Page 202 of There's No Us Without You
My stomach tenses, and I chew on the inside of my cheek.
Please look at me, Will. I’ll do whatever you want.Just let me know you’re okay.
For a long moment, he’s unmoving, his breathing steady but heavy, as though he’s fighting his demons on the inside—only he can see them.
Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. I should give him some space. As much as he said he wanted to bury himself inside me, maybe that’s not what he needs right now.
I go to move, but Will drops his hands from his face, his eyes finding mine.
“Stay,” he says, cupping my cheek and running his thumb over my top lip. “Let’s clean this blood off first.”
I’d almost forgotten the fact I got punched in the face until just now. I nod, glancing down at the blood splattered on my shirt, then lift my arms to allow Will to remove it.
Dried blood sticks to the skin on my chest, even between my breasts.
Will nods to my bra. “Off.”
A burning sensation builds in my veins, making my skin flush at how Will wants to take care of me.
He may not know how to use his words all the time, but he sure knows how to show me he cares.
And loves me?
I’ll hold onto that hope.
I remove my bra, and let it fall onto the carpet by the end of the bed. With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, Will breathes heavily out his nose, then stands to head into the bathroom. When he returns, he motions for me to sit on the edge of his bed. I do as instructed, then it’s him dropping to his knees in front of me so we’re face-to-face. I lower my gaze to his chest and trace the lines of flexing muscles as he cleans the dried blood from my chest, then my face.
My hand snaps up and my fingertips brush over his hand when he hits a sore spot. I let out a small groan, my body tensing.
“Sorry,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose gently. “All done.”
When he climbs to his feet, I grab his arm. “I’m sorry, too. Let me make it up to you?” I drop to my knees before he can say anything and release his semi-hard cock from his pants and boxers.
Gripping him tightly, I suck him into my mouth—ignoring the pain in my face—and let my tongue glide over the hard metal of his piercings.
He hisses as I swirl my tongue over the sensitive head, then grabs onto my hair, tugging my head back a little so I can look up at him. “Are you going to disobey me again?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir,” I attempt to say around his hardening length.
Eyes softening, he cups my cheek. “Good. Now show me how sorry you are.” He nods to the far wall. “Take your pants off and face the wall. Hands above your head.”
Stepping back, he pulls his cock from my mouth with a loud pop, so I climb to my feet and shove my pants down my thighs, kicking them to the side. Then I press myself up against the wall just as Will instructed. My breasts ache as I crush them, but I’ll endure the pain to please him.
“Spread your legs.” With a tap to my bum, Will shoves a knee between my legs and grips my wrists together above my head with one hand.
I whimper but do as I’m told, knowing if I don’t, he won’t let me come. He loves to edge, but I need a release right now, my body on fire at his words.
“Please, Will,” I say, my cheek pressed against the wall.
He slaps my arse hard this time, the sting making me flinch. “Please, who?”
I realise the error of my words. “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck this pussy hard and fast. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Words, Eden.” Will’s grip on my wrists tightens, pain shooting down my arms, but it’s a welcome sensation considering I’m a writhing mess under his warmth.
