I do what he says, knowing there’s no way I’m beautiful right now, but I don’t care how ridiculous I look.
“That’s it, baby. Poke it out as far as it will go.” He collects the drool from my chin with the cold smooth metal and pushes it in my mouth.
“Now suck.”
It feels so foreign, but I cradle it with my tongue the best I can, wishing it was warm and alive, something I crave.
“I know you can do better.” His voice lowers. “Beg like you fucking mean it.”
I cover my teeth with my lips so they don’t break and move my head back and forth. I don’t stop until saliva covers my chin and tears fall down my cheeks. I take it all in, showing him I want it, because I do. I’m tired of holding back.
“What an obedient little mate I have.” He catches a tear with his thumb while I keep going. “It won’t last.”
Tightness gathers between my thighs as a small noise escapes me.
“Mm. That sound.” The rumble in his throat does something to me.
He pulls the handle from my lips. “It’s nice and wet now.” His fingers slide beneath my shorts, pressing against the soaked material. “Just like you.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m so glad I listened to Jess and wore a lace thong.
He chuckles, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down with my underwear. He holds me steady while I step out of them, leaving me in nothing but fishnet stockings and knee-high boots.
I hear him drop to his knees. His hand closes around my ankle, lifting it to his shoulder. I try to close my legs, but he forces them open. I’m completely exposed.
He inhales sharply. “Your scent is fucking delicious.”
The cuffs pull tight above me. I want to hide, but I can’t.
The handle drags up the inside of my thigh, slowly tracing a path to my entrance. It moves up and down my slit, gently easing me open. It’s not enough. Especially when I know exactly what he feels like, and this isn’t it.
“But I want you, instead,” I say, pulling my hips back.
His laugh is low, intrigued. “I know.” A sharp smack lands, heat flaring across my ass. “But you’re in no position to make demands.”
Something soft pushes between my teeth. It’s warm, faintly salty.
I can hear the amusement in his voice. He doesn’t need to see my eyes to know I wasn’t expecting my underwear. “You taste good, don’t you?”
I want to deny it, but I know he won’t let me. So I nod, making a small sound against the fabric.
His hands stop moving. “I think I need a little reminder,” he says, replacing the cold metal with a warm finger.
Finally!I let my head fall back as his finger presses against that perfect spot. He curls it again and again, reminding my body who it belongs to. My hips rock, chasing the pressure when he pulls away.
A frustrated noise slips from my mouth, making him chuckle. “Greedy little mate.” I jerk against the restraints as he makes a low, satisfied sound. “Fucking delicious.”
God, I love the way he reacts to me, like he would devour every inch of my body if he could.
His wet finger smears over my lips, catching on the fabric pressed between my teeth. Why does that turn me on so much?
The smooth metal presses into me again, but it feels different now when he slides it in and out. My body opens for it, taking it in deeper. My legs shake as everything inside me tightens.
Panic takes over before I can stop it. No! I can’t!
I push the underwear from my mouth with my tongue.
“Stop!” What if I have another flashback? What if Aradon gets in my head again?
