Page 19 of Resistant

“Knox, I didn’t know you cared.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls his phone from his jeans pocket. I hear a ping from my nightstand.

“Really, you are renegotiating terms through the app. I’m sitting right here.”

“We have to do this through the app.”

I huff and grab my phone. He has sent me the menu with several checked items: naked, sex with no condom, light bondage, and receiving oral sex. I stare at the message. I do not want to be on the receiving end of oral sex. It’s too intimate. I uncheck oral sex and send it back.

Ping. I look down and oral sex is checked again. I stare at the screen for several moments. This is so awkward because he’s right in front of me. I can feel him staring at my face. I finally look at him.

“Why? You can understand why I don’t want that, right?”

“I don’t care what you want, Brynn.”

I look back down at my screen. I’ve already given up so much, what’s one more thing? This will be my last night. I won’t have to do this again.

C’mon Brynn, put on your big girl panties.

The kids and I will get out tomorrow.

“Okay.”

I confirm the menu items in the app and I hear the slight vibration from his phone. I’m suddenly uncomfortable and unsure of myself.

“Stand up and strip for me.”

The timber of his voice is deep. I do as he says. He watches me slowly undress. His expression is feral.

“Lay down on the bed Brynn.”

As I get settled, he hovers over me. He loosely ties my wrists together with my t-shirt. His fingers trail down my ribs and stop at my hips. He makes a disgusted sound and gentles his fingers when he sees the bruising there. I swallow, I feel sick. I chant to myself in my head.It’s going to be okay; it’s going to be okay. I squeeze my eyes closed tightly and grip the blanket beneath me in my fists.

I feel his palms press my thighs apart and I feel his breath right over my clit. I try to squirm away, but he wraps his arms around my thighs and holds me still.

His lips press against me, and I turn my head away so he can’t see my face. I try not to utter a sound. His tongue sweeps over my pussy from my channel to my clit and he sucks gently. I shiver.

I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I breathe deep and think of my meadow, the sun shining on my face, the smell of cut grass tickling my nose. Knox and his talented tongue slip away from the forefront of my mind until I don’t even notice him anymore. I reach and pick a daisy to start a new chain.

I’m startled when he smacks my flank hard with the flat of his hand. The sting of it forces my eyes open. My mouth gapes and I stare into his eyes. His expression is fierce, and I feel the vibration of a growl in his chest.

“No, Brynn, you are here with me. Right now, you belong to ME.”

Possessiveness from my husband was such a turn-on, but now I’m exasperated. I look up at the ceiling trying to shut him out.

“Look at me Brynn, and don’t look away.”

I look him in the eye, and he begins to kiss and suck my pussy. The heat pours from his body, and his eyes are impossibly dark.

I move slightly against him and even though I don’t want to enjoy this. My body takes over my mind. I stare at him; he never looks away. His pace becomes relentless, and I push into him. He licks and sucks and bites on my clit, holding it hostage between his teeth and tongue. Pleasure rolls over me in waves and I can’t help it. My eyes close tightly.

Sweat breaks out on my body. My legs quiver, and an orgasm is ripped right out of me, like he conjured it out of thin air. My body arches off the bed as I scream and yet he still holds me tightly to his face. I pant and lay in a puddle on the bed. He licks my release from my pussy.

I’m expecting to hear the zipper on his pants and feel him thrust inside me, so I’m astonished when I feel his fingers push my hair away from my face and his palm caress my cheek.

My eyes snap open. He is staring at me like he’s never seen me before, which is ridiculous because I suck his dick at least once a week. He looks down at me, and I swear he almost smiles. It’s a half-smile, nothing like his usual smirk.

He lets go, and I get a good look at his hard-on under his jeans before he walks out of my bedroom. I lay on the bed quietly, waiting for him to return, and I hear the back door click shut. I hear his car start, a ping from my phone, and the flash of headlights through the window. His car drives away from my house.

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