“What…how?”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “Don’t worry, sweet Saint. I’ll teach you what you need to know. For now, just scoot forward and open your pretty mouth for me.”
I gulp as warm heat builds in my gut. I’m out of my element here and unsure how he’s going to put that thing in my mouth without choking me to death, but I do as he says, just like on the horse. When he taps the blunt head of his penis against my lips, I gasp, tasting the slick saltiness on the tip of it.Oh.
I lap at the velvety smooth tip, and he groans. “Open your mouth, Saint. If you start lapping at me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, thinking maybe that will somehow save me.
“Good. I want to be the man who holds all your firsts. Now open up nice and wide for me.” I swallow my anxiety down and open my mouth.
He slides in gently, and I curl my lips over my teeth instinctively.
“Fuck,” Calder curses as he peers down at me, his eyes hooded. He wears a mask of satisfaction and desire so deep I can almost taste it. Since I’ve never done this before, I don’t know if I’m doing it right. It doesn’t appear to matter since Calder takes control and starts to thrust into my mouth shallowly. “Use your tongue.”
I start to stroke him with my tongue, and it occurs to me then just how much I want to please him. That I want to make him feel this way.
His musky clean scent fills my nostrils, and as I grow more confident, I reach forward and brace my hands on his muscular hips while he threads himself deeper into my mouth. Reaching out, he tangles one of his hands in my hair. His grip is firm but gentle as if to keep me in place.
“Relax for me, sweet girl. Relax your throat so I can go deeper.”
I have no idea what he means, but I try, and somehow he presses deeper. On the next thrust of his hips, he’s deeper than he ever has been, and all I can do is gag and blink away the tears that appear in my eyes from the intrusion. He does it again, and again, his thrusts growing faster and deeper. With each stroke, I choke on his length and my own saliva.
Drool slips down my chin, and I can only imagine how I look right now. Wrecked. Ravaged.
“Fuck,” Calder hisses, and goes deeper, holding himself at the back of my throat for a moment before pulling back to do it all over again. With each stroke, his grip on my hair tightens a little more, making my scalp burn as he pulls the strands. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”
All I can do is hum in response. He thrusts to the back of my throat once more and holds himself there, this time a little longer, and the gagging sensation intensifies.
“Shit. I’m going to come,” he growls, his movements becoming more frenzied. “I’m going to come down your throat, sweet girl. Fill your mouth with my cum.”
His filthy words awaken something in me. They make my insides warm, and my core tight. I shouldn’t want to give him pleasure, I shouldn’t want to satisfy him, but I do. Like a volcano, he erupts, and his warm release fills my mouth and throat.
I have no choice but to swallow or choke on it.
With a sigh, he pulls out of my mouth and releases his hold on my hair. His gaze roams over my face, and his expression softens, becoming almost curious. Like he’s seeing me in a way he’s never seen me before. Relaxing, he’s staring and giving himself away. He shakes his head, and the look disappears.
Using his own flannel shirt, he wipes the drool and snot from my face.
My lips feel bruised and swollen, and when I swallow, there’s a raw ache in my throat. I’m confused and turned on, and I’m not sure if I should be insulted or feel good about making him lose control like he did.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” he says—quiet, rough, like the words cost him something he never meant to give. “I shouldn’t have let it. This wasn’t supposed to be about me.” He pulls me upright, and my legs don’t cooperate—knees trembling, balance shot, the ground tilting like it’s trying to spit me back down. I grip his forearm, more out of instinct than trust, hating that I need him just to stand. His demeanor shifts—regret evaporating, replaced by something colder, deliberate. His control slides back into place like a loaded chamber locking shut. “This was about teaching you a lesson,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath ghosts along my cheek. “About making sure you understand exactly who holds control here—and the danger you walk straight into when you think you can defy me.”
“I understand,” I whisper.
“Do you?” His hand cups my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. His touch is gentle, his control isn’t. “Because I need you to really understand, Saint. If you try to run again, if you put yourself in danger—I will find you.” He drags his thumb over my lower lip, a warning disguised as something tender. “And next time,” he murmurs, “the punishment will be worse.”
“I won’t run.”
“I guess we’ll see about that,” he says, releasing me.
As soon as he takes a step back, the connection between us severs. The walls he so easily tore down rise once more. They’re not nearly as strong as they were before, but they’re still there. They’re the only form of protection I have.
I try not to think about the words Calder forced me to say, or if there is any real truth behind them.I’m yours.I can’t take back what I said. And even if I didn’t mean it, it doesn’t change the truth. I belong to him, in body and soul. Till death do us part.
“Tomorrow is the rodeo. I can’t prepare you any more than I already have. It’s do or die, Saint. We’ve got one chance to sell this, to save ourselves.” The pressure is unbearable. Lying isn’t in my DNA. It’s not who I am. Anyone who really knows me will see right through it, just like my father did. “Allie will be there as well. I need you to convince her that everything is fine. That you chose this. Can you do that?”
Can I?I think about my best friend. I can only imagine the questions she has and how worried she’s been. Then there is her mother, Emma. She’s got lawyers, money, and influence. It wouldn’t take much on her end to blow this entire thing up in our faces. I have to sell this. I have to make it look believable because the consequence is death.
