“Ry—” The chain dug into my neck harder before I could finish.
He brought his face so close to mine that our noses almost touched. “I told you before what you were to call me. Don’t tell me you already forgot. You’re not off to a great start.”
“Zander.”
One side of his mouth curled at my response. “That’s right, baby.”
He took me in a fiery kiss before he let go of my hair and rose back to his full height, his hood falling, hair wild. Peering up at him through my lashes, I watched his free hand unbuckle his belt. He ripped it free from the loops across hisbody, the leather snapping in the silent room. The act was so arousing it wouldn’t have taken much at that point to make me come.
The chain clasp had slipped around to the front of my neck, the metal loop biting into my throat. I was his vassal, and I was aroused by it. He shouldn’t have this power over me, but the thought kept repeating in my mind. I was never in a vulnerable position with anyone, especially a man, but he was different. For some reason I didn’t understand, I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to give him my body in a way I hadn’t given it to anyone else. Not demanding he remove the chain from my neck when I realized who he was proved that.
Zander backed away a few steps and with a yank of the chain I lurched forward, my hands hitting the hardwood. A wicked grin spread across his face, and the dim light from the kitchen rendered the scene sinister as he held the chain tethered to my neck. He tilted his head to the side, the gesture becoming one of my favorites, and looked at me expectantly. “Crawl.”
The way he said the word had me reeling with desire. The number of times he’d gotten me so close to orgasm with just his words was insane. I wasn’t an untouched woman, but my pussy was acting like I was. His voice and the way he used it was my undoing.
I moved forward on my hands and knees toward him, gazing up at him as I inched closer. The chain dragged on the floor like some perverse prison scene. Even so, the man I was crawling to made me want to do this. He was making me obey, but I wanted every second of it.
“Up on your knees,” he said when I reached him.
I automatically bowed my head, some primal sense of submission surfacing without a thought. He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, the leather rough against my skin, and tugged my face upward to meet his gaze.
“Take me out.”
A breath whooshed from my chest. I’d wanted more this afternoon before I had to rush out, wanting to drop to my knees and suck him dry. Now I was going to get the chance. My stomach fluttered with the anticipation of seeing and tasting the most sinful part of him.
Reaching up, I undid his jeans, pulling them low on his hips. They were tight so they stayed where I left them. I shoved his boxers down, and his cock was free of restraint. From what I could see in the faint light, he looked delicious.
Taking his length in my hand, I stroked from base to tip, not needing further direction. Feeling his veins beneath my touch, I heard a hiss of breath through his teeth as I moved. Shifting my head forward, I flicked my tongue, barely touching his skin. I teased his length and head, not closing my lips around him on purpose, eliciting a deep groan from his lungs. The sounds I was forcing from him flooded my body with desire.
When I finally closed my lips around his glistening cock, he jerked the chain and I fell forward, taking every inch of him all the way to the base. He was slightly larger than average, and I gagged when he hit the back of my throat. The harsh movement brought tears to my eyes as I grabbed his hips and gasped for air.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re choking around my cock, baby.” As the words left his lips, Zander withdrew and thrust in again getting the same reaction. “Work me, baby. Show me what that mouth can do.”
Doing exactly that, I was a woman possessed by a feral desire to own his orgasm. I needed it to be all mine. I sucked and licked like my life depended on it because in this moment, it did. He could take away my oxygen in a second and there would be nothing I could do as the world faded to black.
He wouldn’t, though. Somehow I knew I was safe with him, and it allowed me to lose myself in obeying his commands.
“Fuck, baby, that slutty mouth is flawless. I’m…so fucking…close,” he said through gritted teeth and then put his hand on my head. “Stop. Hold still.”
He tore his gloves off and threw them to the ground before he slid his hands into my hair on either side of my head. Fisting my strands, he thrust his hips, taking complete control of my body.
No man had ever fucked my face, especially like this, but it unleashed a demon inside me that clawed Zander’s exposed thighs. The world spun out, and I lost all sense of time and reality. Only Zander and I existed, and I didn't want it to end.
“Fuck, Raven,” Zander groaned as he heaved into my mouth one last time and spilled down my throat. I swallowed every last drop like I was an animal searching for water in a desert.
The sound of his release was ecstasy to me. His heavy breaths and throaty moans had me crying in protest as he pulled away, my body wanting to keep his connected to mine.
I looked down at the floor. It felt like the natural thing to do in the moment when Zander took a knee in front of me. He placed his hand under my chin, tipping my face upward, still holding the chain as he moved from my chin to between my legs.
“I was initially going to come here, make you suck me off, then leave.” He drew his fingers through my wetness and grinned. “But I can’t leave my baby girl wanting. I knew this pussy would be wet for me after that performance. You looked so aroused taking my cum down your throat that I had to touch you. I’ll always need to touch you, Raven.”
I drew in a quick breath as he found my clit and expertlystroked in the most perfect way. I was coming in seconds as I looked into his dark eyes. My moans turned to cries, and tears streamed down my face as I rode out the wave. The cries turned to sobs as Zander withdrew his hand, and his seductive grin fell into a look of concern.
“Raven, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I covered my face with my hands to hide my tears. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head as he reached up and pulled the chain free from the loop, dropping it to the floor with a thud. He grabbed my wrists and drew my hands away, searching for answers in my tear-soaked skin.
“Talk to me, baby,” he asked, his voice tinged with alarm as he wiped the tears from my cheeks. “I couldn’t stand it if I upset you and went too far. Tell me I didn’t go too far.”
