Page 65 of Compelled Obedience

“I’m going to continue your training tonight, baby girl. Do you think you can handle that?”

The question wasn’t meant to be answered but understood. He was taking what he believed belonged to him and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm… Excellent. You’re learning very quickly. I’m so proud of you.”

Another thrill tickled my core. I closed my eyes, and he pressed his lips against one eyelid then the other, yanking on my ponytail again until my face was pointed at the ceiling. The way he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other was scintillating. Then he nipped and sucked on my lower lip, biting down with enough force I was certain I would taste blood.

He continued his exploration, rolling his lips to my neck, biting down on the base of my ear. Then he whispered words that would forever send shivers down my spine. “I’m going to take every hole tonight. I’m going to feast on your sweet pussy. Then I’ll make certain you learn what your mouth should be used for. After that, I’ll take your tight channel, driving my cock deep into your womb. Then I’ll claim your sweet asshole, my perfect kitten. Hear me, my good girl. No man will ever touch you again.”

Shuddering audibly, stars floated in front of my eyes and blinking didn’t help ease the fog. He had a way of exciting every part of me, yanking out the darkness that I’d craved but feared my entire adult life.

As he nipped and licked down to my collarbone, using his teeth to jerk the sequined material of my top aside, I heard the slight ripping sound and mewed. I couldn’t care less about the costume. I longed to have our heated bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one.

Maybe I wanted the fairytale after all.

Grant was forceful, determined, the rough feel of his tongue against my heated skin keeping me lightheaded. I could no longer focus and cinched my eyes shut, enjoying the dazzling sensations as they tore through me. Everything about this moment was close to being perfect, although I prayed the little man wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

When he exposed my breast, I issued a single moan, digging my fingers into his arms. I couldn’t help myself, wrapping my leg around his thigh, arching my back and shifting my hips back and forth.

The way he flicked his tongue back and forth sent a shower of tingling current into every muscle. He took his time, pulling my tender bud between his teeth, sucking until I laughed nervously. Just the guttural sounds coming from the man was enough to keep me fully aroused, the animal inside of him more primal than before.

He pressed his throbbing cock against my stomach and I bit back another scattered moan, fearful I’d awaken Casey. This was my little secret. Adult time had never had such a sinful and delicious meaning. But when he bit down on my tender tissue, it was all I could take not to let out a high-pitched scream, not from the pain but from the surprise.

Chuckling darkly, he took his time before rubbing his lips across my chest, using his hand to free my breast. Then he lifted his head, his hot breath cascading across my neck and chin. “Do you enjoy pain, Kerri, the flash of endorphins as they explode inside your body?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” As if to prove a point, he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling while I bit the inside of my cheek. “Does it excite you to think I can supply you with everything you need? Anguish. Ecstasy. I can allow you to surrender fully without fear of being used. Does that turn you on?”

“Uh-huh.”

He continued the pressure until my legs were shaking. Then he replaced his fingers with his wet mouth, soothing the ache. I’d never allowed myself to fall into pleasure except with this man. I’d always been on guard, expecting the worst. I’d been called frigid, the ice queen more than once. The men had been right. I hadn’t been able to relax.

But with Grant, everything was different. I was awake yet in a dream state, the tension that always hindered me from enjoying the moment his lips touched mine. Maybe I was more comfortable because he was older, or maybe it was because around him I not only felt protected but also like a queen. I was finished with analyzing, my heart racing as he awakened every one of my senses.

When he lifted his head a couple of minutes later, I lowered mine until our lips were almost touching again. The dim lighting couldn’t hide the sparkle in his eyes, the intensity of his need spilling across his dark expression. He had only one thing in mind.

Devouring me.

He lifted me into his arms again, pulling my legs around his. Then he headed instinctively toward the bedroom, taking a quick glance at Casey’s open door before going inside and closing it with a soft click. When he eased me onto the floor, I clung to him, wanting this moment to last forever. He took his time brushing his knuckles under my chin before pulling away, his grin laced with acknowledgement of what he was going to do to me.

Then he jerked his shirt off by the collar, slowly pitching it to the side, his eyes never leaving mine. Without hesitation, he moved toward my dresser, slowly opening the first drawer.

I reached out, words to stop him on the tip of my tongue. Then I curled my fingers, curious as to what he was doing. One drawer after another, he peered inside, reaching to the back then removing his hand. It was obvious by the expression on his face he wasn’t satisfied. His search continued, which pushed my heartrate higher, the dull thudding echoing in my ears. When he crouched down, opening the last drawer, I sucked in my breath.

He heard the slight moan slipping past my lips and turned his head ever so slowly. The twinkle in his eyes remained, even more mischievous as if he’d discovered a secret. As soon as he stuck his hand inside under the carefully folded tee shirts, I chewed on my bottom lip, nervous like a kitty cat.

Another chuckle left his sensuous mouth, and I was mortified when he pulled the object he’d discovered into the light.

My vibrator, an expensive wand massager, the only sensual joy I’d allowed myself for over two years.

As he stood, he flicked the on and off button a few times, allowing the whirring sound to fill the air between us.

“A wonderful method of providing pleasure. But only for good little girls. I don’t think you qualify as that right now. Do you, my sweet girl?”

Was he kidding me? His challenge was offered with a smile and a full ten seconds of the vibrator being allowed to hum. Swallowing, I glanced away, embarrassed at the find as well the fact I knew he was right. I’d lied to him more than once. Still, I couldn’t find my voice. Me, the girl who had a comeback for everything.

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