Page 20 of Deviant

Forty seconds of unimaginable ecstasy for me, and a never ending reign of terror for her. The constant throb in my balls had long ago buried my conscience.

Nothing else existed but my cock, her warm mouth, and her head under water.

And her pleas for it to stop every time her beautiful face broke the surface.

Hell, I could fuck her mouth like this all day, and I was tempted to. Having to stop every forty seconds certainly prolonged it. I yanked her from the water again and let her hoard air.

After she’d gasped in enough breaths to satiate her need for life, she glared at me.

She fuckingglared.

No fearful, pleading looks from Alex.

Those were gone, replaced by fierce, indignant anger.

If I’d had any doubt before that this woman was made for me, I didn’t now. She bent under my will, submitting to be used as a fuck-hole, and in the face of confronting her biggest fear, she still came at me with attitude.

“God, I fucking love you.”

“Then stop waterboarding me and come already.”

A smile threatened to tilt my mouth. “It’s gonna take more than forty seconds to make me blow my load, babe.” I ran the tip of my cock across her lips. “Besides, I like watching you struggle under water. It shows me how fucking unbreakable you are.”

“No one’s unbreakable.”

“Not the average person, but you’re far from average.” I pressed against the stubborn seam of her mouth. “Open.”

That glare of hers grew in intensity as she parted her lips. I slid inside, but this time I didn’t push her under. Each thrust of my hips brought me to the back of her throat, eliciting a heaving gag. After twenty seconds, I shoved her under again, knowing the remaining time would seem like an eternity to her, since I hadn’t given her the chance to prepare.

She kicked her legs, renewed with strength and fear, and scraped me with her teeth. I hauled her face out of the bath water, and she sputtered and cursed at me. “Does this make you happy, Rafe?”

“Fuck yes. Euphoric. How about you?”

“Go to hell.”

“I’m headed there already.”

“Please, Rafe. I can’t take any more.” A sob bled from her quivering lips, and the darkness inside me snapped.

I was sure she could handle more—hours upon hours of pushing her under—because she was fucking strong. Stronger than me.

Kinder than me.

More lovable than me.

I leaned down until our noses touched. “Okay. We’ll stop, but if I don’t come, you don’t come.”

“Fine,” she snapped, her blazing eyes spitting the wrath of her ire. “Let me go, and we can both be frustrated.”

Fuck, if my cock didn’t hate me as I stood on my knees and pulled her upright. Reaching for the key to the cuffs on the counter, I kept my gaze trained on her. The way she returned my stare gave me pause. She gritted her teeth together, brows arched low over her eyes, the angles of her face a mural of determination.

I might not be able to see the wheels in her head turning, but I sensed them, going round and round with nefarious ideas of payback. I reached around her and unlocked the cuffs before dropping them over the rim of the tub. The metal clanked to the floor, and that’s when she struck, shoving me with such raging strength that I fell into the water, my back slamming against the other end of the tub.

As Alex straddled my thighs, she removed the clothespin from her nose and tossed it on the floor. I was damn glad the faucet was situated in the middle of the tub against the wall, otherwise, I might have cracked the back of my head open. In mere seconds, she had me under her spell, her fingers gouging my shoulders as her pussy sheathed me with an angry, downward plunge. I leaned my head back, rapid breaths escaping through parted lips, and watched her while she fucked me.

It would be so easy to take control, to stand and throw her over my shoulder and stomp into the bedroom like a fucking caveman, where I could do everything and anything to her.

The types of punishing things that made me breathe faster, moan louder, give in quicker.

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