Page 87 of Crossing the Top Line

“Oh, aren’t you something. Does my greedy little thing like pain with her pleasure?” Oliver laughs, but there’s a dangerous edge to his voice I’ve never heard before. It makes me shiver.

I nod, or at least I try to. It’s hard to move with how hard I’m being held down.

“Use your words, princess,” he corrects, accompanied by a particularly hard spank.

I whine, swallowing and panting. “Oui, mon roi,” I reply, surprised how much French I can recall when my mind is so scrambled.

“That’s right, my good girl. I’m your king, and you’re my filthy little pain princess. Thank me for giving you what you’re so desperate for,” he orders, not quite a bark, but close.

He halts in his strikes, rubbing a soft hand over the inflamed skin of my backside, and I shiver again, eyes sliding closed.

“Thank you,mon roi. I love it. More, please. I need more,” I beg, hardly able to control my mouth as it speaks my deepest desires.

“We can play more another time. But for now, I think I have something you’ll enjoy. Stay still for me,ma reine,” he purrs.

He punctuates the command with a soft kiss to my right cheek before he lifts his knee. I want to move, but the promise of more makes me obey. And I’m glad I obey, especially once I feel the broad tip of his cock against my folds.

“You’ll take my cock, won’t you, ma reine? You want me to fuck this dripping cunt?” he asks.

The part of me that isn’t blinded by searing hunger recognizes the request for consent, and a different kind of warmth fills my lower belly. I don’t know if many other alphas would do the same in this position, and I’m genuinely touched for a moment before my stomach cramps and more slick pulses from my core to coat his cock.

“Oui, mon roi. And your knot, if you’ll allow it,” I gasp, shaking with the effort to keep my hips still and not push back against him.

He lets out a breath, a gentle palm caressing my back before both of his hands wrap around my hips.

“You’re such a good girl to ask so sweetly, princess. Who am I to say no,” he purrs.

I smile into the cushion, hiding my blush. But then he’s thrusting forward, dragging me by my hips all the way down his considerable length until I swear he’s deep enough to push against my diaphragm. He gives no quarter, fucking me with hard, sure thrusts, and it’s all I can do to hang on. The stretch and burn feel like heaven, my orgasm building like a forest fire in my belly, my toes curling.

“You will come when I tell you, and not a moment sooner. Do you understand me?”

Another hard slap on my ass punctuates Oliver’s command. And it’s as if the concept of denying my release drags me right to the edge, and I shake, trying my best to obey. But he changes his angle, thrusting down into my sweet spot with pinpoint accuracy.

“I can’t—please,mon roi. I need it. I’m right there. Please. Please. Please.”

I barely recognize my own voice, the high-pitched, breathy pleading belonging to someone else. Someone I didn’t know I still had inside of me.

“You can,ma reine. I know it feels good, but you can hold on for me. Wait for me, princess. Such a good girl,” Oliver babbles into my ear, leaning down and clamping one hand on my shoulder for better leverage.

I don’t know if he means it, but when his fingers slip along my sweaty skin, landing around my throat, I groan. He squeezes, still careful, even as he relentlessly batters my channel with his thick cock. Not on my windpipe, but my pulse points. I gasp as my mind goes fuzzy, vision graying out. The sting of his hips against my battered ass, the harsh slap of his balls against my clit. I’m a creature of carnal pleasure, all thoughts of reality gone.

“Now, Victoria. I’m going to—come for me! Now!”

Oliver shouts, and I feel his knot slip into place just behind my pubic bone. Whatever tether I had to my body shatters, my body convulsing with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. The primal part of my mind purrs with delight as he pulses inside of me, his seed coating my insides. We’re still for a long moment, his body half bent over mine, breath hot against my back.

My mind clears, the dragon in my belly sated at least for a moment. The sound of the hurricane returns, thunder rolling outside the rattling shutters. I lift my chest off the couch on shaking arms, but then Oliver is there, helping me up into a kneeling position. The shifting of our bodies sets off another orgasm, smaller but still enough to make me gasp as warmth spreads out from my core.

“Are you okay, Victoria? I’m sorry if I—”

I turn in his embrace and seal my lips over his, silencing his apologies. He kisses me back, resting his forehead against mine when we pull away. Reaching down as best he can, he pulls the throw blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders before I let him maneuver us onto our sides on the wide cushion of the couch. When he uses his arm as a pillow, I close my eyes, trying to hold on to the little bubble of relief I’ve been given. But it’s only a few minutes later when Oliver pushes some of my hair aside and kisses my neck.

“Eli’s on the stairs. Can he come down?” Oliver whispers in my ear.

This is his house, so I’m not sure why he’s asking for my permission, but it doesn’t stop me from blushing from the thoughtfulness of it. I nod, and moments later, I hear bare feet on the laminate flooring. As I open my eyes, a new hand brushes a few stray hairs from my face. Eli is there, crouched in the space between the coffee table and the sectional. I glance down and find him shirtless, but holding a glass of water and my pill case in his hand.

“How are you feeling,darling? Oliver take good care of you?” he asks, though his knowing smirk betrays the sincerity of his question.

I tuck my chin, even as Oliver chuckles, his arms tightening around me. I extract one of my arms carefully, trying not to expose any of my nakedness as I reach for the pill case. I recognize the pills I need by sight, taking as much of my morning dose as I can with ease. Elijah leans in and kisses my forehead before getting to his feet and moving away.

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