His hand moves higher up my leg, trailing a lazy line toward my bare sex.I shift, trying to clench my thighs together to keep some distance between us.He stops me, wrapping his hand around my upper thigh.He squeezes hard enough to bruise and my flesh dimples beneath his fingers.
“Absolutely fucking not, little bird,” he growls.“You’re going to open these legs for me and let me see how wet you are.”
He wrenches my thighs apart and leans in.My legs jerk as his nose brushes against my core.He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath through his nose.“You smell so good.You smell like mine.”
The scrape of his stubble against my pussy makes me groan.I look down, meeting his hungry eyes just before his tongue darts out and flicks my clit.My teeth slam down on my lower lip, holding back the pornographic sound that tries to jump from my mouth.
Desire pours through my body, lighting my nerve-endings on fire.I struggle against the feeling, as if by sheer willpower I could grab onto my sanity and bind it to myself.
“I could eat your pretty cunt all day,” he rasps against my folds, “lick you until I drown in your cum.But you haven’t earned that privilege today.”
God, yes, drown in me,the horny creature inside of me mewls.Wait, what?
Suddenly, I’m in the air, my body flipping before I tumble back toward the bed.The air rushes out of me with a grunt when my stomach collides with his legs.I wiggle and push, but a strong arm bands around my waist, keeping me locked against him.My breath comes in short pants, fanning against the mattress before huffing back into my face.Gray wraps his hand around my ponytail and yanks.A tingling burn spreads through my scalp as he pulls my head back.
I release a yelp when his hand slams down on my bare ass.“You will stop lying to me,” he demands, punctuating each word with a stinging smack.“Stop denying what you feel for me.Stop pretending you don’t want me, that there’s nothing between us.”
His open palm lands on the top of my thigh and I let out a screech.Hard, stinging slaps land on my skin, hitting every part of my backside.I pinch my lips together to keep the cries in my throat from screaming out of me.Each smack feels harder than the last and I'm not sure how long I can hold them inside.
Fire spreads from his palm, licking my skin as he strikes me.My ass burns and my eyes blur with tears.They dribble down my face in wet streaks before pooling into a damp patch on the sheet.I dig my fingers into the edge of the bed and pull with all my strength, but all I manage to do is wiggle in Gray's lap.His dick hardens, pressing against my stomach and the breath rushes out of me.
His breath whispers against the back of my neck and I freeze.“I know you feel it,” he murmurs.
My voice gasps out of me in a hoarse croak.“Feel what?”
He hums against my ear, forcing a choked moan from my lips.“That you're falling for me, Ava,” he whispers.
My stomach somersaults.I open my mouth to scream, to tell him that he’s wrong, that I’d never fall for someone like him, but the words don’t come.The only sound that makes its way past my lips is a strangled sob.A fresh wave of tears sting behind my eyes, blurring my vision.I pinch them shut, willing the tears not to fall.
“This is wrong.”The words whisper out of me so softly that I’m not sure he’ll hear.
“Does it feel wrong?”he asks, rubbing soothing circles over my sore cheeks.
I gulp, my mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land.Gray’s hand collides with my ass and I shriek as the fire on my skin relights.“I asked you a question,” he growls.“Does it feel wrong when you’re with me?”
“No.”
No, it doesn’t feel wrong.It feels anything but wrong.It feels…it feels…I don’t know what it feels like.I don’t know what this is.My heart aches in the softest way, in a way that I can’t understand.It feels like I’m…I’m…
Safe, the little voice inside of me whispers.
The sound of a hand colliding with my skin echoes through the room and I belt out a scream.Pins and needles assault my pussy with stabbing pain as he slaps between my legs.Once, twice, then three times before he stills.My clit pulses beneath the heat of his palm and arousal trickles down my thighs.
“That’s it,” Gray says, “stay right here with me.”I cry out when his fingers brush against my clit.His hand moves lower, making my core throb with need.He traces his fingertip around my entrance and I buck into his hand.My hips move erratically, grinding and gyrating, anything to make his finger slip inside of me.
“I’ll give you what you need, little bird.”Gray nips at the back of my neck.“But I won’t give you what you want.”
Gray lifts me, rolling me onto my back.I press my head into the pillows and stare up at him.The morning sun falls through the window and streaks over his skin, deepening the shadows beneath his muscles.I trace my eyes over his tattoos, following the shapes that whirl and writhe over his skin.He presses his pelvis between my thighs.I choke out a breath as I feel his erection pressing into me, barred only by the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
“Please,” I whimper, grinding my throbbing clit against him.
He leans in, his hand wrapping around my throat as his lips crash into mine.He swipes his tongue over the seam of my lips and my mouth falls open on a moan.He swallows my cries as his tongue slides against mine.The kiss consumes me, shooting lightning through my veins until my skin crackles with need.When he pulls away, my lips are swollen and tingling.
I arch my back, pulling myself up to reach him again.His hand on my throat stops me and I huff out a whine.He stares down at me, his lips curling into that devilish grin that makes my pussy drip.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” he says, “and right now, you need to submit, don’t you?”
Do I?My mind flits back to each time he’s taken control away from me, each time he forced me to submit to his will.I recall the way my body sagged with relief and my mind became blissfully quiet.I’m not naïve; I read enough books to know what sexual submission is, but that’s not meant for women like me.I’m too broken, too afraid, too damaged.
