Page 65 of Hers to Control

“What? You don’t want to fight me for it?”

The suggestion is tempting. I’ve been stuck in apartments, cabins, tied to a god damned chair, and now I’m confined to this villa. Before all this started, I was used to moving all day long. Between being stuck like this and the stupid nausea that is still plaguing me most of the time, I could really use a fight. Right now, though, I’m in the mood for something else. Plus, the damn cut running down my chest is still hurting me.

“Just lie down and stop being difficult, for fuck’s sake,” I order Eric, and the guy actually smirks, looking perfectly relaxed now. Whatever was on his mind when he came in, I easily won over his attention, and if that doesn’t make me feel good, I don’t know shit.

Without another word, Eric pulls off his shirt and pants. Given how little appetite I’ve had in the past weeks, I sure as hell am drooling now, my eyes fixed on his movements as he pulls his boxer briefs down.

Stepping around me, he flops down on the bed, adding another pillow beneath his head so he can watch me. Then he stays silent in good old Eric fashion.

Well, we’ll see if I can’t mess with that.

With all the shit that has happened to me, I’m damn well going to make the best of the good things I get in life and this manmight not be a white knight, but he’s the one who rode in on his dark horse and if I want a taste of him, I’m sure as hell going to take it.

Crawling onto the bed, I settle between his legs. With him lying down and me kneeling above him, it leaves him vulnerable and me in charge. Exactly what I need to enjoy myself tonight and Eric’s cock agrees with me.

Directing a grin at him, I wet my lips, loving the way his lips part in response. Then I lean down and slide his cock into my mouth.

His groan sends a shiver of satisfaction through me. Hell yes, he won’t stay quiet for this one.

I didn’t scream for the Russian assholes, but I’ll make Eric groan for me and somehow, that’s what’s giving me life right now.

Keeping my speed low, moving my lips up and down his shaft, I let my tongue explore his dick. He isn’t very veiny, and I enjoy the way my tongue slides over his smooth skin. At the top, I slide my tongue around his fat tip, getting another low moan from Eric. When a bit of pre-cum builds at the tip of his cock, I make eye contact before licking it off him.

Then I slide his dick between my lips again, faster this time.

As I go, the coarse hair around the bottom of his shaft tickles and scratches my chin and I get an idea. Letting his cock pop out of my mouth, I get off the bed and walk over to where his pants landed, reaching for his belt, where his knife is waiting for me in its sheath.

“Mia,” Eric warns, but I ignore him crawling back between his legs.

Now, I most definitely have his attention, though his cock is a little less impressed.

“What the fuck are you planning to do with that?” Eric asks, his eyes firmly on his knife in my hand.

I look down at it as if only now realizing I’m holding it. “Oh, this? Just trimming things down a bit.”

I lower the knife, intending to cut off some of the hairs that have been scratching me, when I notice a couple of dark splotches near the handle.

“Eric, is there blood on your knife?”

He grunts something that sounds affirmative.

“Why?” It’s a dumb question to ask, since I know the answer. I’ve seen what he did with this knife in the Russian basement.

“I haven’t exactly had time to clean it properly yet.” Eric’s eyes are on me, alert but not concerned. “You might want to avoid nicking my skin, though I don’t think Anton had any blood-borne diseases I need to worry about.”

Anton. Of course.

For a moment I allow Eric to trap me in his gaze, then I look down at my hand holding the knife. Anton is the one who gave away my location. Twice. He’s also the one who allowed them to inject me with shit that could have hurt Peanut or killed me.

Eric dealt with it.

I nod to myself, then I lower the knife. With my left hand I hold up tufts of his pubic hair. With my right, I carefully run Eric’s knife through them, cutting everything close to the skin. I keep going until I have finished with the entire area around his cock, everything looking nice and even.

Eric stays still, watching me the entire time, but not commenting. He doesn’t need to. Things are settled between us.

When I’m done, I let the knife fall down onto the carpet next to the bed. Then I bend forward again, picking up where I left off, only this time my right hand wanders between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.

Eric

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