Page 53 of Getting It Twisted

Sweaty strands of hair dance around his face as he shakes his head. “I won’t be likethem. The other men you’ve slept with.”

“Why?” My mouth twists into a dirty smile. “They give me what I want, and I don’t even have to ask.”

“This is not what you want.”

As if he knows anything about it. Fuck! My eyes are burning again.

“You’re right; Idon’twant this. Now get the fuck off me.” I buck again, but Daniel holds me down, his weight pinning me in place. It’s not aggressive; it’s more like he’s trying to relax the anxious beat of my heart by molding his body against mine like a weighted blanket.

But nothing can relax me. Nothing can get this awful feeling out of my chest, except the one thing Daniel refuses to give me.

He runs his hands along my sides, slow and soothing. I let out a sigh and tilt my head back.

The moon shines in from the window, painting Daniel’s strong jaw and broad shoulders in soft blue light. Those biceps of his, those hands that could bring me so much pleasure if he’d only give it to me . . .

Time slips away. The pressure of his body weighs me down, deep into the mattress, and my tight muscles unwind, leaving me utterly exhausted. But it’s a good kind of exhaustion, like the feeling when you’re so insanely baked you can’t tell one thought from the next. I feel floaty and strange as I buck my hips upward with a whine.

“That’s better,” Daniel whispers.

He eases up on me, and I stay put as he makes his way down. His mouth closes around my left nipple, worrying the nub with his tongue. He licks my stomach, the trail of hair by my belly button. He kisses the insides of my thighs, runs his hand up my leg. Presses his lips to the arch of my foot.

It’s too tender, too . . . loving. Worlds apart from my one-night stands with men who’d hold me down and plow my ass until I screamed.

One sadistic, unhinged fucker handcuffed me to his bed out of nowhere midfuck. There I was, chained to a stranger’s bed in an unfamiliar city in the middle of the night. He fed me poppers,rubbed coke into my gums, and proceeded to press all sorts of toys inside me until I felt stretched and sore and gaping.

The flogging came next. My muffled screams only egged him on further. Then, interchanged with lines of coke, he fucked me for what felt like hours.

Through it all, I didn’t feel a lick of fear.

I’m scared now though. This is a whole other type of danger—one I’m not equipped to handle or understand. One that threatens to blow open my carefully barricaded doors, beyond which there is nothing but terror.

Daniel runs his tongue up the length of my cock, flattening it against my stomach carefully and slowly. When I start squirming, he holds my hips down, keeping me in place.

Through it all, my eyes are burning. I hide my face in my arm and blink, trying desperately not to let the tears spill, but they do. Oh god, they do. My chest clenches and tightens. My voice breaks on a moan.

This . . . this is not what I want . . . This leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. Awkward and unsure.

When Daniel finally takes me into his mouth, I gasp in surprise. My cock throbs. I’m so hard I ache. Again and again, I moan as he sucks me, kisses the tip of my cock, and slides back down to the hilt. A finger nudges my wet, stretched hole and pushes inside. The combined pleasures send me tumbling over the edge, far sooner than I expected, and my cock twitches as I spill into his hot mouth. I buck my hips, I gasp, I shake. A gaping chasm opens within me and leaves me a boneless, tingling mess, and the memories recede to the back of my head.

Finally.

Alongside the relief, a great well of emotions descends over me, and I can no longer hold the tears back. I hide my face in Daniel’s neck, and he holds me as my body quakes with sobs.

It’s horrible. It’s wonderful.

We stay entangled for a long time, until I’ve soaked his skin with tears and my throat is raw and aching.

He nudges his face into my neck. “Better now?”

I manage a whimpered, “Yeah.”

In some ways, Idofeel better. In others, I feel worse than I ever have.

Chapter 10

Daniel

I awake with thememory of Nathan nuzzling into my shoulder and pressing a kiss to my neck in the night. His face is half-obscured now, with part of it covered by his messy black hair and the rest smushed into the pillow.

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