Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

He pulled out of me abruptly and I cried at the loss of him. He was under me in seconds, cutting the ties. I moved to rise to my full height when he grabbed my hair, pulling my face to his roughly.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?” His eyes were pure steel, cold and devastating. “Get on your knees.”

He let go of my hair and I sank to my knees on the cold floor. I didn’t have time to prepare myself as he pushed his dick in my mouth and I immediately started choking on him. It lit a fire in me, making me work harder. He let me use my hands and I lightly massaged his thighs before moving them around to grip his ass, taking him deeper. I moaned at the way he was looking down at me. I could see a hint of surprise in his eyes as I took him

as hard as he gave it. I loved every second of him fucking my mouth.

“You like that, Mrs. Harvell?” He gripped my head, holding it with both hands, and I felt his cock pulse. “Open wide.”

He came then, shooting his hot load straight down my throat, gripping the sides of my head and jacking into me without mercy. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean then moved to his sack and sucked hard as I continued to pump his cock. His legs trembled, and I got another moan from him. I couldn’t hide the curl of my lips.

“Enough!” He pulled away and turned his back to me. “Get out.”

I stood, stunned. He hadn’t given me what I needed. I walked away slowly, sure he wasn’t done. When I was dressed, I waited at the door, hoping for something, anything.

“Get. Out.”

I moved to the door and turned around one last time to see him pull on his jacket. His face twisted as he looked up and saw me standing there. I also saw hurt. I hoped he saw mine.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t wait to see his face as I turned and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

It was the first time Rhys had ever left me unsatisfied, and I knew I deserved it. I walked to my car, legs shaking, unsure of what to do. I sat in the parking lot, and less than a minute later, I saw Rhys leaving, his bag in his hand. He didn’t even look my way. I pulled out before he had a chance to.

Days later, I stood at the glass double doors of the house I was showing, thinking of him. If he wanted me to crave him, he had done his damn job.

How the hell had I made it out of that situation without a mark on me? My arms had burned like hell afterward, and I had to once again soak in Epsom salt.

God, that whole experience was incredible. And if loving it made me a freak, so be it; I had walked into the land of misfits and fit right in. I loved the power that man exuded. His influence over me, with only a gesture or one word command, was mind blowing. Without hesitation, I would do anything he asked. I trusted him, even though I had never seen him so angry.

And I really needed to learn when to shut the hell up.

The ache in my body told me I was the worst submissive ever, yet I loved it. The look in his eyes, his parted lips as I rode his cock, made me squirm and tighten my thighs. I wanted him so badly. My new revelation was that I loved being fucked viciously. I still remembered the slight amount of surprise in his eyes when he had taken me so roughly and realized I loved it. Not letting me orgasm was definitely a good way to get back at me for my lie. Although, I was sure if I hadn’t fought him so hard, he would have given me what I wanted.

Thoughts of him consumed me and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he filled me and gripped my throat. It was just so raw…so damn…HOT. My body was screaming for relief, but I refused to do anything about it. And then I would remember how beautiful he looked the morning after we’d made love. It was always in the forefront of my mind. The way he kissed me, the way he smiled at me while he faced me on the pillow, his dark hair a mess and adoration in his eyes, for me. Rhys made me feel beautiful, cared about, wanted. I craved that side of him. I’d ruined a good thing with Rhys. I’d had a chance to be with him and blown it. I’d spent the last three weeks mourning the thought of what if with Rhys, but I’d spent the last year doing the same for another man. Maybe I’d lost the chance of a relationship with Rhys, but I still had the chance to explore my dark side with him. The problem was, I wanted both. My only hope was that he wouldn’t punish me the same way twice.

“Mrs. Harvell?” I quickly realized there were tears running down my face, which was humiliating. The couple I was showing the house to had stopped their discussion as they walked around the empty house while I’d been lost in thoughts of Rhys.

“Sorry,” I said, catching my tears on my sleeve. They looked slightly concerned, but had grace enough to let me recover. “So, what do you think?”

“We love it! We’ll have an offer to you soon.” They stood so close to each other, it was easy to tell they were recently married. How did I get from where they were to where I was?

Easy answer, Vi. Alex. Fucking Alex.

“That’s wonderful. I’m so happy you love it. I knew it would suit you two. I hope you’ll be happy here.”

As I walked them out, I noticed they had to be in their early twenties. Ending my inner musing, I locked the door and turned to leave, watching as he opened the door for her and sighing as I remembered the last man who had done that for me.

I had to get over this. This was supposed to be an adventure, not the focal point of my new life. But Rhys knew it was more; I knew it was more. And now it was just sex…again.

How could he just emotionally shut me out so quickly?

I either had to accept my fate as his new RED playmate or move on. This was a dangerous game. My heart was involved. I was already hurt by the way he treated me, but then again, it had turned me on. I’d been right about my desires all along.

I’d had my warning. RED was RED. It meant extreme, and from what I’d been shown, I knew it could only get darker.

I hated that he wouldn’t speak to me. I wanted to be his playmate. I also wanted to be the girl who fell asleep in his arms. I could have had both. Now I couldn’t and he gave me no choice. The next time he wanted to play, I would have to be ready. I had to take my heart out of the ring, but with Rhys, it seemed impossible.

I walked into the building feeling like a foreigner in a strange land. It was amazing what a year of being out of someone’s life could do, how you see things differently, more clearly. I was a stranger here. Some of the office personnel took a double take as they noticed me. I guess it really had been that long.