Fated Lies (Lies 3)

She smiles at me. “Good boy.”

I growl. “I’m not a dog.”

She laughs and rewards me with a passionate kiss that almost knocks me off balance. She grabs onto my hair to steady me, and I realize she has even more control with me standing weakly in front of her.

She breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck, my chest, and then she kneels in front of me.

“Liesel, you don’t—”

“I’m in control. I don’t want to hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name.”

She grips my pants and yanks them down before licking her lips and staring at my naked body. My cock is hard and straining toward her. I want nothing more than to grab her hair and slide my cock down her throat, but she’s in control, and I won’t dare hurt her. Not in this way. She’s been hurt by too many men. If there is one thing I want to show her is that some men can be trusted with her body. She just has to learn how to choose the right ones.

She leans forward with her eyes on me as her lips press a kiss to the tip of my cock. The single touch proves this is going to take all of my restraint to not take control. She’s not the only person who has gone through trauma. Ours might be different, but it still controls us both the same—with flashes of nightmares, need for power, and inability to love.

“I want you, killer. Don’t ever think I don’t. Tell me that you want me,” she whispers as she wraps her hand around my cock.

“I want you too, huntress.” I don’t speak because she commands me to, but because it’s the truth.

I want to grab her. I want to wrap her legs around my waist and fuck her against the wall. Against the floor. With her riding on top of me. But I know that can’t happen. I won’t let our first time be under duress in this cramp tower. She deserves better than that. Better than me. Better than any man.

“Grab my hair,” she says with her lips pressed against my cock.

“If I grab your hair, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold back,” I croak out. I’m afraid I’ll slam her head and pump her mouth over me too hard as I thrust into her mouth.

She grins. “Try to keep up with me.”

Then she thrusts her mouth over my cock, taking all of me into her mouth until I’m halfway down her throat. I grip her hair, more to keep from falling over than to pump her head over my shaft.

And then she’s sliding her mouth over me. Her pace is wicked as she hungrily slides her mouth and hand over my length. Her tongue swirls around the tip before plunging me back into her throat.

She takes complete control over my body, something I’m not used to. When I’m with other women, they like a man in power, and I like tying them up and being the violent monster they all think I am.

But watching Liesel on her knees in front of me, stroking me and me completely at her mercy—if I ever thought I could fall in love with a woman, I would right now.

Her eyes flirt up at me, knowing that even if I wanted to take control, I couldn’t. She holds all the power. I’m weak for her, and I’ve never enjoyed feeling weak more than I do right now.

“Huntress,” I warn through a rasp in my throat.

I don’t know if she’ll swallow my seed, let me come on her body, or spit it out. And for once, I’m happy to let her choose.

I grip her head harder as her she lets a hint of her teeth scrape against my sensitive skin. I feel like a feral animal as she pumps over me. She’s awakened a wildness in me I didn’t know existed—at least, not when I’m with a woman.

“Liesel!” I scream as I pump my cum between her lips, spilling the salty liquid onto her tongue. She takes every drop I give her as I shudder. Then she swallows my cum down her throat, but she doesn’t remove her mouth from my cock. She takes her time sucking every last drop and then licking me clean.

I still grip her hair as she continues to kneel in front of me. I’m too dizzy and out of my mind to stand on my own.

She smirks, reveling in the effect she has on me. She grabs my hand as she stands and kisses me softly on the lips. She’s afraid if she kisses me too hard, I’ll faint, and I probably would.

“Now, we can sleep.”

She leads me by the hand back to the spot where we’ve slept every night, and then she helps me to sit before retrieving my pants and tossing them to me. I wiggle them back on one-handed while she sits down next to me.

“Thank you,” I say as the hormones flow through my body, easing any pain in either of my arms.

“Don’t thank me for letting me take what I wanted.”

I lean my head against her forehead, wishing we could truly take what we both want. Wishing