A deep groan spilled against my collarbone, and he bore down. Hips picking up a heavy rhythm, he thrust that thick length against me, grip tightening on either side of my windpipe until I coughed. Tugging on his wrist, desperate for a sip of air… my entire body clenched with something I couldn’t name. Lower abs dancing as I tried to force my lungs into submission and failed.
“That’s it,” he rumbled, gentle now. Guiding my head to rest on his shoulder, he left my throat stretched long and exposed. “Maybe it’s the challenge,” he murmured, abandoning my hip without giving anything away. “Or maybe it’s just that you smell like innocence in a place where that’s a bizarre rarity.”
Eyes fixed to the ceiling, I shook my head, tears spilling over at last. Soaking my hairline as my breaths came ragged and harsh.
Long fingers spread across my belly, holding me tight.
But only for an instant.
His fingertips brushed the top of my mound, waxed bare and left utterly defenseless.
“N-nooo,” I whispered, abandoning any effort to protect my airway in a desperate panic. Hands flying instead to stop him from taking the last shred of dignity I possessed.
“All I need is your name,” he drawled, breathing against me. “Just one little compromise”—he kissed the corner of my lips, beard scruffy and rough against my ear—“and I won’t make you come all over my fingers. Won’t make you choke on my cock or swallow my come. You won’t have to beg for it. I won’t make you crawl. You can go back to the hole and sit in the dark. That’s all I want,” he whispered, and pushed a little…lower. To where I was hot and aching, poisoned with insidious elite energy. “Just your name…”
MyTritanname.
“Ican’t-can’t remember—” Shaking my head, I sobbed and felt him shrug.
“Okay, then.” Hardly bothering to notice when I hauled at his wrist with all my remaining strength, his touch slipped over tender skin and found me slick. Swollen. “Mmm,” he groaned, and cupped my mound. “So wet for me.”
Hiccupping, I shook my head. “N-No, I-I’m not, I can’t—You don’t—”
“Shh…” He spread my folds with two fingers, damning me with the creamy sound of my lie. Chuckling when I went stiff and hot with shame. “It’s not your fault, pet.” Another kiss, this one pressed to the back corner of my jaw. “Fear is a powerful motivator.” He traced my seam with the point of his index finger, then moved back. Circling my clit. “An aphrodisiac for some women…”
Eyes wide, I shook my head.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.” Catching that swollen bundle of nerves between the flat of his fingers, he circled once, then rolled it down the length of his digits. A lewd, slick track that let him reach through the mess to find my opening. Teasing me with the threat of plunging inside, only to pull back and do it all over again.
My knees buckled.
Shifting, he took my weight and rocked at my back. Hard and swollen, his energy a band of inflexiblewant.“It’s agony, isn’t it? Being so close…” Jaw working against my cheek, I felt him clench with that same brand of pain. “I could stop you here,” he whispered, cupping my breast with his free hand. Picking up speed with the other. “Leave you hanging in more ways than one. Make you watch as I stroke my cock… until I paint this pretty little pussy with my come and leave youdripping… desperate for just… a little…more…”
My breath caught, and, head spinning, I started shaking.
“But you’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to soak my fingers and come all over my hand. I can feel it. But it’s okay,” he said, speaking low against my ear. “I want you to come, pet. I want you to gush for me because I know you can’t help it.” He groaned, and shifting the bulk of his attention on my clit, he pinched my nipple.
Hard.
Lungs seizing, my back arched. An orgasm struck hard and fast, and I lurched forward to do exactly what he said. Hips jerking, I came at the command of a Caledonian elite with a silent sob.
Laid out on the desk, the wood warm and slippery beneath my heated skin, an oppressive silence fell over us. Penetrated only by the sound of ragged breathing, the occasional soft hiccup, my muscles went stiff as the fog lifted.
As I realized what I’d done.
Forehead pressed to the back of my neck, the captain’s cock was a brand against the ache he’d inspired. Throbbing with unspent fury, dark flames seethed at my back.
His voice laced with wicked amusement, he pressed another of those infuriating smirks to my throat and said, “Good girl.”
And then he stepped back.
Watching me slip to the floor, a boneless puddle of wet, horrified misery, he reached for his cock. Adjusting himself, the front of his slacks glistened with the sheen of wetness.
Stained.
Byme.
He took a step, a tempest ready to rage.
