Page 13 of Don't Say A Word

A sob burns at the back of my throat, but I force it down. Reaching behind me, his hands rest on the cheeks of my backside.

“Warm.” He chuckles.

He tugs me forward but I resist, planting my feet firmly. Looking up at me with those blue-green eyes, he shakes his head in warning. I step forward. He rests his forehead against my stomach, drawing in a deep breath that whistles through his nostrils, inhaling me.

“You are not your own. Your body no longer belongs to you. You will do as I command.” He says it as a chant whispered against my skin. “Repeat,” he orders as his lips press to my flesh, kissing me gently, kissing me as though he means no harm.

When I don’t repeat his words, he tilts his head away and looks upward to meet my eye. “Repeat,” he says again, this time more firmly. “You are not your own.”

I swallow the knot of defiance. “I am not my own.”

His head tilts back down and his mouth moves to the dip of my waist, above my hip. His teeth graze my flesh, biting softly before dissolving into a kiss. “Your body no longer belongs to you.”

My voice wavers, the assault of his mouth on my skin far worse than the bite of the lash. “My body no longer belongs to me.”

His grip on my backside increases as he tugs me forward and bends until his mouth is level with the apex of my thighs. His eyes travel up my body hungrily.

I’m trembling. From fear, from arousal…I’m no longer sure. There is something in the way he’s looking at me that’s set my skin on fire despite the fact that moments ago I was numb with cold. I want him to toss me over his lap and spank me, press the lash to the soles of my feet, anything but look at me the way is he.

His voice is gravel, vibrating through my head and sending confused waves of longing to every cell. “You will do as I command.”

His breath dances over me and I feel myself getting wet. I beg it to stop. I want to squeeze my legs together, stop this feeling before it devastates me with shame. I swallow and close my eyes, whispering to the darkness, “I will do as you command.”

I’m confused by the emotions crashing through me. It is as though someone else, something else, has invaded my body and commanded it to crave his touch.

And then his mouth is on me, gently at first, teasing and licking. His nails dig into my backside as he buries his face between my legs. His teasing and licking turns to sucking and biting, sending bolts of desire through me.

“No,” I whimper as my body responds to his attention.

He groans, and it undoes me. It creeps up so quickly I am unable to stop it and I come quickly, pulsing against him, my hands unwillingly grabbing fistfuls of his hair as a wave of pleasure turns me to dust. I gasp. His movements slow, the sucking returning to licking, my body still throbbing. I push against his shoulders, pleading with him to stop.

He releases me and I stumble backward, scrambling across the ground until I reach the corner, pulling my knees to my chest and hugging them tightly.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on mine, and gets to his feet. The outline of his erection is no longer faint. It strains heavily against his jeans but he does not come toward me.

“You may ask another question.” There is no hint of desire in his voice. Nothing to speak of what he just did.

I remain with my arms wrapped around my knees, my eyes locked on the concrete floor. He waits a moment, maybe two, but I don’t move. I don’t lift my eyes to his. And I don’t ask any questions.

CHAPTER SEVEN

MIA

Every time I think of it, nausea twists in my gut. But despite that sick feeling, I can’t stop.

The way his eyes locked on mine before he lowered his head.

The feel of his tongue.

The way my fingers threaded through his hair.

The gasp that escaped.

The convulsing of my body.

How could it betray me like that? How could I possibly find anything about my situation pleasurable? But I did. And it shames me.

Even though the water is still cold, I step under the stream again, determined to wash him from my body. Wash away my betrayal. But it isn’t as easy as rinsing it away because the memory is still there, trapped in my head.

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