This time I obey. Because I want to.
He drops to his knees and starts to lick my clit. Just there, small, neat flicks of his tongue that have me begging for him to stop and never stop in the same whispered breath.
I come hard, but it isn’t satisfying. I’m empty and I need more.
“Bottom of the bed, lie on your front, legs down. And spread them.”
I drag myself there, watching him open the drawer, undoing his belt, the buckle crashing against the floor as his trousers drop. My heart is racing. His cock is huge and hard as he pumps it with his fist, drizzling lube onto it as he does.
“I don’t want to hurt you but this will at first. It’s going to burn like fuck, Blair.” He walks round to the end of the bed and I clutch onto the sheets, anticipating the pain.
“How many times have you done this?” I need to know and I don’t.
“What’s that? Fucked someone’s arse or fucked it for the first time?” His laugh is dark, brutal.
“Both.” I feel him guide his cock over my clit, to my cunt, then his pushes it, not hard or rigorously, just in.
“I was a soldier. You took what you could get and maybe you got some more.”
I don’t ask, because I’m not sure how I’d deal with the answer. I was never Ben’s first, not in anything, not this. I was never his all.
He pulls his cock out and I feel it slide smoothly over the crack of my ass. There’s the cool dribbling of lubrication, something I’ve felt before when he’s had his fingers in me. This time there’s more and then there’s a finger, two, stretching like scissors.
I gasp and clutch the sheets, feeling a cold sweat cover my body.
“I won’t come in your ass. Not this time. Spread your legs more.”
He nudges them apart because my legs can’t move. My entrances tenses and I hear murmurs and soothing words, but I don’t understand them, because he’s pushing into me and it hurts, stings. The burn makes my eyes water and I wonder why the fuck I’m doing this because I can’t hear Ben any more or feel anything else but the white light that’s cutting through me.
He’s still. Waiting. I relax. Breathe. Count to ten in Arabic.
“It’ll feel good now. Trust me.”
I do trust him. I also want to know how he knows it’ll feel good now but I can’t speak right now because he’s started to move and it is feeling better, different. Ben shifts a finger inside my pussy, making me feel fuller than I’ve ever been, and starts to play with the spot he’s too good at finding.
I turn my head to the side, seeing the open door into the rest of the suite. Seeing shadows at the door that shouldn’t be there. I hear noises coming from me that I have no control over making because I’m lost to something that’s pulling me over, under, everywhere Ben wants to go and then I come. And I scream.
The shadows move.
My vision blurs.
Ben says my name and pulls out, I should wince with the pain but instead I see a dark-haired pirate at the door way and he’s watching as Ben ejaculates onto my back. The man’s touching his cock through his shorts, looking at me straight in the eye while my head of security comes after fucking me in the ass.
It’s Isaac.
It’s Isaac watching me and Ben.
And I don’t think there’s more than one other place he’d rather be.
Chapter Twelve
Irecognised those eyes.
I’m dressed in a fishtail gown that really means I can’t eat or potentially breathe until my body is released. I wish I was a man and I didn’t have to get trussed up like a Christmas turkey in order to impress, but this is what society dictates.
I knew those eyes.
When my head was turned towards the door, I saw a shadow. Its eyes were familiar and I’m looking into them again now.
