I drew the zipper down, and the relief from freeing my aching dick almost brought me down.
But a quirk of Gedeon’s eyebrow righted me like a freezing shower. He didn’t tolerate disobedience. Not a hint of it.
Denim pooled around my knees as I yanked my pants down. The fabric twined around my feet?—
I swayed, holding on to the material with one hand?—
And collided with a wall. Sparks streamed down my shoulder blades as I blinked the shock out of my system.
“That won’t do.” Gedeon crouched down, and while I gaped at him like an idiot, removed my jeans and underwear.
I dug my fingernails into the meat of palms to keep them away from my crotch. Knowing it would go against his unspoken rules somehow made me want to bend to his will even more.
Standing up, looming before me, despite being merely a couple of inches taller than me, Gedeon stroked my cheek softly, a stark contrast to how he voiced his instruction. “Bend over the couch and wait for me.”
Those eight words wrapped around my limbs. Took control of them, nudging me to march behind the gray crouch.
With a heaving chest, Kali observed us. But instead of squeezing her legs shut, she’d spread them. And encouraged by Gedeon’s nod, slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her leggings.
“What did I say?” He pulled a jar out of a drawer, the hinges and slides recently oiled, not a screech of metal grating against metal.
His reproach poured over me like scalding water, and I curled over the couch’s backrest, disregarding how the structure upholstered with a light gray suede prodded my stomach. Bracing my hands on the seat and widening my stance, I prayed not to the gods of foolish ideals, but to…him.
For him to hurry and fuck me into oblivion. To erase my sanity. To fill me to the brim, to make me question if I could take more, to meld us into one.
He rounded the couch. “So obedient.” Gedeon mapped out my spine, vertebra by vertebra.
The lightness of the gesture elicited a shiver to rock through me, and I instinctively ground my hips into the backrest in search of stimulation.
His touch vanished from my back. “But hide something like that list again, and I will tie your ankles and wrists to this couch and leave you here overnight.”
I bit a gray cushion to muffle my groan as hate and desire weaved into an impossible knot low in my pelvis. I wanted the picture he’d painted so badly I was willing to offer him the chains from my underground.
“But I’m in a lenient mood tonight.” Holding my hip, he located the flared base of the butt plug. “So will you be good?” He pushed the toy deeper. “For me?”
The pressure blacked out my vision. I smothered a throaty sound in the couch’s cushioning, trying and failing to focus on anything but him driving me mad.
Having a digit stuffed in my ass wasn’t something I was unfamiliar with, but this was different. The size of the toy was a far cry from Gedeon’s dick, but the heavy weight, the sensation of fullness, the intrusion, it all heightened the craving formore.
“Use your voice.” Gedeon gripped the protruding part of the plug. “Swear it, and I will give you what you want.” To emphasize his point, he pulled an inch of the stainless steel out and then pushed it back in. Then two inches. Three.
In.
And out.
In.
And out.
Every time he crammed the toy inside me, I leaked more and more, and every time he withdrew, I had to force myself to remain motionless instead of rocking back.
With just the narrow tip of the shaped steel stretching my rim, he stopped. “Silence won’t win you your reward.”
Tension flowed through my muscles, coiling them so tight they verged on ripping. Convincing my vocal cords to work, I hoarsely muttered, “I promise.”
“What exactly are you promising?” He drove the toy deeper, an increment, but it was enough for me to forget his question.
I didn’t know how many beats passed before I comprehended his inquiry, but when I did, the vow tumbled out of me. “I swear I will listen to you.” I flexed my toes, hunting for solid ground as the room began to swim. “I’ll do as told.” Gasping as he breached me again, the plug nearing the small area that couldcrippleme, I mumbled, “Whatever you want.”
