face against the glass.

His hand moved across my hip and down under the waist of my panties. "Let me show you why obeying me is worthwhile for you."

"Are you going to punish me if I don't?"

He nipped my ear. "I think you'd like that too much, but no. Causing you pain isn't something I'm comfortable with. I'd rather bring you pleasure."

To punctuate his words, his fingers pushed inside of me, and the heel of his hand pressed against my clit, and stars burst in my vision. His warm breath tickled my neck and he whispered in my ear, "See how nice it can be when you do as you're told?"

Whatever came out of my mouth wasn't actual words, but it must have been what he needed to hear. His fingers slipped out of me, and I whimpered at the loss. "I'll take care of you. Just give in to me."

At that moment I'd have done anything he asked.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Yes, anything you want," I agreed.

He pulled at the material of my underwear, and it bit into my skin as they ripped. "I'll buy you new ones. Dozens, because I'm likely to do that again."

Again, his hands held on to my hips. I had a moment to prepare myself before he thrust into me. He held me still and kissed a path up my neck.

"You undo me," he murmured against my skin.

Before I could ask him what he meant he started to move. "Kiss me," he demanded.

It was another order I was happy to follow. Looking over my shoulder, his mouth descended on mine. His tongue entered my mouth and started mimicking the movement of his cock. Sure and confident strokes, building a fire inside of me that threatened to consume me whole. My skin sang, and my mind went blank.

He was the only thing that existed at that moment. My entire world was sensation. The cold, smooth glass under my hands, the heat of his body behind me, his breath tickling my neck, and the relentless pounding of his thick shaft inside of me made me nearly crumple to the ground.

He helped hold me up, but didn't relent. If anything he drove me higher and higher until I didn't recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. I'd certainly never made anything like them before. I sounded feral, and close to shattering.

"Give in to me," he urged. Still I held out. It was a losing endeavor, though. With every movement I climbed higher to that precipice I was sure to fall off of.

"Evie," he growled. The sound of his desperation made my control snap. He drove harder and faster, lifting my feet up to my toes. My hands slipped on the glass, and rather than help me stay propped up he pulled me against him. He brought one arm around his neck, followed it down along my body, and then brought the other around as well. I held on as he moved my hips up and down his thick length.

His breathing quickened, and I felt his heart hammering against my back. He bit my shoulder and I let go. When he felt my surrender, his movements became less rhythmical, harder, and finally he joined me in going over the edge.

As his breathing slowed, his arms tightened around me. "Please reconsider living here."

"I can't. Not yet," I told him.

"But, someday?"

"I don't know how to answer that. You said you aren't romantic, but a part of me still holds out for everything. The fairytale ending, all of it."

"And if I can't be that? If being Prince Charming isn't in my makeup, what then?"

I shrugged. I didn't know what to tell him. Romance wasn't in the cards for my mother or my grandmother, but I still held out hope that my life would be different.

"I'll just have to convince you then."

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He stepped away from me, and I felt cold without him holding me.

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