Page 19 of Control

“Why? Do you find me interesting?” A full smile played at his lips before he answered. “India.”

“Why do you and your brother have different accents?” I thought it odd his brother had a British one while his was more American.

“Our teachers in India were British, so we both had the same accent growing up. I guess I was younger when I came over here for school. More impressionable at the time, I suppose. Or maybe an unconscious need to fit in better?”

I knew firsthand the need to fit in when relocating to a new country. Sometimes, it was to make friends; other times, it was just to survive because the alternative was far worse. Standing out could get you killed.

“My turn.” His eyes dragged over my lips. “Why did you move to New York?”

This line of questioning injected unease into me. I hugged my arms tighter around my waist, closing myself off. “What is this? Twenty questions?”

He reached for his phone in his pocket and tapped out a message, before turning it face down on the table. Suddenly, the drapes surrounding the booth were pulled shut from the outside.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Sliding closer to me, he dipped his mouth close to my ear, momentarily silencing the quick thumping inside my chest. “Yes. And I get to ask all of the questions.” The tip of his nose grazed my lobe, causing me to suck in air through my lips. “What I wouldn’t give to know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

If he only knew the thoughts that were racing inside of my head. Instead of questions, I had twenty excuses ready on the tip of my tongue to put distance between us, but none of them of them slipped out. I just kept imagining his hands on my skin and the spicy way he’d taste in my mouth.

I licked my lips that had gone dry from the heat of his proximity. Before I could think about what was coming out of my mouth, I whispered, “I dare you to find out.”

He grabbed me, pulling me against him. I could feel the hardness of his torso pressed against the side of my body; his large hand flat on the flesh of my exposed belly.

“You’d have more luck with another girl here,” I groaned, no longer able to keep my voice steady.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? To watch me fuck another woman the way I should be fucking you?”

I moaned at the visual that played in my mind. The satisfaction on his face reflected his delight in my reaction.

“That’s what gets you off, doesn’t it? Voyeurism?” His lips pressed a gentle kiss on the sensitive patch of skin under my ear, leaving me breathless.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

His tongue slid along the side of my neck. “I bet you were soaking wet after running away from me.”

My hands clenched into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. His teeth branded me at the base of my neck, shooting rays of pain that morphed into pleasure down my chest as he continued his malevolent interview.

“Did you slide under your bed sheets and pull your panties down?” His hand moved lower, playing at the waistband of my pants.

“…touching your pretty pink pussy, and imagining my fingers rubbing your nub?” Thick fingers slid inside my panties, tickling the patch of hair as he explored my depths.

“Did you work yourself good, pumping your pelvis to match the speed of your fingers?” I tensed as he rubbed circles on my clit, not wanting my body to relent to his control. The sensations numbed all my logical thinking and my hips spontaneously matching his rhythm.

“Did your slippery cunt make noises as your fingers plunged inside like my dick would?” He dipped a finger into me, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. I threw my head back, clenching my eyes shut, unable to believe how good it all felt.

“Did you pinch your sweet nipples like my teeth would clamp down on them?” His teeth found my nipple through my shirt and bit down. I yelped from the pinch.

“Tell me. Did you scream for me when you came so hard that it blinded you?”

“Jai,” I panted as I grasped his forearm, which was hard at work. My pelvis ground hard against his hand, ready to explode.

“And baby girl? Did you suck the cream off your fingers, tasting your honey, just like I would?”

Ecstasy ripped through my core, reverberating though my body. I gasped, milking his finger with my pussy. His lips closed over mine to silence me as I rode out my climax. My eyes still closed, I allowed myself to feel. Feel the warmth of his mouth. The strength of his tongue plunging into my mouth. The soft bites his teeth made as they nipped my lips when I opened them to catch my breath.

“Claire.” His voice was dripping with desire and want. I lay there spent next to him—unable to move.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and held his fingers up to examine them, my cream visibly smeared all over them. He made good on his promise and sucked them off, tasting my honey—just like he said he would.

My eyes tracked him as my body remained limp. Weaving his hand through my hair, he pulled me in to meet his mouth. Dipping his tongue into my mouth, he forced me to taste myself—like floral silk.

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