He has all the power, and even though that thought is terrifying, I can’t deny my hard dick or the heat curling in my belly at the idea of him having full control over me.
“Gotcha,” he rasps in that sexy voice from the party.
I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, but it sounds different enough from his normal speaking voice that I wouldn’t be able to place it if I hadn’t seen his face.
What if it’s not him? What if you just thought it was because you want it to be?
A shudder rips through me as terror floods into my system, and I grab his wrist. Not to pull him off me, but because I need something to ground me so my thoughts don’t spiral and send me into a panic attack.
A low chuckle rumbles out from under his hood, and I can only gasp and hold his wrist tighter as he takes several steps forward, pushing me with him until my back hits the rough bark of a tree.
He isn’t cutting off my air, but the implied threat that he could at any second sends my thoughts, and my libido, spiraling.
I don’t understand why any of this is hot, or why I’m so hard my dick actually hurts, but I don’t have the brainpower to analyze all the reasons this is fucked up.
Or what the hell is wrong with me that I like it.
Xave tightens his grip on my throat the slightest bit, and my next breath comes out as a wheeze.
The darkness of the woods is heavy and sinister, and the fact that I can barely make out anything around us only adds to my terror and excitement.
Xave lets out a dark chuckle as he slips his hand under the bottom of my jacket and presses it against my cock.
“Somebody’s enjoying themselves,” he says in a low rasp that’s just different enough from his usual voice that I once again find myself questioning whether it’s really him.
No, I know it is. I saw his face.
“Go on, I dare you to deny it,” he practically purrs as he leans closer. “Are you going to deny it, Damon?”
Something about the way he says my name, like it’s sacred and special, sends a different kind of pleasure through me that has nothing to do with physical desire.
Before I can read too much into that, the scent of something dark and heady wraps around us, mixing with the earthy smells of the forest. My insides go haywire as memories from that night at the rave and what happened at the party come flooding back to me.
I already knew that smell can be a powerful trigger for memories and emotions, and given how my dick pulses andthrobs against his hand, it would seem my body associates Xave’s scent with orgasms and getting off.
He chuckles again and rubs his hand over my length in a long, deliberate stroke. “That’s right,” he whispers, leaning in so close I can feel the heat from his skin as it radiates into mine. “You like this.”
Still gripping his wrist like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to earth, I open my mouth to say something, but the only sound that comes out is a soft, whimpering moan.
His answering laugh is deep and throaty as he squeezes my dick just hard enough that a sting of pain mixes with a rush of pleasure, and my eyes almost roll back in my head from how good everything feels.
It’s like sensory overload, but in the best way possible, and another of those whimpering moans falls from my lips before I can stop it.
“I could do anything I wanted to you right now,” Xave says, his voice low and husky. His lips are so close to my ear that they brush against it with every word, sending little shivers of pleasure ricocheting through me. “I could force you to get on your knees and fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
My entire body tenses, and my hips twitch forward, pressing my dick harder against his hand.
His chuckle is drenched with lust and amusement, and I have to bite back my protests when he pulls his hand from my cock.
“You’ve thought about it, haven’t you.” It’s a question, but he says it like it’s a statement. “You want to know a secret?”
I don’t answer. His questions are obviously rhetorical, but that doesn’t stop me from unconsciously holding my breath as I wait for him to tell me.
“I’ve thought about it too.” He gives my earlobe a nipping bite, causing more ofthat pain/pleasure mix that’s as exhilarating as it is addictive to explode in my senses.
Strong, nimble fingers pop the bottom three buttons on my coat, and I practically start vibrating with need when he palms my cock again, then gives it a hard squeeze.
“Do you know what else I could do?” he asks conversationally, like he doesn’t have me pinned to a tree by my throat and isn’t gripping my dick like it owes him money. “I could turn you around right now and bend you over.”
