Mac pulls back slightly, just enough so I can see his mouth and chin glisten with my arousal. “That’s right, sweetheart. Beg me.” He thrusts two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly to stroke my inner walls before diving back to assault my overly sensitive clit. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I’m going to explode.
I’m so consumed with him. He’s all I see, hear, and feel. And when he locks eyes with mine and growls ‘come’ into my pussy, I set off like a bottle rocket. My hips rock against his face of their own accord, chasing the high he offers me. Mac refuses to let up until I’ve come down off the high from my orgasm, and even then I have to push his face away. His smile is devious as he stands, reaches up, and unhooks the belt from whatever it was stuck on.
My arms burn from the position they were held in, but I don’t care. Before he can say a word, I drop down to my knees, and with my hands still restrained I manage to pull his jeans and boxers down his hips. Holy shit, that is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around the head and suck, hard. Mac’s knees almost buckle as his hand shoots out to steady himself on the storage shelf behind me.
“Fuck, Lee.” His head falls back, and his eyes flutter closed. Taking him in a little deeper, my head starts to bob, and I find a rhythm. Mac reaches down and fists my hair at the back of my neck, letting out a low groan. All of a sudden I feel cold metal on the nape of my neck, and my body locks upimmediately. My head jerks back, eyes automatically water, and sheer terror pulses through my veins.
“Red. Red. Red.” I shout as I scramble back from him.
11
Chapter Eleven
Mac
My hands fly off of her so quickly that I practically fly back, and quickly pull up my boxers and jeans. Forcing my voice to remain calm and strong, I drop to my knees in front of her and quickly take her wrists out of the restraint.
“Lelonie. Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay, Beautiful.”
Her eyes are wild as she searches me for… I don’t know what.
“Lee? What are you looking for?” The command in my voice has her eyes snapping to mine.
“I didn’t consent to knife play, Mac. This was a mistake. I’ve got to get going.” Grabbing her leggings that are still tangled at her ankles, she tries to force them up. She’s finally got them in place and standing when I fully register what she just said.
“I don’t have a knife. Not only do I not have one in my hand,but I don’t even have one on me. I have a gun in the holster at my back, that’s it.” Moving slowly, I stand before stepping in front of her and hold my hands out to either side. “Check me.”
Her frantic eyes are huge as she shakes her head. “N- no. It’s fine. I just want to leave.”
My stomach turns and threatens to empty at the fear in her voice. “You can, you can go home. Just please. Check me first. I won’t move. I swear.”
Her shaking hands start at my shoulders, and slowly she pats me down. She makes her way to my ankles then searches once more on her way back up. As she goes, her hands stop trembling as much. Once she’s satisfied that I don’t have a knife on me, her eyes cloud with confusion once more.
“What was that then? I felt metal on my neck.” With my arms still stretched out on both sides, my eyes go to my father’s gold wedding band that I wear on my right middle finger. It glints in the dim light.
Her exhale is heavy, like she’s allowing all the panic to subside. “It was a ring? You were telling the truth.”
A small smile graces her lips, causing one to tug at my own, “Yeah, Beautiful. You’ll learn to trust me. I’ll always tell you the truth.”
“Always?”
“Always. Even when it’s uncomfortable. All I ask is that you do the same.” Letting my hands drop to my sides, they hit my jeaned thighs with asmack.
“Okay, if you can promise me to tell the truth always, then I can do the same in return.”
She steps into my space, and my arms circle around her waist, pulling her in tight. My nose goes to the top of her headas I breathe her in. She still has that hint of Riley that has always made me dizzy.
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry I didn’t ask before freaking out.”
God, she’s got me all knotted up. Her presence alone makes me want to be a better man. I’m not good enough for her, and I probably never will be. But I want to be, she makes me want to change my entire life around just so I’m worthy of being in her presence.
“Never apologize for that. It’s my job to make you feel so safe that you don’t have to question it.”
Before she can answer, her phone begins to ring out in the dimly lit room. She picks it up off the shelf and reads the screen before mumbling“fuck.”She answers the phone, “Hello?”
It’s quiet enough on the other end so that I can hear whoever he is, “Kostbarkeit, where are you?”
