Page 58 of Five to Love Him
“Ow!”
“This is what you get for being a potty mouth wrapped in a silk tie, sweetie.” He slapped me once more, and then a third time. “Quiet. Your secretary might hear. That hive could break down this door, so keep your mouth shut.”
“Remove your hand!”
“Nah. Not yet.”
I endured for the next few minutes as Conrad punished me, apparently enjoying this unfair treatment when it was he who deserved the reprimand, so much more forceful than this. My teeth, too sharp for this kind of thing, broke the skin of my lips as I clamped them shut, and when Conrad inevitably smelled the blood, he stopped his ministrations, pulled my head back by my hair.
“Remove your ruffian hands from my hair!”
“Don’t tell me what to do and open wide.”
“Not for the likes of y—”
Conrad, ever faster than I gave him credit for, pushed his first two fingers in my mouth to prop it open after which he licked the tiny cuts I’d made, my tormented behind exposed to the cool air and forgotten like the mummies in Egypt’s desert.
He tasted exquisite as ever, a treat I readily enjoyed, a treat I knew how to improve.
“Ah! Fuck, you biting me now?” he asked. I’d dug my teeth into his fingers, just fair, the minimum of what he deserved. It gave me a stronger taste of him, filling my mouth and overwhelming my senses for moments.
“Aah…”
“Fine. Lap it up, Farr. Don’t you dare spill my blood.”
He let me have my way, although I really wasn’t interested in biting and drinking. It was when he pulled his fingers free and pushed his knee between my legs that I realized my slight miscalculation.
Conrad shoved his spit-slick fingers that were streaked with his own blood between my cheeks and pushed right into me with those mangled digits that had surely healed by now.
“No, do not continue this. This is your final warning, Conrad. Unhand me, and I might yet forgive this misbehavior.”
I shivered, my fingertips pressing against the door. Conrad knew my hole too well, could find all the places inside that brought too much pleasure to the senses. He had not taken very long at all to map these hidden parts of me, and more often than not, I felt at a disadvantage in the face of his navigator skills. It was something I enjoyed.
“I know you prefer lube over spit, and this really isn’t all that much to get you slick, but I’ve been thinking about making you take me dry, sweetie. Let’s call this a compromise, okay?”
“You jest. There is no part of this that I-I agree to, that I allow. Withdraw and beg for my mercy.”
My voice petered out into a low keening. Conrad wouldn’t keep his fingers still.
“Mercy? That so? You know what I think? I think you’re a rich little vampire with a filthy mind, and in your filthy mind, you imagine this kind of thing all day long, and when you get bored, you remember how to use your phone and call me over to fuck you so hard you forget your station in life for the duration of the orgasm. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Of course you’re wrong, you bag of cow piss!”
“Oh? Why’d anyone want to put cow’s piss in a bag, huh?”
“Shut your mouth and do what you are here to do.”
He chuckled. “What, calling me your booty call now?”
“A proper booty call would be a thousand times better than this. I detest you.”
“Sounds like you’re about ready to take cock.”
He pulled his fingers free, my hole and channel barely slick, but his mind was set on taking me in this manner, and short of ending the encounter prematurely and without satisfaction, there was nothing I could do about it. My spine tingled with anticipation.
“I’m warning you, you gutter scum! Step back right this moment.”
Like a shiver running over my mind, Conrad’s zipper opened, and I heard the rustling of fabric momentarily before I felt his member rigid and ready to fill me.
