Page 17 of Sorrow

“Hayes...” I start, but when all he does is raise his eyebrows, I realize he’s not going to budge. This is my test. If I pass, he’ll teach me. If I fail, he’ll go right back to making fun of me.

I have to get out of this town, especially now. I don’t have a choice.

Locking eyes with him to gauge his reaction, I flick my tongue over the tip of his finger and then slowly suck it into my mouth. It’s an odd feeling, an odd taste, but it’s easy to curl my tongue around it.

“Slow,” he growls, and the ragged breaths leaving him are the only indication that he’s affected at all. “Good girl. Run your tongue on the underside of the tip.”

I’m so used to blatantly disobeying him just to be an ass that it’s hard to listen, but I remind myself why I’m doing this. My freedom. My future.

My life.

I back up just enough to swirl my tongue under the pad of his finger, feeling the blazing heat return to my cheeks. I cannot believe I’m doing this.

“Yeah... like that.” I’ve never heard him speak this way before, never heard his voice so low. “More.”

A second digit slips in, and suddenly, this isn’t Hayes anymore. Not the Hayes that I’ve known my whole life, anyway. It’s someone different, someone new. Someone I actually want to please.

A tiny little moan escapes me as I slide my tongue between his fingers, losing myself to how it feels having something fill my mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes, tugging me closer by my jaw as his own tenses. “Get on my lap. Show me how much you want me.”

Do I want him? More importantly, do I want him to know that?

The asshole couldn’t have worded it any other way, could he? Whatever. I’m committed now.

Moving around the table, I climb into his lap and suck his fingers until he pulls them out of my mouth. I’ve never been this close to him before, at least not like this. “Now what?” I ask breathlessly.

“Shut up.” His mouth crashes to mine hungrily — almost too enthusiastically, like he forgot he was supposed to be teaching me — and then he slows to let our tongues get acquainted.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but somehow... it feels right. I follow his lead until I’m lost, not thinking about this being my first kiss, or Hayes Sarro being the one I’m kissing. I just sink into it.

I feel his fingers curl into my hips as his cock thickens between my thighs, and for the first time, I allow myself to believe he actually wants this.

My stomach flips violently at the thought.

Not knowing what else to do, I roll my hips to glide along his cock as I hesitantly meet his eyes again. “So will you teach me?”

“Alright,” he replies a little breathlessly. “One step at a time. But if at any point you forget our agreement, I’ll stop. You’re not incharge here, and I only train good girls. Is that what you are, Hurricane? Are you a good girl?”

My brain glitches. I don’t think I’ve been watching the right kind of porn. “What does that mean?”

“It means you do as I say and you treat me with respect.“ His hand grips my chin to keep me from looking away. “And you keep your eyes on me. Trust me, if your friend wants you trained, it isn’t to just lay there. Anyone can be a pillow princess. Not every woman can be a good girl.”

I’ve never been good at following directions, least of all those doled out by Hayes. But with my future on the line... I think I can do anything. “I can try.”

“If you can try, you can do. You just have to surrender yourself to me.” Suddenly, his fingers are slipping in the front of my pants. It fills me with terror, with lust.

It’s too much.

“Promise me you won’t make me feel bad about this tomorrow,” I whisper quickly. “Please.”

He presses against my clit before he gives me a response, rolling his fingers as he watches me closely. “I won’t. Not about this.” His mouth finds my pulse point, gentleand ghosting at first. It’s just enough to leave me wanting more.

And then... it hits me.

This isHayes.

Infuriating, cruel, unforgiving Hayes Sarro.

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