Page 69 of The Cabin

“Grayson, I can’t, I’ve never –”

He goes very still. His gaze is murderous when he pulls it up yet again.

“Say it,” he growls. I do not want to have to admit this.

“I’ve never…no one’s ever...”

“No one has everwhat?” So serious, so angry.

“No one’s ever gone down on me before.”

He’s enraged. He slithers up my body, getting as close to my face as he can. Grabbing my chin, he jerks it towards him roughly. “Say it again.”

UGH. “I don’t want to say it again! We don’t need to hear how undesirable –” His hand moves in a flash, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling hard. My entire neck is exposed to him. He leans over further so our noses touch.

“I almost feel sorry for them,” he starts, twisting my head to the side so he can lick up the column of my neck to my ear. “The men who were so fucking pathetic, idiotic, feeble, that they didn’t worship this pussy. That they didn’t fall down at your feet begging to pleasure you. Ialmostfeel bad for their sad, miserable lives.” Another tug of my hair so he can bite up the front of my neck. “But then I remember that because of their asininity, I am going to be the first man to devour your cunt…” He shifts me so his lips graze mine when he says, “and the last.”

In a blur, my thighs are wrenched apart and I am breathless when I feel Grayson take my pussy lips and push them away from each other. He just sits there, staring for so long that I start to get insecure. Does he not like what he sees?

When he breaks from his trance and looks up at me, all thoughts of self-doubt go flying out the window. He looks like a man that’s been starved and is about to enjoy his favorite meal.

“Grab your tits,” he demands, getting back on his stomach before my wide-open legs.

My hands take a breast each.

“Bounce them for me, lollipop.” I can feel his breath on my core, but he’s still looking up at me, watching me bounce my tits up and down.

“Play with your nipples for me, gorgeous. Pinch them.” Again, I’ve never done any of this before. Certainly not with someone. But something comes over me when he orders me around like this.

I moan softly as I squeeze my breasts, slipping my nipples between my thumb and pointer finger, pinching.

“Harder.” My chest rises and falls and I gasp every time I pinch or twist.

Grayson slaps the inside of my thigh by his cheek and I jolt up, feeling like I put my finger in a socket.

“I said harder.”

I pinch even harder, crying out each time.

I hear his chuckle. Ifeelhis chuckle against me. “My smokin’ fucking hot mistress. Absolutely soaked for me.” I’m having a hard time seeing straight as he continues watching me. Like he’s a scientist observing one of the Seven Wonders of the World.

“Every time you pinch yourself, your pussy gushes.”Jesus. “Rub your clit, lollipop” The noises he has me making. I should be embarrassed. I should be worried about someone hearing us. But I cannot seem to freaking care.

I let go of one of my nipples in favor of my clit, beginning with small circles. My finger brushes against Grayson’s nose with each movement. He runs his tongue up the finger I’m using to tease myself. It never actually touches anywhere but my finger and it drives me certifiably insane.

“Grayson, oh my god.” I don’t know if I’m praising or begging or what.

“You’re doing such a good job, beautiful. Showing me how you like it. I want to memorize you. I want to know exactly how to make you feel good.” He doesn’t need any goddamn help from me, that’s for sure. He lights my body up, perfectly turning me into a screaming puddle on the floor with ease. He is an expert. I cannot imagine his skills could possibly improve.

“Grayson, please!” I beg, taking both hands and threading them into his hair, trying to shove his face against me. He resists.

“Naughty fucking girl. Does my mistress want me to go down on her pussy?” I’m very enthusiastically nodding. He bites right where my thigh meets my core.

“Beg me for it, Sol. Beg me to make you come all over my face. Beg me to suffocate in your cunt. Beg me.” Okay, that isdefinitelyreminiscent of something I read in one of my books the other day.

“Grayson,please. I need you.” He doesn’t move, he continues to remain in place, despite how savagely I’m pulling on his hair.

“Need me to do what, lollipop?”

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