Page 21 of A Harmony of Procellarum

“You were there the night he took me,” I state, bringing my mouth closer to his. We’re toxic, downright lethal, but what’s life without risks?

“I was too far away. I failed you.” Then his mouth is on mine in a bruising kiss, the pressure like a brutal promise of pain and pleasure. “I can’t make you promises because my life was promised to someone else long before you, but I can show you how I feel.”

I pant against his lips, feeling each word breathed onto the skin of my face, like a stinging breeze in the middle of winter, dangerous but exhilarating. That’s always been Squall. He comes in like a raging blizzard, covering everything in a blanket of thick frost, and leaving you numb. He’s never pretended to be anything else.

My hand snags up into his white-blond hair, and I haul him back toward the bed, needing to feel him again. He’s left an imprint on my heart and I don’t think I could ever move on from what we had. I’m just as much an addict as my mother, living with a disease I can’t control.

“Show me,” I say against his lips. “If you are helpless to free me, then show me how much I mean to you.”

“Tiny…” He grabs my face again, his icy-blue eyes piercing into mine. “I will free you.”

I no longer care about his promises. I know they are just words. He has no authority to free me because I’m being held captive by a leader who is leaps and bounds more powerful than him. What I do want is to erase what’s happened in this room, to replace it with something I can hold close on those nights I find myself alone.

I rip my shirt over my head, making him groan in appreciation before he dips forward to suck a pink, hardened nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over the peak, making me arch my back and press myself closer, but never close enough. I can feel the boundary of where I end and he begins.

His shirt meets mine on the floor and then his mouth presses to my ear, his breath raising the hairs along my arms in anticipation of the words I know will decimate me, only to restore me. “Tell me how wet you are.” His tongue snakes along my lobe. “Even here, as a captive, you’re still a whore.”

My whole body turns to liquid fire as my pussy pulses with every fucking syllable. I never knew how badly I needed to be degraded to feel wanted. I’m not ashamed of it. I crave it.

“If my hand slips down inside these panties…” His hand skims over my stomach, inching closer to my pussy. “Will I find you wet and needy like the slut you are?”

He knows he will, so I don’t bother to confirm as his hand slips down the inside of my panties. “Does that answer your question?” I can’t help but bait the monster, antagonizing a beast to bend to my will.

His teeth sink into his beautiful bottom lip, one I’ve kissed a million times. “This belongs to me, no matter how much you want to spread these legs for men on stage. It will always be mine.”

There it is, the slap in the face about my profession. It’s my passion to dance for an audience while working my body in perfect synchrony with a melody, and I know he doesn’t actually care about that, it’s right now in these moments where he’ll manipulate his slight insecurities to make me feel small. To make me feelhot.

“What else?” I ask as I drop my panties to my feet.

He crowds in against me, forcing the back of my legs to meet the mattress as his hand sinks into the hair at the back of my head and his nose lands on the column of my throat. “You smell like you’re needing a good pussy spanking.”

My knees weaken at the thought of him slapping my clit as I sob through tears of orgasmic pleasure. I buckle into him and he steps back, letting me sink to my knees, his intention clear.

SQUALL

She sinks to her knees in front of me, those hazel eyes looking up at me with vulnerability, searching for direction. I can do that. “Take me out of my pants,” I demand as her small hands land at my waistband. “Suck my cock. Girls like you know just how to do it, don’t you?”

She gives me a small nod as her cheeks bloom with a red hue, the color striking against her pale skin. Her full breasts heave as she sucks in a breath, then she’s pulling down my pants, licking her lips with anticipation. I push the thought of her being here out of my mind. There’s nothing I can do, so I won’t let this moment go to waste, but I won’t let her endure this alone. I will be vigilant, watching everything from afar.

The second her hand wraps around my cock, a groan rips from my throat and my hips jut forward, seeking the warmth of her mouth. “Suck it,” I growl down at her, gripping her blonde strands between my fingers. “Open your fucking mouth and fucking choke on it.”

She does as she’s told and her effort is admirable as she struggles to take all of me into her mouth. Her eyes glisten, the irises looking like freshly turned leaves in the fall. Whatever her mouth can’t take, her hand works with expertise. When she slows down, her jaw getting tired, I grip her head back and spit down onto her face, some of it landing on my cock. “Keep going,” I demand. She mewls, and I bet if I were to throw her on the bed right now and push open her legs, her pussy would be fucking weeping for me.

Just when I feel my balls begin to tighten, I rip my dick out of her mouth and pull her up by her hair, twisting her head so she’s looking up at me, giving me a clear picture of my spit on her face. “You’re going to get on the bed, you’re going to spread your legs, and then these pretty fingers of yours are going to pull open those pussy lips so I can see that loose hole.”

She nods again, and the second I release her, she’s scrambling up onto the mattress, her back bouncing off the cushion. She eagerly does as she’s told. Her luscious legs spread open, showing me just what my words have done to her as her pussy drips onto the mattress. This is the part of Tiny I find completely irresistible, the part I crave. I will always appreciate how responsive she is to me, and she has never judged the things I need in the bedroom.

“Spread those lips,” I tell her. I kick aside my pants and kneel on the edge of the bed as her long, pink fingernails slip into her pussy, pulling it open. “Keep it spread,” I instruct her as I grab her waist in my hands and pull her down to meet my face.

I swipe my tongue through her juices, slipping past her pussy hole up to her clit, giving it a firm circle before I bite down on the nub. She screams as her ass bucks off the bed and I grin, knowing this is just the beginning. I pay particular attention to her clit, using the tip of my tongue to work tight circles over the surface, and every now and then, nipping onto her lips with my teeth. She moans my name as her legs tighten around my head and her hands abandon the job I’ve instructed her to do, slipping into my hair to pull me in farther. I suck her into my mouth, moaning around the taste of her as her legs begin to tremble. She’s about to come and it feels like the first time all over again.

I slip two fingers deep inside her and her pussy clamps down as she detonates, her juices flowing down to the palm of my hand and her body shaking through the force of her orgasm. The tendons in her neck are tight as her head tips back, her mouth open on a silent scream. My eyes eat up every inch of her like a starved man worried about his next meal.

Dragging my mouth across her mound and up over her stomach, I dip my tongue into her belly button. She continues to shake as I scrape my chest along her sensitive skin, eliciting goosebumps along the surface. When I reach her tits, I suck a nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against that hardened peak while my hand grabs the other, giving it a firm pinch between my thumb and forefinger.

“Squall, please,” she begs, and I release her nipple with a pop as I hover my face over hers, looking down into her eyes. They widen the longer she stares at me, knowing what’s about to come. The hand that was wrapped around her tit moves between her legs and I deliver one sharp slap to her drenched pussy, the sound reverberating around the room. “Keep your mouth shut,” I warn her. “Or I’ll find something to stuff in there.”

She slowly nods as she presses her lips together, holding in any sound wanting to come out. I press my pelvis into hers, running my cock through her wet pussy and then I’m sinking deep inside her, stretching her wide as her jaw tightens and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I take my time pushing into her, watching her as she struggles to stay quiet, and the fact that she’s being so obedient makes my cock ache. I want to let loose and pound into her, moving her from heightened pleasure straight into pain, but I don’t have a lot of time.

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