Page 49 of Frenzy
I flexed my hands, trying to get a grip on my control, but there was nothing. He was right. I needed this, and the Goddess forgive me, I needed to make him hurt.
“Safe word?”
He looked up into my eyes. “Cupcake.”
It was like a blow to the gut, but I nodded. “Get in the shower, Puppy.”
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Dominic
Ifelt like I was gasping for breath underwater and Courtland was my only lifeline. “Get in the shower, Puppy,” he growled, and I was on my feet getting undressed before he’d even finished the sentence. Yes. I needed this. I needed someone to take control of this chaos that whirled through my body for just a moment.
I stood in the doorway of the shower, letting my eyes take in the long lines of his back, the hard muscles and the scars. I already knew each one of those scars intimately. Been there when he’d been shot, causing that puckered exit wound in his shoulder. Stitched up the big gash that wrapped around his hip from a machete in a deal gone bad.
I knew those wounds like they were my own, sometimes being the one holding his blood in his body until we could get to a healer. We were tied by that blood and so much love, even back then. It felt like we were an inevitability.
“On your knees,” he grunted, still not facing me, but I fell to the tiles with a thud. It put me about ass height, and Courtland had a great ass.
“Yes, Prince.”
He growled low in his chest and when he turned, his dick was hard and he had his hand wrapped around its length. I ached to reach out and grab it in my own tattooed hand, see the inked darkness wrapped around his golden skin. But that wasn’t how this worked. I had to wait patiently for his request.
“Open your mouth for me, Puppy. I want to fuck those pouty lips.” My dick pulsed, and I pushed up on my thighs, reaching for his dick eagerly. I ran my tongue up the underside, and he groaned, his head falling back against the tiles.
The need to please him had me desperate to get him in my mouth, and I sucked him down. He was big, the tight ring of muscle around the base of his cock that would inflate into his knot bumped eagerly against my lips, as he grabbed at my head so he could fuck my face.
And I fucking loved it. Like I was finally serving my purpose.
He grunted as his cock hit the back of my throat, his chin dropping to his chest so he could watch me take his dick. “Do you like that? Do you like eating my dick, Puppy?”
I smirked, humming my agreement, making him groan and thrust faster. Yeah, I knew a few tricks too. I rolled his sac in my hand, and I felt them pull up. Oh yeah, ya boy had moves.
Suddenly, he wrenched his dick from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. Pressing me chest first into the wall, he ran his hand down my body like he owned it. Which he did. Hell, he owned more than my body—he owned my soul as well.
He tugged my hands up to the wall, pressing them far above my head. “Keep them here. They come down, I stop.”
He gripped my cock, giving it a firm tug, and it basically leapt into his hand like the Puppy he said I was. Fuck me, I would keep my hands up until they fell off if he kept touching me like that.
His other hand dropped down to the firm muscles of my ass, squeezing my glutes with a hum of approval. Then I felt his fingers nudging at my ass, and I rested my head against the tiles as they pushed inside.
Fuck. I wanted to come all over his hand already, as he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me out, stroking my prostate until I was growling low with pleasure. Then his fingers were gone, replaced with his cock head. He must have soaped up his hand at some point, because his cock slid into me easily, and I groaned so loudly it echoed around the shower stall. My hands dropped an inch and Courtland growled, stopping his slow, shallow thrusts.
“What did I say, Puppy?” he growled, his hand coming up to grip my throat. “Keep your hands up.” He didn’t let go of my throat as he fucked me then, squeezing tighter as his other hand stroked my dick and he fucked me into the shower tiles.
My arms shook but I wouldn’t drop them until he asked. Not if it meant he’d stop. My orgasm fucking exploded out of me in ropes of cum, getting all over the shower wall and Prince’s hand. He loosened his fingers on my throat, dropping them to my hips so he could pound into me, and it took all my strength not to go weak in the knees when he came on a roar, dragging his dick out before he knotted me.
He collapsed against me, his entire body bracketing mine as the water washed away the remnants of our fuck. He buried his face in my neck, biting hard but not breaking the skin. “I fucking love you, Dominic. You know that, right?”
My whole body froze, but eventually I relaxed back into his arms. “Love you too, Prince.”
He ran his hands over my abs, then pulled away. “Come, Puppy.” He stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist before holding one out for me too. “One day soon, I am going to spend all day torturing you with pleasure until you are begging for release, but not today. Right now, our girl is lying in bed alone and I need to go be with her.”
Small lines around his eyes showed the strain he was under, and I hated that. I ushered him toward the bedroom, dragging a pair of sleep shorts out of his top drawer. “I’ll go sit with Bonnie, Court. You need your rest. You can’t protect us all if you’re running on fumes.”
He looked like he was going to protest so I threw the sleep shorts at his head, and smacked him fair in the face. His low growl sent a thrill of excitement, touched with primordial fear, through my veins.
He leapt toward me, grabbing me up in his arms. “Fucking brat.”
