Xave tightens his grip on my throat, the pressure just hard enough to restrict my air without cutting it off, at the same moment he flicks open the button on my pants. Fear and anticipation mix and mingle with the lightheadedness from having my oxygen restricted, and the world around me spins as pleasure floods through me like water through a broken dam.
“You’d look so hot like that,” he rumbles, his voice low and gravelly. “All ready and waiting for me to fuck you.” Deftly, he pulls down the zipper of my fly, and I nearly sob with relief when he slips his hand under the fabric of my underwear and wraps his warm hand around my dick.
He doesn’t stroke me at all, and it takes every bit of my remaining willpower and self-control not to thrust into his hand.
“And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you?” He nips at my ear again, and this time my eyes do roll back when he slowly drags his hand down my length. “You’d look so good like that, all bent over and ready while I put my dick in you.” He lets out a low groan, his warm breath fanning out over my ear and neck and tickling the sensitive skin. “And you know why you’d let me?”
Xave lets go of my dick and roughly pulls my pants and underwear down so they’re sitting just under my ass. My jacket is long enough that the only part of my skin that’s exposed is my dick and groin, but the intense feeling of vulnerability that falls over me doesn’t have the effect that it should.
Instead of shocking me back to reality, it amplifies the good feels rolling around inside me and makes me want more.
“You’d let me because you’re mine,” he rasps.
There’s something in his tone that doesn’t sound like simple sex talk. It’s final and firm, like he’s telling me how it is and I have no choice but to accept it.
A strange feeling breaks through the haze of desire and need that’s become my entire reality, but before I can even try to unpack it, Xave grips my cock and gives it a hard jerk.
“Thisis mine,” he says in that same voice. “And this.” He lets go of my dick and closes his hand around one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it so hard I know bruises will soon bloom under my skin. “Ismine.”
He releases the pressure on my throat, and static explodes in my vision at the sudden rush of oxygen-rich air.
“Now.” He lets go of my ass. “Are you going to be good and get on your knees for me? Or am I going to make you?”
The threat behind his words is very real, but that doesn’t stop my mouth from watering at the thought of getting to taste him again, and my knees go weak as I’m hit with the overwhelming desire to do exactly what he said.
But under the desire to be good for him is something else. Something dark and primal, something I’ve spent years ignoring and pretending isn’t there.
As fucked up as it is, Iwanthim to force me. I want him to take away my choice and put me on my knees so he can use me. And it’s far from the first time I’ve had thoughts like this.
I’ve always fantasized about things that people aren’t supposed to want, and I’ve spent my entire adult life keeping those urges repressed. I know I’m fucked up and there’s something seriously wrong with me, but right now, I’m tired of caring.
Xave and I might not be anything to each other, but he’s obviously into this. If I could trust him with my life after wewere kidnapped together, I can trust him with my body—and my secrets—if I submit to him.
Another dark chuckle fills the air between us, and moving faster than I can register, Xave catches me by the throat again.
I let out a surprised gasp, but it’s cut off as he tightens his grip.
“I was hoping you’d pick door number two,” he says in that raspy voice that does things to my insides. “It’s more fun when you fight back.”
I stumble and trip over my feet as he drags me away from the tree, but instead of throwing me to the ground like I’m expecting, he lets go of my throat and shoves me down by my shoulder.
My legs give out under the force of his shove, and I hit the forest floor with a groan as tiny rocks and other debris dig into my knees.
“Now,” he says in a purr that’s both sinister and sensual. “Take out my dick.”
Some clouds must move over the moon because the dim light around us goes out, plunging us into near darkness. I can’t see anything around me, and the only part of Xave I can make out as I look up at him is the faint outline of his body.
My heart rate picks up as my other senses go into hyperdrive. Every sound is just a little bit louder, and the scents of the forest grow sharper. Even my skin feels like it’s a size too tight, and my hands are literally tingling from the desire to do exactly what he said.
A big hand runs through my curls. The unexpected touch is light as he strokes my hair a few times, but before I can try to figure out what’s with the change in tactics, he twists his fingers in the strands and grips them tight.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he threatens.
The thrill that dances up my spine and zings of desire that are ping-ponging through me are just two more reminders of how fucked in the head I am, but that doesn’t stop me from lifting my hands and reaching for him.
My fingers brush against his sweater, and a shiver dances up my spine. Anticipation tightens my chest as I run my palms down the soft material and slip them under the hem of his sweater.
Not being able to see what I’m doing is making everything that much hotter. I had no idea I was into sensory deprivation, but considering some of the other stuff I’ve learned about myself recently, it’s really not that surprising.
