Page 120 of Terror Tuesday
“Better. Suck me. And make it good. Please me and show me who owns you now.”
With hurried fingers, she lowers my waistband and grips my cock as it hardens in her warm palm. “Look into my eyes as you do this, myslut. You’remine. And I’m about to take all your worries away. So take me deep. Gag on it…”
When I shove inside, she does, the convulsions as she chokes, almost making me lose it. I hold the nape of her neck so she’s forced to look up at me. “Andstop thinking. I control those. I control everything right now. Isn’t that what you want?”
She murmurs something that sounds affirmative, and I relax enough for her to scream, “Yes!”
“Good. Then use your mouth for something useful instead of trying to tell me lies.”
I tug on her hair to bring her closer until her nose is buried against my abs, her throat clenching around the head of my cock. Every cough feels incredible. Every moan around my length sends more waves of pleasure rippling down my spine.
The gasping sounds she makes every time I draw back, then plunge in again, have me close to exploding. But she needs to come so she calms the fuck down about all of this.
I pull out and lift her onto the table. Splaying a hand on her stomach, I help her lie back, and she goes willingly. With a tightgrip under her knees, I tug her to the edge and shove inside. I’m rewarded with a guttural moan of my name. Holding her legs against my chest, I use them as leverage to plunge in deeper and deeper until she’s arching off the wood beneath her and wailing sighs of pleasure.
Before I erupt, I split her thighs open, then hook them around my hips. My hand grips her neck and lifts her off the table. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, master,” she says, barely able to speak. I apply more pressure to her throat until her eyes roll back into her head. Just as she looks as if she may faint, I release her, and she stiffens, then screams as her pussy clenches down on me, drawing my orgasm out and everything with it.
Leaning forward, I crawl onto the table while still pumping inside her gently. “Look at me, my love. My queen. My fuckingeverything.”
She does, her gaze unfocused but full of emotion.
“Whoare you appointed to?”
“You…” Her voice is shaky as she catches her breath.
“I controlled your breathing and kept you safe. I’m not going to let one fuckingthinghappen to you. Because without you,there is no me. You got that?”
Surrounding my body with her arms, she clings to me and sobs softly into my chest. I gather her up and brush her hair over her shoulder, pressing gentle kisses on her forehead.
“Shh. I got you. I love you.”
“I know,” she moans into my neck, the heat of her breath making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “I was scared.”
“You don’t have to be anymore.” I pull her back so we’re pressing our foreheads together. “But you must understand, my Monarch. You’re the scariest person in the room now.”
She snorts a laugh, and I capture the sound to relive later. “I’m serious,” I whisper. “I don’t think you understand howfragile my ego is with you.Needingyour approval. Desperate for your love. I’m not obsessed, I’m…defined by you. I don’t want to just protect you. Iexaltyou.”
I bite my lip to refrain from giving everything away. If she only knew the intensity of my feelings, maybe she could believe the words I fumble through. They aren’t enough. Not for her. She deserves more. I wish I weren’t so bad at telling her that.
If I could tell her how violently my love for her rages inside of me, I’d break what we have.
Blinking slowly, she regains her focus. “I…I’m supposed to lead anOmegacharity event today.”
“Yeah…I know. I have work to do myself,” I tell her, thinking of the paper I have due soon. “And we need to get our project finished for stats.WithoutNick.”
She shimmies her hips until I slide out of her, then straightens her dress as I pull up my pants. “Agreed,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I thought you would kill him at one point.”
“Believe me, I was restraining myself.” Every fucking time he put his arm around her, he was testing my patience. But outright murder in the library isn’t my style.
Before she goes, I throw on a coat and walk her to her car.
“Is that your bike?” she asks, spotting my Suzuki parked among the hedges so she wouldn’t see it last night.
“One of them. And a stupid idea last night in the rain. But I’ve got some cars up at the main estate. I’ll take that back to campus.”
She glances toward the far fields, where my family lives a few vineyards away. “Cars… Estate…”
