“Fine.” He dropped the knife and sharpener on the desk.
I couldn’t help my gaze from falling to the weapon.
“Blair, how I’d love for you to try that,” he said around a chuckle, following my line of vision. “It’d make my day.” He winked at me, keeping our eye contact strong as he grabbed the knife and tucked it inside his back pocket.
He kicked off his shoes and grabbed the book from the floor. “Now, what page was I on?” He pretended to actually search for the page, but when he started reading, it wasn’t where he’d left off.
With the book in one hand, he walked over to me. I stared up, unsure what to do, and bit into my lower lip. My gaze was locked on his lips as the words left his mouth.
He grabbed a handful of my hair with his free hand as he grumbled the words and tugged my face toward his lap.
When he read the line about all of us having our own particular devil who rode and tormented us, I found it too personal in the moment.
He muttered another line about believing old demons had been conquered before releasing my hair and switching the book to his nondominant hand. He untucked his shirt from his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks. “People never conquer their demons.”
He cupped himself, squeezing his erection tight, and undid the bottom buttons of his shirt.
I stared, jaw slack, as he dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles, freeing his stiff cock.
There it was.
Only inches from my face.
It pointed forward with a slight downward curve. The skin looked stretched, and the head was dark.
His skin was warm as I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. Veins protruded along the length.
The last time I had given him a blow job, I still felt half drugged. My anxiety had been on edge as I tried to process the Initiation.
But now, I took in every inch of his cock.
And there were plenty.
I hated that my tongue ran along my lower lip and mymouth watered.
“I’ll keep reading, and you start sucking,” he said, thrusting his hips forward.
I shot my hand out, resting it along his hip bone, and snorted. “You have such a way with words.”
My gaze lifted, meeting his, and we both went silent.
He dropped his hand, resting it along my jawline, cupping my face as if it was something precious. “The devil inourstory will always win, sweet Fawn.”
I flinched when his fingers dug into my cheek before he plucked his thumb along my lower lip. As if on instinct, I opened my mouth as he guided his cock toward it.
My gaze stayed on his as I dragged in a slow breath before wrapping my lips around his wide length.
He hissed in a breath as I choked when the tip hit the back of my throat. He held me there, my forehead against his six-pack, while I struggled to breathe through my nose.
My eyes watered as he loosened his hold. I relaxed my jaw before pulling back, sucking him hard.
“Such a good Fawn,” he said around a groan as he threw his head back. “That’s my good girl.”
He held the book with one hand while spreading his palm around the back of my head, keeping me at the pace he liked, and returned to reading the words aloud.
While he was in charge, I’d never felt so powerful as I worked him in my mouth. Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his length, moving it in rhythm with how I sucked him.
He filled my mouth, and as I gained some courage, I lowered my hand to his balls, tugging on them.
