Page 24 of The Ties We Break

I see the conflict on Declan’s face. He wants to stick to the rules he’s only literally just set, but clearly, what I said just threw him a curveball. I pull away slightly, not trusting myself to be this close to his lips anymore. But his free hand slides to the back of my neck and holds me in place. I can almost see the chemistry crackling between us. Then, out of the blue, Declan surprises me by pulling my head forward and crushing his lips against mine.

Fuck. It’s exactly what I‘ve been fantasising about. His kiss is rough, domineering, and completely intoxicating, just like him. As our tongues mix, I realise I can taste a saltiness on his tongue that has to be me. Surprisingly, I love how my juices mix with his taste; it makes him even headier. As his lips and tongue devour me, I feel my body start to melt against him. Fuck, now I know why he didn’t want us to kiss. I need his lips on mine all the time. He has just become my addiction, and I never want to find a cure.

After a short while, he ends the kiss, leading us to the table. He slides in slightly but doesn’t make room for me to sit. I turn to slide in the other side, but he grabs hold of my hand, pulling me back into place between his legs.

“You don’t have to thank me for letting you come, but you can show me how grateful you are. I don’t have time to show you fully how to give a blow job, I will do that later tonight, but for now, I want you to kneel on the floor, under the table, take my cock in your mouth and suck on the end until I blow my load. When I come, you better swallow every last drop,” he instructs firmly. There is no room for discussion, not that I want to argue, but I can’t hide the fact I’m a bit scared. I’ve never done anything like this before.

I must have said the last few words out loud instead of in my head because with a genuine smile on his face, and not his usual cocky smirk, he reaches out and takes my face in his hand. Slowly he strokes my cheek as he stares at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “Trust me. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

As soon as the words register, it occurs to me that I do trust him. Despite his scary exterior and the fact that I barely know the guy, I trust that he will keep me safe. I don’t think he would hurt me. Besides, I can always use my safe words if it gets too much. Although, I don’t think it will be. Actually, I'm excited that I get to see his cock.

Dropping to my knees as discreetly as possible, I shuffle under the table between Declan’s legs. Whilst I’m getting as comfortable as possible and in the correct position on my knees, I place one hand on each of his thighs for stability. I’m so distracted by making sure I’m doing it right that I miss Declan opening his jeans and sliding them down slightly before pulling out his erect cock. Declan struggles to get his whole fist around the monster cock, standing to attention right in front of my eyes. I watch as Dec slowly begins to pump with his hands, small beads of pre-cum escaping from the angry, bulbous head.

After watching him fist his cock a few times, I can’t help but reach out. I know I might be breaking a rule, which might result in me getting punished, but it’ll be worth it. Don’t get me wrong; a huge part of me is shit scared right now. I mean, if I thought I was afraid before when he had me exposed on the balcony, this is way worse. Despite having no idea what the hell I’m doing, I want to be the one to put that look on his face. I want to watch him come undone the way I did for him.

He watches me reach up but doesn’t stop me, so I take that as a good sign. As I try to wrap my fingers around his cock, they can’t quite join together. In fact, there’s quite a large gap. In my little hand, his dick looks a lot bigger. I add my other hand too, and together they cover the entire width of his cock. Taking a second to slowly just stroke my hands up and down the shaft, I’m surprised by how silky soft it feels. As I run my finger over the tip, lightly brushing the beads of pre-cum onto my finger, I hear a gentle yet deep moan escape from Declan.

Looking up, I see he’s no longer simply sitting back and relaxing. Instead, he’s leaning forward, his eyes laser-focused on me and what I plan on doing next. His hooded eyes and sexy smile let me know I’m doing the right thing, so I decide to take a page out of Declan's book and pull the finger coated with the drops of pre-cum into my mouth. I slowly begin to suck my finger, and I’m pleasantly surprised that I don’t mind the taste. It’s a little salty, but there’s nothing offensive, which alongside Declan’s groans, spurs me on even more.

After a few more pumps with my hands, Declan lightly places his hand around the back of my head, and with a bit of force, he pushes me towards his cock. His intentions are clear, so I lean forward and slowly take his tip into my mouth. He’s big, and I have to stretch my mouth wide to accommodate him. At first, I feel like I stumble around, not entirely sure what I’m doing and how I can get more of him in my mouth. With some guidance from Dec, and a little trial and error, I eventually begin to take more of his cock into my mouth.

Declan begins moving his hand that’s encircling mine on his cock, and he gently encourages me to start pumping his shaft while sucking on the tip. It doesn't take long for his head to swell, and Dec’s hand holds my head in place. It’s like he expects me to pull away, maybe out of fear or the unknown, but that is not my intention. I plan on savouring this as much as possible, the way he did for me.

Despite some indications he might be reaching his peak, there’s no clear sign that he’s going to come. Everything feels like it’s getting harder and more coiled, and the hand on the back of my head becomes more painful and forceful as Declan struggles to retain his usual composure. It isn't long before blasts of cum spray the inside of my mouth.

Initially, I swallow, but he keeps on coming. It starts to feel too much, like I’m struggling to breathe, so I desperately try to pull my head back, fighting against the hold Dec has on my head. I know he isn’t deliberately trying to hold me in place, he just has no control of his body.

I finally manage to pull back, and the remaining smaller shots of cum hit me on my tongue and around my lips. Since they were no longer squirting into the back of my throat, I no longer felt like I was drowning. It wasn’t that Dec did anything wrong, he was just squirting his load quickly, and there was too much of it for me. I became overwhelmed.

As soon as he finishes coming, his whole body relaxes and he pulls me up from underneath the table. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and places me on the seat next to him. Before I know it, he wastes no time sealing his lips against mine. His tongue explores mine, and I realise he’s tasting himself on my tongue, the same way I did to him. I moan against his lips, and now I know why he found it such a turn-on when I did it. It’s a little naughty, but it’s hot as fuck.

Eventually, he breaks away from my lips and I don’t even want to think about how much of a mess I look right now. My long brown hair, which had been curled beautifully, now most likely looks like a frizzy mess, given the way Declan manhandled it.

Trying to make myself more comfortable on the seat, I remember Dec literally tore my panties off, meaning I’m completely exposed under this skirt. I try pulling it down, but all that does is expose the skin around my stomach even more. Although that is still a better option than everyone seeing my pussy. Dec must sense that I’m starting to panic because he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Relax, Belle. You did a fucking amazing job tonight, beautiful. I am so proud of you. Don’t worry about having no panties on, I will stick close enough to you that nobody will get a chance to see anything. I wouldn’t want people looking at what is mine now, would I?”

Fuck, why does my stomach flip so much at the way he calls me his? I know he just means in a Dom/sub sense while he’s teaching me, but stupid me thought, just for a tiny millisecond, that he meant something else, something more. I’m surprised that I quite liked the idea of us being more. I’m supposed to remain distant and simply be here for the learning experience, but there’s no denying I’m attracted to Declan. I should have known that if he could make my body work, I would start to have feelings for him. I know what I am asking is a tall order, but I need to remember this is strictly a job to him. He is my teacher, and anything I feel for him has to be kept under lock and key. I am auctioning off my virginity, with no feelings involved. That is how I need to approach this thing with Declan. Remind me again why I think after years of being a romantic, I will be able to suddenly turn that off. Oh yeah, the money I desperately need, that’s what I need to hold on to, not whatever lustful feelings I have for Dec.

I keep repeating that, but I don’t think my heart or pussy is getting the message. My brain is flying solo on this one. I need to get my body in line. If not, my heart is going to get broken. Badly.

As Declan throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in so that I’m cuddled up under his arm, I try not to snuggle up closer or to fill my senses with his scent. Instead, I avert my eyes and ask him something I’ve been wondering since the start. I’m worried it will make me seem more desperate than I am, or he thinks I am, but I need to just go for it.

“Declan, can I ask you something?” He shuffles me slightly so he can get proper eye contact. I’m used to him doing this now, so once he has my vision locked again, I don’t even bother trying to look away. He nods to indicate I can continue. “You know, when it comes to the day of the auction, I’m not saying you have to, but I’m just wondering if you could bid on me? Are you allowed?”

The words rush out much quicker than I was planning, and he lets out a little chuckle, which makes me a little self-conscious because I didn’t think anything I said was particularly funny.

“I’m sorry, Belle. It’s not the fact I’m an employee that prevents me from bidding on you. I encourage my staff members to participate in the event if they want to. But I will be the person running the auction and taking the bids, so I will be the only person in the room not able to bid on you.” His tone is deep and husky, almost the same as normal, but I’m sure I can hear a hint of sadness when he apologises to me. Or maybe that’s just what I want to hear.

“Oh…okay, that’s…well…that’s fine,” I mumble, pulling my eyes down to look at my fingers fiddling with each other and picking away at my skin.

Using the hand that isn’t wrapped around my shoulders, he gently lays his hand on top of mine to stop me from fiddling, and he waits for me to return his gaze, which I do reluctantly. I don’t want him to see the small tears that are pooling, so I try to push them away before he notices.

“Believe me, Belle, I’ve never wanted to participate in an auction before. But, I will promise you two things. One, I will ensure you are fully ready for the auction and that you know what you like and don’t like, which will practically guarantee you a good night. Then two, I promise I will only allow bids from people who fit what you are looking for. I will make sure they are worthy of a night with you. Tonight was just the first in a long list of lessons. After this, I’m going to take you home and teach you how to give a proper blow job, including deep throating, and I’m going to introduce your pussy to some clit vibrators. I want you to learn what it feels like to be pounded in the pussy while a clit vibrator sends you over the edge.”

I can’t help the resulting smile that passes across my face. It doesn’t quite reach my eyes because I’m still gutted that he can’t bid on me, but knowing he cares about me enough to ensure I’m safe makes me happy.

I want to learn all the lessons he has to teach me and feel everything he has to offer. He may not be able to take my virginity, but I sure as fuck am going to make sure he gets all my other firsts. For so long, I’ve been trapped in my shy exterior, but now’s the time to break all those ties. The ties we break are what make us stronger. Now is my time to become a stronger, more body-confident person.

I know there’s a risk that the more time we spend together, the more I will want him to take my virginity. I know I said giving away my virginity will be okay, that it has to be done, and it does, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important to me. Deep down, of course, I knew I was saving it for Mr Right. I could have given it away to any drunken asshole at a party if I really wanted to, but I didn’t. I’m a romantic, so I envisaged hearts and flowers, just like Declan predicted the first night we met. But I can’t be that girl anymore. I don’t have the luxury of waiting for the right guy. I need to use the only thing I have that is worth any money to get the future I’ve always wanted. I made a promise to my dying Mum, and I intend to keep it, even if she would disapprove of my methods. As I told Declan, desperate people do desperate things. I just hadn’t factored in meeting him. Dark, brooding, dangerous, and alluringly sexy with the dirtiest mouth. How could I not like him?

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