Page 131 of Unorthodox
I reach up one hand to press against his hip, but he slaps it away. “I know you can take it, love,” he says softly, fingers cradling the back of my head as he pushes deeper.
I try to breathe through my nose, and just when I start to feel panicky, he pulls out, letting me catch my breath.
“Look at you taste yourself on me, baby girl,” he says with admiration as he stares down at me. “Who do you belong to?”
I open my mouth to tell him what he wants to hear, but he pushes his cock back into my mouth before I can say anything. Not as far as before, but still deep.
“Me,”he answers his own question. “You belong to me. Now make me believe it, love. Make me believe you’re mine.”
But I’m not.
And I want him to make me do it.
I want him to force me, because otherwise, I’ll hate myself for it. Even after what I just let him do, it was allhim.This feels different. Like I should fight it.
I push away, against his hand on my head. My own hands are on my thighs, but still, I angle my head away from him, fighting him, just a little.
He laughs, fingers tightening against my hair as he forces me closer. “You like fighting me?”
I meet his gaze, see the smile in his eyes.
“Answer me, pretty girl.”
I bite my lip, feel my face warm all over again. “Yes,Daddy.”
He tips his head back and groans, “Fuck,”before he dips his chin and pushes himself back into my open mouth, as far back as he can.
We continue like this, me pretending not to want it, and hating that I do. Him not giving a fuck how I feel about it either way.
And when he slows and my lips are swollen, my throat sore, I feel him tighten in my mouth and he finishes, dragging his cock out slowly so his cum coats my tongue.
When he’s done, he pulls out of me, leans down and catches my chin between his thumb and his forefinger, tipping my head up.
“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”
I do, feeling my face heat as he inspects me.
“Swallow it.”
I do that too.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it, love?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer him. Instead, he lets go of me, then offers me his hand.
Warily, I take it, thinking something bad is coming now that he’s gotten what he wanted.
But he just pulls me up, toward him.
“Dominance isn’t all about pain and humiliation, Addison,” he whispers in my ear, holding me close to him. “Sometimes it’s about pulling you to your feet after you’ve gotten down on your knees. It’s give and take. Don’t let anyone teach you otherwise.”
With those words, he pulls away, gestures to the bed. “Lie down.”
I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth, then do as he said, conflicting thoughts rushing through my head. Shame and pleasure and exhaustion settle over me as he covers my body, and I turn to face the wall.
He lies next to me, one arm around me, and together, we fall asleep.
At least for a little while.
It’san interesting thing when the predator becomes the prey.
