Page 27 of Sorrow

I don’t want to admit how much I need it right now.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

“Okay. You did so good yesterday, you know that? That’s how I know you’re going to do good today, too. I think we need to work on getting you into a different headspace before anything else. I am gonna ask you to kneel again, but first give me a kiss.”

My stomach flips violently. The first time, I didn’t see the kiss coming. He just did it. I didn’t have to think about what it meant or where to put my hands or if I should use tongue.

I didn’t have to face the fact that Iwantto kiss him.

God, that’s a terrifying thought.

Reminding myself quickly what I’m doing this for — andwhoI’m doing it for — I reach up to gently touch his face, letting my gaze drop from his eyes to his lips, and then I kiss him.

He lets me lead for less than a minute and then devours me, his tongue slotting into mymouth like it belongs there as his hand grips the back of my head to hold me in place.

His other slides under my shirt to touch my skin, setting me on fire.

Is this it? Is he finally going to fuck me?

Nerves and excitement coil inside of me as I reach down to pull his cock out, smiling a little when I feel him twitch under me and bite at my bottom lip. He’s already fully hard. “On your knees, Hurricane. You’re going to keep me warm for a while.”

What?

Exhaling hard, I talk myself out of arguing with him. He’s made it clear that respect and compliance are absolutely necessary in order for him to keep teaching me, so I pout just a little as I slide down to the floor.

Knowing what he wants, I kiss the head of his cock before I suck just enough to get him wet, then hold steady with my eyes on his.

“Good girl. You’re not there yet, so just lay your head on my thigh and breathe with me.”

He swipes his thumb along my cheek so gently it catches me by surprise, though it does quell a little bit of the frenzy.

I don’t think he understands how hard this is for me. Part of me feels like I’m betraying myself by giving him any pleasure at all, and the other part of me is so ready to get fucked that I can’t stand waiting.

It’s also hard to ignore what’s at stake here.

But again, I tell myself not to argue. Again, I let out a breath and stay steady.

Each stroke of his thumb helps, even when his attention moves away from me and back onto the TV. “I know finding patience is hard sometimes, but it’s essential. Relax for me.”

Mind reading little shit.

Huffing, I adjust my tongue and let my eyes flutter closed. I can’t relax when I’m looking at him, my chest becomes chaos — lust, irritation that I’m doing things to please him, irritation that Iwantto please him — so he can forget the whole eye contact thing for now.

He lets me stay there until I feel the tight anxiety in my chest loosen, and when I hear the credits roll, Hayes clicks his tongue to get my attention. “There she is. Feel better, pretty girl?”

My jaw aches, but otherwise?

Yes.

My mind is quiet.

Nodding, I suckle gently as an answer.

“Yeah, we needed to get you out of your head before we tried this next thing. Up.” He taps my jaw lightly in encouragement, then lifts me straight off of the floor without putting his cock away to carry me to his room.

I watch his eyes as he lays me down and undresses me, noting the intense way he stares at each piece of skin he exposes. Once I’m naked, he stands up straighter and tosses his shirt aside, then spreads my legs open before he grips the base of his cock to stroke it. “Touch yourself.”

His gaze is locked on my pussy, making me curious as hell as I reach down to toy with myself. “What are we doing?”

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