Page 46 of Bound By Pain
Rolling her eyes, she finally moves to stand where I asked her to. I let my eyes trail up her body, soaking in the delicious curve of her waist in her long skirt. When I finally raise them to look at her face, she has her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Tapping my thigh three times will act as your safe word.”
Her brows pinch, head tilting slightly and showing off the top of Ridley’s mark on her neck. I wait for the spark of jealousy my brain has convinced me I should feel, but it never comes. If anything, I am relieved one of her mates has claimed her. Protecting her will be easier with that connection between them.
“You regularly push me away and refuse to become a part of my pack, yet you call me here to get your dick wet?”
Growling, I push to my feet and wrap one hand around her throat, squeezing in warning. “No,Omega, I did not call you in here toget my dick wet. My cock stretching your tight little pussy isn’t what you need, and we both know it.”
“And what do I need,Alpha?”
“To surrender.” Her lips part, a soft breath accompanying the needy sound she tries to swallow. “You need to give up control. To have your mind shut off.”
“I-” She trails off, interest shining in her eyes, but also a wariness I know I have caused. She is afraid I will push her away again.
“My actions were never meant to hurt you. The opposite, in fact. I was trying to protect you from my selfishness. There is more to the story, something I will explain, but not right now. Not when you are overwhelmed by your senses and pushing yourself to overcome new fears.”
Brushing my thumb along her jaw, I lean in closer, my lips brushing against hers as I stare deeply into the midnight galaxy swirling in her eyes.
“Yes or no, Sabine. If you consent, I am going to use your bratty mouth for my pleasure while refusing your own.”
I can feel her swallow beneath my palm. A motion I want to recreate with my cock buried in her throat.
“Yes,” she whispers.
With a smirk once again plastered on my face, I lean in close to ear and whisper the words I know are her kryptonite. “Good girl.”
I let her go, and sink down onto my seat, legs spread wide to accommodate her. “On your knees.”
She complies, sinking slowly to the hardwood.
“Take out my cock,” I instruct her, leaning back in my chair so she can unbuckle my belt. Her fingers work quickly, unclasping the leather and dragging my zipper down. She silently requests I lift my hips before working my slacks down to my thighs.
A single finger traces the vein along the underside, swiping the bead of pre-cum gathered on my tip. When she goes to pop it into her mouth, I catch her forearm.
“If you want to taste me, you will do so from the source. Place your hands behind your back. Only move them if you need me to pause or stop.”
A crease forms near her eyes, a sign she is contemplating saying something mouthy. To save her the trouble, I grab a handful of her curls and guide her mouth to my tip. Her nostrils flare when the potency of my scent invades her senses, tongue darting out to lap the steady stream of pre-cum leaking down my length.
I urge her forward, slipping into the warmth of her mouth. It’s exquisite torture to slowly guide her lips to brush against my knot. My pace is unhurried. This scene isn’t about chasing my release, as tempting as the thought may be. This is me caring for my Omega in a way only I can.
Another several bobs of her head, and I still her, moving my free hand to clasp her throat. I can feel myself inside her, and it’s so erotic I nearly burst across her tongue.
All sense of time dissipates from my mind as Bea sucks my cock. Each pass of her tongue and contraction of her throat muscles pulls me deeper. To have her trust me to control her body, to grant or deny her breath, is a heady feeling.
The truth is, I haven’t earned her trust. Not after I repeatedly instinctively lashed out at her. An error I will work tirelessly to correct.
When Bea shifts restlessly, I quicken my pace, cock hitting the back of her throat with more force. Watching her muscles relax, a hazy, blissful look entering her eyes, tells me my efforts have been successful.
I don’t relent, not yet. She needs to fully relinquish her control, letting her mind float adrift on the dark waves ofsubspace. Otherwise, her worries and racing thoughts will rush back in the moment we separate.
She moves eagerly, tongue exploring the underside of my cock with each bob of her head. Only when she is completely lax, melted against my calves and thighs, do I push myself to completion.
Fire rushes through my spine, and my balls draw up, release only moments away. Staring into her eyes, I guide her farther down my length, stretching her lips obscenely as my knot slips inside of her mouth.
“Fucking Fates, Bea,” I groan, eyes never leaving hers as I come undone. “Swallow. Every last drop. It all belongs to you.”
My chest heaves, knot releasing quickly since she is not in heat. The mixture of saliva and cum that connects her lips to my tip makes my cock jerk, tiny spurts of release dripping onto my chair.
