Page 33 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

His facial expression morphs into something devious. I think I just asked the million-dollar question. “Your obedience.”

“Is that all?” I quip.

“For now.” He hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me toward him so a portion of my ass is hanging off the edge of the desk. He never takes those devious eyes off me as he slowly inches his face closer and closer to the center of my splayed legs. I brace myself, but the connection never comes. He halts his mouth a breath away from my glistening pussy. What is he doing?

I don’t move a muscle, anticipating his next move. Waiting until my impatience grows like a pestering weed, blanketing my entire body.

Men have tortured me before but never like this. Never in a way that twisted my desire in a titillating direction. What is he waiting for? He wants to prove himself so badly. He wants to make me come and actually like it? Do it already.

Then I realize. He’s waiting for me. He wants me to ask for it. Beg for it. He wants to know that I’m in this for real. As skeptical as I am of his intentions, I’m also curious. Does he just talk a good game or is he the real deal?

He wants a submissive? I can be that. I was trained by the most ruthless man on the planet. Submission was implanted into my bones. But I don’t know if I can be more than that. If I can give more than that. If I can just let go and hand over my pleasure on a silver platter. That seems impossible. I have relied on myself for so long, I’m not sure how to rely on another. How to let go of that control.

Our eyes lock as I deliberate. It seems he’s content to wait forever, just dangling whatever he has to offer like a carrot on a stick.

There’s something about him, though. Something calming. Something alluring. Something undeniably seductive.

Trust him.

I can’t trust anyone. It’s too dangerous.

Jett blows on my clit again, and I feel the arousing sensation splinter across every boundary. I drop my head and arch my back. An unexpected feeling of impunity rolling over my exposed limbs.

Why does that simple gesture affect me so? Why do I like it so much? Why do I want more?

“Jett,” I sigh unconsciously, as if a plea, not even realizing his name escaped my lips. But my simple supplication is all it takes to spark him on. I nearly catapult off the desk the moment hot flesh connects with hot flesh. Something inside me ignites as Jett unleashes every wicked thing reflected in his eyes. My fears come screaming to life as I’m sucked into a brave new world of desire.

I gasp as his tongue explores, rolling and sliding and flattening over my hot, pink, buzzing bundle of nerves.

I don’t recognize myself or the reaction my body is having. The want spreading through every extremity. I try to spread my legs wider, coax him closer, gain more pressure, but I’m trapped.

“Ohhh,” my cries ring out as he buries his face between my legs and gorges on my pussy like it’s his all-time favorite sweet treat. His indulgent moans are as deafening as mine. The vibrations from his mouth and his insistent tongue send me to my safest place. I drift into the darkness, escaping my past and disconnecting from the present so I can find my release.

“You’re going to make me come.” I jerk in his iron grasp as butterflies do revolutions in my lower belly. I’ve never declared that to a man and actually meant it, but here I am, flying freely, handing Jett something I thought I could never give anyone. The lashes of his tongue get harder and faster over my stinging clit, as I bolt toward my breaking point.

“Make me come, oh god, make me come.” I grab two fistfuls of his hair and hold on for dear life. Who is this woman I’ve become? Sincerely begging a man for pleasure? For release? Chasing after an orgasm I didn’t initiate. One I didn’t have to fight for or hide. The whole experience is soillicit.

“Jett, I need more,” I exclaim. Just a touch more pressure and I’ll be soaring.

With a nip of his teeth and a breach of his finger, my insides snap. My muscles seize, my breath catches, and my thighs quiver as an orgasm of epic proportions thunders through me.

My head swims as I recover from the eruption. I wouldn’t believe it to be true, but that is the second time this man has taken me to a place beyond my own reality.

With my hands still gripped tightly in his hair, he lifts his head, breathing as wildly as a rabid animal. His eyes are ferocious, and his body is tense as he licks the remnants of my climax from his swollen lips. There’s pure dominance flowing through him. He’s a completely different man. Dr. Jekyll just transformed into Mr. Hyde. My breathing speeds up to the pace of his as he devours me with a bloodthirsty stare.

Stealthily, he opens and closes one of the desk drawers, producing a little gold foil packet. He holds it up. No direction, no instruction. I take it like I know I should, pull him closer by the waist of his pants and proceed to unleash the bulge beneath his zipper, deadlier than a loaded weapon.

I sheath his pierced erection and sweat from the memory of those two little balls massaging my inner pelvic walls.

Jett loses his shirt, and I get my first clear look at his entire physique. Perfected physique. Is it possible to expire from just the sheer sight of a man? Because Jett should be put on a pedestal and admired in a museum. Like Adonis. No, notlike, heisAdonis. An immaculately sculpted body with a magnificent face to match.

Boldly, I reach out and touch his chest, tracing my fingertips over the intricate detail of his brightly colored tattoo. It looks like a wave is crashing over his shoulder onto his right pec. He snatches my hand just as I brush over the ring pierced through his nipple. “Enough.”

I try to pull my hand back, chastised, but he keeps a firm grip. “I like when you touch me. And you can explore my entire body later, with your fingers, with your tongue, with whatever the fuck you want, but right now”—he pulls my T-shirt off—“I want these hands”—he binds my wrists with the material, tightly—“right here.” He drapes my arms around his neck before leaning forward and bracing himself on the desk. Leaving me dangling from his body. “Bring your feet up and spread your legs as wide as you can.”

I draw my legs up, anchoring my heels on the edge of the wooden desk as wide as they will go. Jett groans. “Perfect.” He rubs his erection through my soaked slit. “So fucking perfect.” He lines up the head then drills his cock so deep and so hard he lifts my hips right off the desk, causing me to cry out.

“God, that sound.” He punches his pelvis again and again, hitting me in my very center, inducing the same high-pitched sound. I squeeze him tight, like I’m conditioned to do, as our hips continuously collide from the force of his hammering cock. “Kiss me,” he orders in a raspy voice right before his tongue invades my mouth. I open wide, yielding to his demand, to his body and our physical connection.

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