Sugar

He was mocking me, giving me what I wanted but making sure it was on his terms. I grunted and tried to shift my hips away, but his hand groped my breast, squeezing hard and forcing me to stay put.

“My turn, Avery. Stay still.”

I sucked in a breath as he thrust hard and fast, giving me no time to adjust or think. My head fell forward as he released my hair, but then his hand closed around the front of my throat, drawing me back to his chest and pressing my front into the wall.

“Tell me to fuck off, and I’ll stop.” He shoved his dick as deep as it could fit and I gasped. “Say no, and I’ll listen. Tell me to get off, and your wish is my command. Or just enjoy it for once.”

He bit my shoulder, and I whimpered, my fingers holding his as they wrapped around my neck. I could breathe fine. He wasn’t cutting off my air, but he was holding me in such a vulnerable position.

I couldn’t slow my heart from racing out of control. His other hand pressed against my lower abdomen, his splayed fingers seeking my clit.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

My feet stepped wide, balancing precariously on my toes, and I started at my compliance. It was as if I moved out of panic, but I wasn’t scared. Not really. Not of anything he could do to me physically. But I was terrified of the things he was doing to me on the inside.

He rubbed my pussy, his dick pistoning in rapid strokes and I was suddenly screaming as my body clamped around his, pulsing until my legs gave out. His arm banded around my midsection, lifting me to my toes as he pinned me to the wall and continued to fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked.

My body was thrumming with pleasure, replete, and satisfied, but he wasn’t done, and it became perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to stop until he was good and satisfied.

He suddenly withdrew, and I whimpered. I groaned as he hauled me from the wall and tossed me on the bed. He gripped his cock, guiding it back inside of me, his hands holding my legs wide.

Outside, he’d been an angel in the snow, but here he was the devil in the dark. How could one man possess so many different sides?

Why was I letting him do this to me, fuck me like I belonged to him, like he owned me? I should be fighting him.

I lifted a hand to scratch his chest, and he caught my wrist before I even made contact, squeezing in warning, and pinning it to the bed. My legs bent back as he leaned forward, folding me against the mattress as his rapid thrusts slowed. The room quieted, as we held each other’s stare and panted.

“Do you want me to stop, Avery?”

Maybe it was because I didn’t want him to think I was weak. Or maybe it was because I wanted to be nothing in that moment but the source of his pleasure. I didn’t know why, but not knowing made me want to scream.

Swallowing tightly, I glared into his eyes, accepting his challenge, and rasped, “If you can’t go on...”

He slammed his hips forward, the blunt intrusion shutting me up and exemplifying his strength over me. Maybe it was because I wanted to see how far he’d go. How much it would take for him to actually break me, but the pain only added to my pleasure.

He fucked me for days, years, and centuries. Time didn’t exist where we were, because the way he fucked me, it ensured the only thing that existed in my thoughts was him. And the longer he controlled the moment, the lighter my burdens weighed, shrinking into nothingness. Just Noah. Only Noah. Noah.

He was my god and master, my lord and savior. My only one, my everything. I didn’t know how he did it or if it was even real, but nothing inside of me had the nerve or the will to tell him to stop. And in a twisted way, I envied him because he so easily consumed all the power I wished belonged to me.

When he pulled out, he ripped the condom off and crawled over my fatigued body. His hand cupped the back of my neck, lifting my head off the pillows.

“Open your mouth.”

My mouth parted like a puppet, as if he held every string. He pressed his cock deep into my mouth, and my eyes watered. His grip on my neck tightened, and he smiled.

“Look at those full lips wrapped around my cock. No getting out of it this time. I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now.”

My shoulders tensed as he pressed deeper. He slowly wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, pulling back ever so slightly and angling in again. The crown of his cock pressed against the back of my throat and I moaned, the sound garbled and semi-panicked.