Page 33 of Compelled Obedience

I made some sound, even nodding as if agreeing, although I knew I had no choice. I was able to lift my head, spending time controlling my breathing as he unfastened his belt buckle. For some crazy reason, my mind was jerked back to when he’d tossed me over his lap, spanking me like a bad girl. He’d warned me he’d use his belt. The thought was both kinky and terrifying at the same time.

A smile curled on his lips when he finished unfastening, sliding his thumbs under the dense material. I was barely able to function normally, my vision still cloudy, but that all changed with the sight of his gorgeous, thick, throbbing cock.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” The words slipped from my lips and I snorted, now completely embarrassed at my reaction. I pressed two fingers across my mouth, shaking my head slowly from side to side. The veins on both sides of his glorious shaft were standing proud, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I hadn’t realized I’d licked my lips in appreciation until he grinned.

He shoved his jeans to his thighs, my gaze following his every move. One leg was inked, the scrolling vine pulling lust from the center of my core. I longed to trail every line and curve with the tip of my tongue. He continued to feed off my energy, sliding his hand between his legs, rolling his swollen balls between his fingers.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, realizing that within a few seconds, he would take all of me, devouring every inch. The last tiny sense of resolve tried to swim into my mind. I should stop this madness now, refuse to fall victim to my latent desires, but it was impossible. It was as if he’d already tucked me neatly into his lair. Soon, his kitten would never be able to get away.

“I can’t wait to drive my cock inside of you,” he said, the sinful words laced with even more promise.

“Uh-huh,” was all I could manage.

He advanced, the two steps another reminder that he was all predatory male. Then he planted his hands on either side of me, cocking his head as he peered into my eyes. “This is only the beginning.”

When he grabbed my thighs, jerking my bottom off the edge of the counter, I pressed one hand against his chest, pushing the other on the counter to keep me as close as possible. Just breathing in his intense scent of the forest and spices, citrus and sandalwood kept me in a drunken stupor. He shifted the crown back and forth across my sensitive bud before slipping the tip of his cock against my swollen folds. There was no pretense, no warning other than what I’d been given before he thrust the entire length inside.

My eyes filled with another splash of vibrant light as my muscles attempted to get used to the rush of euphoria, the thickness of his girth.

“Oh,” he breathed, taking a few seconds to watch as he rolled his thumb around my clit, creating even more sensitivity.

I gripped his arm, digging my fingers in as I shivered violently. He was so large the ache in my pussy was almost painful, but I never wanted him to stop.

“So tight, precious kitten. So wet.”

“Fuck me.” It was as if I didn’t have a larger vocabulary, my needs were so concentrated. He pulled out, his smile turning into a devilish smirk before plunging it inside a second time. I wrapped my legs around his thighs then clamped a hand around his shirt, pulling him down until our lips were touching.

I wanted him to do nothing but bask in the glory of our togetherness, but I could tell he was losing control, his yearning too electrified.

When he pulled out again, I arched my back even more, dragging my tongue across his lips. He crushed his mouth over mine, capturing my scream when he drove into me again. Then he became a man with insatiable need, punishing me with his cock as he fought for satisfaction. This was wild and heated and I clawed at him as he swept his tongue back and forth across mine.

Everything about this was primal, the air thick with our passion. The kiss was savage, his actions brutal and within seconds, he brought me to another powerful climax.

He thrust into me even harder as if he was telling me in no uncertain terms this was truly just the beginning. A sudden sadness rolled into my system even as the desire continued to roar like a lion.

I couldn’t risk what a relationship would do to Casey. He couldn’t handle additional loss or rejection. It wasn’t fair to him. The thought brought such a heaviness to my mind that tears threatened to form.

He seemed to sense the change in my mood, breaking the kiss. Then he pulled his head back even more, stopping his actions altogether. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

I had to lie to him. I’d been so horrible and I wasn’t going to dampen the joy and release he was offering. “I’m happy.”

The look of relief on his face was endearing, the darkness inside of him returning within seconds. Suddenly, he started to fuck me like a man possessed. Then without warning, I started begging him to fuck me even more savagely. He complied without saying a word, the sound of skin slapping against skin a beautiful if not strange aphrodisiac. The scent of our combined sex wafted into my system and I could feel the anticipation of another climax bridging the surface.

“That’s it, baby. I want you to come with me.” His voice was thick with his heightened desire, the husky sound sending another wave of vibrations dancing down my spine. Moans trickled from my mouth, escalating in volume as the heat built to a crazy precipice. I was falling off the cliff into a murky abyss. Soon I would be drowning in wanting more.

Of this.

Of him.

Of his dark commands.

When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, shifting the angle, I was gone, panting like a crazed animal. I couldn’t stop clawing at his skin, realizing I’d drawn blood on the side of his neck. I whimpered, almost longing to be a vampire, sucking his blood.

“Scream for me, precious kitten,” he commanded. “But you’re not allowed to come just yet.”

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