“You’re not here because you need the money. You know I’ll give it to you. You’re here because you want to be treated like a fuck toy. You want to get played with and used. So you’re going to crawl to me.” I pause and watch her eyes go round, cheeks reddening with realization. “You’re going to do it because you want—no,needme to use your body however I please. You like to be treated like this. You’re here, you’re in my room, on your hands and knees, panties dripping wet,desperateto be touched. So crawl to me, Anna. Do it now and I’ll give you what you really want.”
She’s wearing the same expression she wore when she had my dick in her mouth. She’s intrigued, excited, when she lifts a hand and knee forward. She crawls to me, tentative at first, cheeks red, eyes darting everywhere but at me because I know she’s shy about this. Humiliated and in disbelief that she gets off on it.
I can’t rip my eyes off her hips and her heart-shaped ass. How it, as well as her breasts, sway with every movement.
When she’s at my feet, I grab her arm, and she gasps as I pull her up to stand. “So bloody easy. I can’t wait to taste you.”
22
ANNA
Wednesday, December 18
I knewSylas was baiting me. I knew what would happen if I followed him upstairs. I knew and I did it anyway because I want this.
I have no idea what’ll happen or how, but I don’t care because, and as embarrassing as it is, it feels thrilling.
Getting on my knees and crawling? Never in a million years would I have ever thought to do this for anyone, especially for a man. And despite how humiliating it felt, I can’t deny the rush that shot through my body.
It was invigorating and intoxicating. What I felt at Salt and when he came to my apartment is exactly how I feel now but a million degrees hotter.
“I knew you’d come,” he says, cupping the back of my neck and wrapping the other arm around my back, sealing the space between our lips.
There’s nothing soft about the way he kisses me or how he shoves his tongue inside my mouth. It’s intense, dizzying, and hard to keep up with. His tongue touches every inch of mymouth, his teeth clash against mine, and my jaw aches from the way he gives as much as he takes.
He forces me on my tiptoes, removes his hand off my neck to grab my ponytail, then yanks hard enough to tip my head back. My scalp screams, but the pulse between my thighs heightens.
I stop breathing when I feel something slip between our mouths, only releasing it when I realize it’s his gum. He transferred it seamlessly, despite how frenziedly he kisses me, but once he knows I have it, he pulls back. Still, he keeps a strong grip on my hair, with me on my tiptoes.
“Hold my gum for me,” he husks condescendingly. First crawling and now his gum? I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. “How is it?”
“Minty,” I say, parroting his answer from before.
“How do you feel about being tied up?”
I’ve never been this hot. I think I might actually be sweating. “Never been tied up before.”
“I didn’t ask if you have. I said how do you feel about it?” He lifts a brow.
My calves burn, but he doesn’t ease his hold on me. “Like I want to try.”
He smiles sweetly, too sweetly, and something about it sends an anticipatory shiver down my spine. “Good answer.” He releases my hair and waist, letting me stand flat on my feet, then spins us around and pushes me back on the bed.
I fall on my back with a soft bounce. Pushing up on my elbows, I chew his gum as he climbs on the bed, crawls between my thighs, and looms over me.
Time feels like it stops. This feels like more than just pretending, more than just having a good time.
His words from a few minutes ago keep repeating in my head, and I can’t get them out. I want to overanalyze them, to demand he translate them, but I don’t.
Leaning down, he brushes his lips against mine. His cool minty breath fans them, and I breathe him in. His gaze casts down to our lips and then my chest as it rises and falls a little too haphazardly.
“Are you going to let me have you like you’re mine?” He gently nips my top lip. “Use you like you’re mine?” Now the bottom. “Lick you like you’re mine? Fuck you like you’re mine?” He sucks it between his teeth before he releases it and drags his tongue along it.
My eyes flutter closed. “I’m all yours.” My voice is a thick rasp, and my breaths become stiff as he pushes up and away from me.
“And don’t ever forget that.” Sylas flashes me a sly lopsided smile as he lifts my shirt over my breasts. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He shoves me down so that I’m flat on my back, darting his tongue from my sternum, down to my stomach, past my belly button, to the waistband of my joggers.
I muffle my moan, enjoying how his warm tongue feels on my skin. He slides off my pants, removes my shoes, and tosses them both somewhere.
