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

“Sir,” I hissed in response. I quickly got to the task and pulled down my slacks and kicked off my shoes.

I was furious and out of my mind with need. Nearing a month since my last orgasm, I was about to lose my mind. The room went completely dark and I panicked. I couldn’t see anything. I reached out in front of me and felt nothing. As I waited, my breathing escalated with my fear. This was Rhys, damn it; I had nothing to be afraid of. But I was. I was also intrigued. I listened closely but heard nothing, so I called out to him, feeling ridiculous for saying the word.

“Sir?” I could swear I heard a chuckle, but the second I thought that, I felt a brush across my breast. Gasping, I reached out, but he was gone.

“Please, I don’t like the dark. I need to know where you are,” I begged, the desperation in my voice apparent. Reaching behind me, I put my hand on the knob for a quick retreat. Naked or not, I was ready to flee. My body now facing the direction of my escape, I froze when I felt his breath on my neck. I immediately relaxed.

I felt the bite on my shoulder and melted into his mouth as he soothed it with his tongue. He spread my legs then

swiped his finger down my sex and felt me wet with need. I whimpered as I continued to feel his breath on my skin, not an ounce of light in the room.

“What can I do for you, Mrs. Harvell?” His tone was vicious. I jumped at the sound of it.

“Fuck me, please,” I said in a plea.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir.”

“Why should I give you my cock?” I heard the bite in his question.

“Rhys, please forgive me—”

“I told you not to call me by my name.” His voice was calm, even. It scared me more than his angry words. I stood there, shaking and unsure of what to do next. Seconds later, his hand was circling my sex. I cried out, so close to coming, and my forehead fell to the door. He jerked me away from the door and turned me around. I reached out for him and felt his chest rising and falling. I slid my hand down his chest, desperate to touch him, to feel more.

“Don’t you dare. You don’t get to touch me.” I whimpered again. As soon as I took my hands away, he brought my leg up, nudging my entrance with his thick head, and then slammed his cock into me. I screamed, clawing at his shoulders. He held my leg underneath my knee and when he pushed up, my back hit the door with each thrust. His cock was unbelievably hard and I could feel his desire for me more than ever. This was how he truly liked it. I knew it then.

I thrashed my body against his, giving him what he loved, and heard a moan escape him. There was a light and dark side to Rhys, and it seemed my villainous lie had released the dark. I was both devastated and elated by it. He filled me with his fucking, hard and hungry. His lips brushed my neck and I couldn’t stop the word from escaping my lips.

“Rhys,” I breathed.

He went still. His lips were close, his breathing matching my own. I could feel his need to connect, because it mirrored mine. I licked my lips in anticipation. One breath away from his kiss was enough to make my eyes water. I leaned in and he moved away, lowering my leg to the ground before pulling out of me.

Curling my fingers in frustration, I dug my nails into my hands. I was losing my pleasure because I couldn’t do one simple thing: shut the hell up. I wanted to be intimate with him, but right now, I wanted release more.

I stood, my thighs shaking, now alone in the dark again, until I heard the strike of a match. The flare from the phosphorus lit his face and I saw nothing but lust as he eyed me briefly. I began to shake as he ignited a large red candle and set it down on the floor next to a red leather chair beside him. He pumped his cock a few times, showing me what I craved most and patted the chair, ordering me to sit.

I walked over slowly and was about to sit when he turned me around quickly, lifting my knees onto the seat of the chair. I gripped the head of the chair, my body tilted down and out, leaving me exposed.

“Tell me, Mrs. Harvell, did your husband ever bother to pay attention to this perfect ass?” He circled my clit and I lost the ability to answer. The pull was there; I was close.

“Answer me!” His hand blistered the inside of my thigh and I screamed out, “NO!”

I saw the light flicker as he picked the candle up and jumped when I felt its contents trail down my back. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

I felt the lava on my back cooling as he blew across it and massaged it in. It smelled amazing and I moaned as he rubbed it all over my ass.

“Hmm, pity. He missed one hell of an opportunity.” He opened my backside and I felt more wax hit the top of my ass and cried out.

“Careful, we wouldn’t want to singe my pretty pussy. Don’t move.” He poured even more, and I gripped the sides of the chair so tightly the leather gave and I had to adjust my grip. He smoothed the oil onto my skin then moved his finger down to my tight hole, massaging it while rubbing in the sweet scented oil. I became terrified at the thought of his huge girth and I tensed. I saw the flicker again and then he was under me, his head resting on the seat and nestled between my thighs. Rhys pulled my legs further apart as he sank his tongue into me. He circled my entrance, darting his tongue in and out and then wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer as he buried the length of his tongue inside of me. His moan was guttural and animalistic and I almost came with its arrival.

Pressing my lips together so not a single word had a chance of escaping, I began to move along his tongue slowly. He swallowed my sex whole, capturing it with his mouth, sucking my clit and dipping his fingers in and out. I looked down as I rode his mouth and saw his eyes were black in the candlelight. I slid my ridge along his tongue as I watched his eyes close and open with desire. I felt the pull and moved my hips faster as he twisted his fingers, tugging and pulling the orgasm from me. It started at my core and burst through every single pore I had, sending me reeling and shaking uncontrollably.

He didn’t stop the lap of his tongue and I quickly pulled my hips up, trying to keep his tongue away from my sensitive clit. He smacked my ass, pulling me back down, plunging a finger inside my sex before moving it to my ass and pushing it in. I burst in his mouth, bucking and drowning in the sensation.

Defeated, I buried my head into the top of the chair. He rubbed my juices up and down my pussy, soaking me with it while keeping his finger moving in my ass.

“I’m going to fuck this ass tonight, Mrs. Harvell,” he said, coaxing me with his skilled hands, challenging me with his eyes as I peered down at him. Panic seized my chest as he slipped another finger inside my ass fully, thrusting them both and stretching me. He slipped out from under me, keeping his fingers inside as his cock brushed my ass. The candle flickered again and I braced myself. The hot oil was less intense now and I reveled in the feeling. My senses reeled with the movement of his fingers. He pulled them out, covering me with even more oil mixed with my juice, and I felt his fingers deep again. He leaned over me. “Now I’ll own all of you.”