Page 65 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
“What?” I gasped, “are” my eyes slammed tight, “you” my thighs clenched around his hand, “doing?”
“Helping you learn to let go,” he whispered. “I’m in control now.”
“I—”
His hand moved from my breast and clapped over my mouth as the tornado of sensation continued inside my pussy. It felt like he had more fingers than hisanatomy would allow, inside me, playing with my clit, pinching my nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, and yet I wanted it to continue. I looked down, and there weremorehands. They were all over me. Two held my legs open while one continued working my pussy and the other two played with my breasts.
Holy shit!
“You talk too much.” Raymond's voice dripped with a dangerous playfulness.
When he moved his hand from my mouth, what felt like a piece of tape remained. It stopped me from talking.
I know damn well he didn’t just gag me!
As soon as I thought about it, the plants in the bathroom responded. The vine plant, one of my favorites, burst from its planter. I cringed at the sound of shattered clay hitting the bathroom floor but couldn’t dwell on it for too long, because Raymond continued despite the attack. The vines shot out to grab him, but just as he had before, he phased into that smokey appearance, and the attack moved through him.
Still, those extra hands worked on me, but the one between my legs vanished.
“Call them off.” Raymond shimmered into view, his form almost invisible save for the serious expression etched onto his face. He meant business.
But I hadn’t been called a control freak for most of my life for no reason. I looked him in the eye, smiling defiantly beneath the shadow gag, shaking my head no.
He phased into smoke again before he reappeared in the tub, naked. “Jericha, call them off.”
Again, I refused, and the surrounding plants grew more irate. The eucalyptus that hung in the shower spilled out and slapped the back of his head.
“Well, now you’re going to be punished.”
He vanished, and I felt it between my legs—fingers, no, a tongue. I looked down, and I could see nothing but his head, locs floating in the water, and those extra hands holding my legs apart to give him better access.
Holy shit!
The plants hesitated as my annoyance turned to pleasure. They pulled back as Raymond ate my pussy underwater and never came up for air. I just knew after the first orgasm, he would stop, but he didn’t. My pulse raced, sweat forming on my forehead, and I fought to catch my breath as he swallowed my orgasm and kept on eating.
The second came quickly, the third he had to work for, and the fourth left my legs feeling like jelly as two more hands appeared, lifting them higher in the air. Two more appeared under my arms to keep me from slipping under the water.
“Damnit!” I cried out the moment the shadow gag vanished. “I’m sorry. Please, I can’t.” I tried to speak, but the air felt like a stripper teasing me with peeks of the good stuff, giving me moments of clarity then snatching it away.
I tried to grab his head, push him away before he pushed me to a painful fifth orgasm, but I couldn’t. He was still smokey, and I was still in trouble, apology or not. I tried my best to avoid it, but it was no use; I came again so hard, I slapped the water, sending it all over the bathroom floor.
“I called them off!” I shouted, hoping it would be enough to stop him.
He lifted his head from the water as the rest of his body, naked and powerful, appeared beneath him. After a quick glance around the bathroom, making sure the plants were truly behaving, he smiled at me and licked his lips. “You taste like green tea and resilience.”
“You’re sick.” I huffed as I grabbed the edge of the tub, trying to keep myself upright. All his extra hands had already vanished.
“And you’re a brat.” He leaned forward, bracing himself on the tub as he invaded my space. “Out there, in the world, you can be as strong as you want, Jericha. Take down the largest beast, and I'll be there to root for you. Sign as many contracts as you want, and I will round up all the men you need to make it happen. But when it’s just you and me, drop the weight. Let me hold it. I got this, and I got you.”
I stared at him, his words causing a building pressure in my chest. It wasn’t panic, it was fear; discomfort caused by how much it terrified me to think of anyone being there for me the way he’d so passionately described. How did I respond? The only way I knew how: total avoidance!
“Can I finish my bath in peace?” My voice trembled, betraying my hope of appearing unaffected. “The water is getting cold.”
“You want me to leave?” he challenged me, inching close enough to kiss me. “Say the words, and I’ll go.”
“I—” My eyes dropped to his lips, and the hope he would move in closer sparked a tingling in my stomach.
“Hesitation.” He raised a brow, slowly pulling back from me. “Careful, Jericha. Your mask is slipping.”
