His tone is hard with displeasure and his grip on my hair tightens. “Is that how you ask?”
“Please. I want…” I grind against his hand, hating myself even as I seek release.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me who you want to come for, kitten.”
“Please don’t make me,” I say instead.
“I can give you my cock instead,” he offers, mildly.
I swallow, still resisting, but when he moves I don’t know if his next position will be between my legs, so I give up. “I want you to make me come, Rafe.”
He rewards me with a soft kiss on the lips as his fingers work my pussy. “See, now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he murmurs against my lips. “Come for me now, Laurel.”
I cry out until my voice wavers, ending on a muted scream. Rafe lets go of my hair and I bury my face in the pillow, clutching it with both hands as he draws out my orgasm just to punish me. It’s a strange punishment, but it’s like he knows right now it’s the perfect one. My body needed the orgasm, but now he’s just making me fucking revel in it.
I want to hit him, but I don’t have the strength. The orgasm finally subsides, but I can’t catch my breath. As soon as I do, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.
Before I can make good on my silent threats, he rolls me over on my back, pins me do
wn with his thighs, and starts stroking his cock, way too close to my face. My gaze darts up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Taking your mouth,” he states.
“No,” I object, shaking my head wildly. “No.”
“Then stop me,” he says, easily.
Yeah, right. He has me pinned here like—
Then it hits me. I have a safe word. I can stop any of this, I just forgot. Before I can decide whether or not to utter it, it’s too late—Rafe pushes his cock inside my mouth, and then there’s no talking. Fuck. I grab onto his thigh and look up at him as he eases his cock about halfway in.
All of a sudden, the fight goes out of me. He has me effectively pinned. He won. My mouth is so full of him I can’t speak, and my body is still humming from the spitefully long orgasm he gave me.
There’s little point fighting him now. He’ll take my throat or he’ll let me suck his cock—one or the other is going to happen. Maybe both, because I can’t stop it.
Your mouth will be too full of my cock to use your safe word.
Ouch. Tears sting behind my eyes at the memory, so different from this one. Sin’s tenderness as he teased me. He ridiculed my safe word, but still reminded me I had one. I didn’t need one. I wanted him to invade me—and he did. And he’s still there, even though he shouldn’t be.
I close my eyes, afraid Rafe will notice them shining. I guess with his dick lodged halfway to my throat is a good time to get teary-eyed if I have to. If I can’t keep my shit together, I’ll just lean up and take him deep. He’ll think it’s his cock making my eyes water instead of the memory of someone else’s.
This should be an escape. Sex should shut my brain off. It did before, but now the thing I’m running from is stuck here with me. Even halfway across the fucking country, I feel this torn. Sin may as well be standing in this room watching me right now.
If he were, I’d drop to my knees and beg for the chance to worship him. I wouldn’t fight his domination like I’ve fought Rafe’s tonight; I would welcome it.
What is wrong with me?
He doesn’t even want me. I shouldn’t feel this way.
The taste of Rafe’s release in my mouth brings me back to what I’m doing, to my mouth working the wrong dick. Thankfully, Rafe wasn’t paying attention to any inner turmoil I was experiencing; he was too busy getting his dick sucked. I need to get my shit together, fast.
Rafe climbs off me and drops to the bed beside me, curling an arm around my waist and pulling me snugly against him. “Mm, that was fun.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, resting my hand on his arm.
I should have at least tried to muster more enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?” he asks, carefully.
I sigh heavily, shaking my head. “I don’t know. There’s something wrong with me.”