Page 20 of Quiet Rage
She’s got a lot more strength than I thought she would today. And it rubs me the wrong way. “You know what? You’re welcome. I didn’t have to come here to get you, you know? I could’ve left you here, but I didn’t.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” With her hands on her hips, she glares up at me defiantly. “You’re a fucking prince, you know that? You drove all the way here after waking up in your bed, in your house, where you could eat and drink and do whatever you need to do! While I was here?—”
“This is boring. I’m going.” I’m backing out, prepared to lock the door again, when she gasps and rushes to me.
“No, please.” Just like that, all of her strength is gone. All of that defiance. Now, tears start spilling over, hitting her chest and rolling down to soak into her bra cups. “Please, don’t do that. Don’t leave me here. I’m begging you. Don’t go!”
Oh, fuck. This might be the worst thing she could possibly do, begging me like that. Putting herself at my mercy, letting me see how terrified she is. Terror that goes so much deeper thananything I have imagined until now, terror that only comes from real suffering.
Here I am again, completely in control. Her God, towering over her, holding her fate in my hands. “What’s it worth to you?”
Her eyelids flutter, but somehow she doesn’t seem surprised. Not for long. “What do you want? Do you want me to jerk you off again? Just please, don’t leave me here.”
Hearing her say it out loud makes me twitch and swell, but that’s not what I have in mind now. “I was thinking more about getting you on your knees.” I’ve been thinking about it a lot. More than she would believe.
Her throat works when she gulps before her red-rimmed, swollen blue eyes drift downward to my crotch. She doesn’t waste any time. “And then you’ll let me go?”
I can only nod over the sudden tightness in my throat. I don’t think anybody could blame me for wondering if I really did finally fall asleep, and this is all a dream.
But no, the sight of her lowering herself to her knees without arguing is very real. Just as real as the touch of her hands to my waistband. I hold my breath, watching as she moves almost robotically through the process of letting my jeans drop to my ankles, leaving me in my boxer briefs.
Now she looks unsure of herself, but she’s not going to let that stop her. I can almost hear her thoughts since her face is so expressive. They might as well be printed across her forehead. It scrunches in concentration as she lowers my waistband and my cock springs free.
“Get to work,” I tell her, aching, already oozing a bead of precum from my tip. I can’t help it. I have imagined her this way so many times, and now here she is. And she has no choice.
Her nostrils flare when she takes a deep breath, but she wraps her hand around me without hesitating and guides me to her mouth.
Fuck, yes. Yes, this is good.Warm, wet. “Nice and slow,” I tell her, even though I know she wants to get this over with so she can leave. “Make sure I’m happy, or we’re not going anywhere.”
She gags a little but continues taking me inside, sinking lower an inch at a time. The anticipation builds the deeper I sink, until I hit the back of her throat. “You can do better than that,” I mutter. Only around two-thirds of me is inside her.
She grunts her disagreement and shakes her head a little, then wraps her hand around the rest of me. “That’ll do,” I decide, closing my eyes, letting the sensations overtake me. I want to enjoy this after imagining it so many times. Finally feeling the wet heat of her mouth instead of jerking off to the thought.
It’s not long before sloppy, slurping sounds fill the air. I’m on fire, burning a little hotter every time she descends on me, every time her tongue strokes the nerves under my head. “Have you been practicing?” I ask, my voice thick with pleasure. “Or maybe those memes aren’t fake, and you really do make your money like this.” All she does is increase the pressure, her cheeks hollowing out from the force.
Holy shit, that’s good. My hands find her head and sink into her golden hair. But instead of using her, moving her up and down and fucking her face, I’m okay with letting her take the lead.She’s doing so well on her own, after all. It’s nice to be able to let go, to let her handle it while I enjoy myself.
And I am enjoying it. Every sloppy sound she makes, every time I press against her throat and make her gag a little. It all adds up to something that’s going to be mind-blowing by the time it’s over.
And the time is coming fast, no matter how much I want to drag it out. “That’s right, keep going,” I urge, breathless now, on fire thanks to the way she uses her hand along with her mouth. Has she been watching videos? I don’t care. I only care that she’s damn good at this, so good my balls are lifting and my body is buzzing, preparing for the end.
“Look at me, Tamson.” Opening my eyes, my gaze down at her. Her golden head bobbing, her tits bouncing in time. With her face in my hands, I murmur, “Look up at me. I want you to watch me come.”
That’s what does it. When our eyes meet. Her baby blues stare up at me while her head continues to move and her hand works close to my base, and I can’t take it; it’s too much, I have to give in.
There’s no time to warn her before the first blast comes straight up from my balls and sprays the inside of her mouth. Her eyes go wider, bulging, before she starts to gag. “Swallow,” I order, still holding her gently but with force in my voice. “Swallow it all. Let it go down. Relax.” And while I speak, relief spreads through me, filling me with peace. Finally, I’m relaxed. At ease.
“Good girl.” Running my thumbs over her cheeks, I pick up what’s left of the tears that fell before. My ears are ringing, andmy head is spinning a little and damn it, I’m going to want that again. “You did a good job.”
She lets me fall from her lips and runs a hand over the back of her mouth in disgust before standing. “Can I go now? I just wanna go home.” Her chin trembles, and I really wish the sight of it didn’t flood me with fresh, boiling guilt.
“Go ahead,” I tell her, zipping my jeans. “Be my guest.”
Only she looks down at herself, then back up at me. “Like this?” She slips past me and goes out into the hall, heading straight for the bathroom across from here. Her deep, loud groan tells me what I already guessed. Her clothes are gone.
“They took my backpack, too,” she whispers, standing in the doorway. “My keys were in there. My phone.”
I sure as hell can’t make her walk home in her underwear. “Fine. I’ll drive you home.”
