Page 4 of King: Darker Than Romance

“See how hard you make me. Stroke it.” I could no longer see him, not even his eyes. The tone of his voice dared me not to do what he commanded.

“Fuck you.” I snatched the hand he had trapped at my side from his grip and pressed the heel of it against his abdomen. I tried to push him off, but he refused to be moved. Next, I made a futile attempt to buck him off me. I wasn’t strong enough; he was too big. He’s unmovable and formidable and I want to cry. But I wouldn’t.

I continued to fight until he resorted to choking me. He leaned down. His large hand wrapped around my neck. He squeezed, using just enough pressure to still and unravel me. A soft whimper forcefully escaped. My body fought for air on instinct, but also became aroused. My nipples hardened and my pussy gushed.

King had long ago introduced me to sexual asphyxia. He was confusing my body.

My breathing grew ragged.

Finally, I fisted his cock.

He hissed on contact.

I whimpered. Feeling his hard warmth in my hands brought back so many memories. Quick flashes of swollen lips, bruised knees and sticky thighs. Sex had always been good between us, nearly everything else was bad.

He released the grip on my neck but made sure my hand remained wrapped around his dick.

“You’re playing games now, Eden. You used to like to touch me like this, begged me to let you do it on many occasions. Now you’re trying to make me seem as if I’m the bad guy asking you to touch me,” he said, playing the victim again. “But that’s okay. I enjoy being the bad guy, and I have so many games we will play together. I’ll call the first one ‘Prison.’ I will be the warden, and you’re the inmate. If I say it, you do it, or there will beconsequences. Just thinking about taking four years of pent up aggression out on your body, having you at my mercy, giving you what you deserve has my dick so hard…. And I know you will cooperate. Right, Eden?” He answered for me. “Yeah, you will,” “Because you know I know all about your skeletons and where the graves are. So, you can either do what I say or….”He left the rest hanging in the air. My whole body tensed at his threat.

I could feel his intense stare on me as he waited for me to acknowledge my defeat. I knew exactly what skeletons he was talking about, and the last thing I needed was for him to go digging them up. I knew about King’s misdeeds too, but he’d been smart enough not to let me know where he’d buried his. I had no other choice but to do what he said.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” I shrugged. “What’s your end game? What in the fuck is it that you want from me?”

He laughed.

“I want my pound of flesh. I want you to regret lying to me. To regret meeting me as much as I regret meeting you.”

I almost laughed at his reply. If that was his goal, he had already achieved it … I kept that part to myself.

“Since you have nothing further to say, and we’ve come to an agreement, stroke me, the way I like it. How I taught you.” Instead of letting go and letting me do it he guided my hand, making me manipulate his hard flesh for a moment. When he let go instinct took over, and I gripped him firmly. I stroked him, fast, from base to tip, trying my best to milk him. The sounds he made caused my nipples to tighten. My skin burned and my pussy ached.

He knew I was trying to make him cum fast. Knocking my hand away he hissed, “You won’t get out of this that easily. On your knees, Eden and remember, if you yell, our secret gets out.”

His weight lifted.

I told myself that I was doing what he said because of his threat, but deep down I wanted what I knew would come next. Thick slickness wetting my thigh was evidence of that.

I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, burying my head in the pillow. I gripped the headboard. Anticipation had me breathing heavy.

“Arch your back and keep it arched,” he ordered.

He didn’t give me time to follow directions before he took control.

King splayed his big hand right above my ass and pushed me down. My back dipped; legs spread. He pushed his hips forward. The head of his dick teased my clit. He ran it up, then down my slit, then I felt it pressing at my entrance. “Pussy too tight,” he groaned. “Can’t fuck you how I planned just yet.”

His breathing was ragged as he slid in excruciatingly slow, stretching me, letting me adjust, then stretching me more. He was giving my pussy more consideration now than he did when I’d given him my virginity. Then again, he was just probably trying his best not to cum too quickly.

He took his time. When he was fully inside of me, he grabbed my arms pulling them behind me. My back bowed in the middle. My ass rose even higher. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning. I didn’t want him to know how much I liked what he was doing to me.

I couldn’t help but like it. My body knew whom it belonged to and I hated that.

“Fuck me back, Eden.”

I undulated my hips, dancing into his dick.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Four years, I been dreaming of doing this again, every night.”

He gave me a few, long, deep punctuated strokes that made me think he really had missed me. Hell, the way he stroked me made me think I had missed him. When he found my sweet spot, he plucked at it until my body felt like liquid.

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