Page 40 of That Sik Luv

“Yes,” I whisper, then close my eyes tightly, hating everything about how I’m feeling in his presence.

I’m weak. Allowing him to control me. I fight the men in the room beneath us for this very freedom I’m so willingly giving Aero. Regrets will come. Many of them.

His eyes narrow, and I can practically see his satisfied grin beneath the mask. He talks slowly as he threads the end of the belt through the buckle, effectively closing the belt around my neck. “That’s my good...sweet...obedient girl.”

Something of a whimper leaves my throat at his praise as he tightens the belt through the buckle until it’s snug around my throat. I can’t even absorb what I’m feeling at the moment. My body ignites with sexual desire coated in fear, blending so effortlessly together. I forget which I’m supposed to feel as the familiar fog encapsulates me yet again.

“Pull your straps down and expose yourself to me,” he commands, with a confidence I’ve never dreamed of owning, pulling the tail of the belt forward until I’m up on my knees.

The tightening sends that familiar twisting in my stomach again. A hunger is forming. I can feel it at the base of my throat.

Reaching up, I pull the straps to the gown down over my shoulders, letting my breasts hold the material up. Aero reaches down, gripping the material near the middle of my chest and pulls it down. The move exposes my breasts, the cool air of the room causing my nipples to harden. I grit my teeth, closing my eyes, feeling entirely too uncovered and exposed.

His chest expands and contracts faster than before and a low rumble leaves his throat. He reaches his hand out and gently cups the base of my hanging breast, lifting it slightly while running his thumb over the pebbled nipple before dropping it and allowing it to bounce before him.

I can’t deny the pleasure that stems from the sensitive touch of his rough, large hands on my body. I lick my lips before I feel the quick sting of his hand slapping my breast, causing it to sway. A moan escapes me, and I flinch at the sharp pain that creates a heat wave, traveling deep between my thighs. He gingerly cups me again.

“You weren’t created this beautiful for nothing, Briony,” he whispers, rolling my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me.” He groans as he twists my nipple roughly, causing me to suck in air. “The devil’s tainted little angel.”

His words make me dizzy with a sick desire swirling around me.

“Now beg to please me,” he continues, rolling the end of the belt around his wrist once before gripping the base near my throat, pulling me tighter towards him. “I need to hear you beg for my cock in your hungry little mouth.”

My eyes widen. No one has ever talked this way to me before, nor have I heard words like this expressed. Every part is vile and disturbing, so much so that I want to bathe in the filth of it just to appease him.

“Please.” I flutter my lashes, feeling the belt tighten around my throat as I talk.

He runs his hand over his pants, palming the imprint of his erection. “Please what?”

I squint my eyes, unable to speak the crude words.

“They’re just words, Briony,” he whispers, reaching forward and trailing the back of two of his fingers down the side of my face. “There’s freedom in complete expression.”

Freedom. Freedom I’ve been craving.

“Please let me wrap my mouth around it,” I whisper, feeling entirely foolish.

“Around what?” he asks sharply, pushing.

I swallow and feel the constricting flow of my throat under the belt.

“Your cock,” I whisper breathlessly.

The word earns a dark, haughty laugh from beneath the iron-clad mask. The devilish laugh of a man who’s set to own me. Freeing me from my chains by placing new ones around me.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter twenty-two

Baptize

I’mfindingthatpushingsweet, innocent Briony past the limits of her moral being is intoxicating.

Seeing her bare before me, her breasts full and heavy, released from the soft, silk dress, uttering words from her mouth so vile to her in a past life, is utterly thrilling.

Fuck, I’m harder than ever before, waiting to torment her in all the ways I’ve dreamed. All the ways I’ve imagined while watching her sleep so peacefully on that bed beneath me.

Those nights I gripped my cock, squeezing it hard to mimic the pain of taking someone so pure and untouched. Those nights are over. Briony will learn what it is to know her body. She’ll learn what it is to embrace her sensuality, her sexuality. She’ll learn how to take me in all the ways I need, satisfying each other until we’re both utterly used and entirely spent.

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