“I… I’m too sore…” I’m praying for mercy, all while knowing I won’t be getting any, at least not today. Xander is showing me the side of him that everyone else gets. He’s showing me that if I get too close, he’ll bite, much like a cornered animal.
“I told you not to touch or talk to anybody. I told you not to speak to me unless you are spoken to. I told you to follow my fucking rules or you will pay dearly. You didn’t make it twenty minutes before breaking every single one of those rules, and I’m starting to think you aren’t taking me serious?”
He leans in real close, his nose nearly touching mine. I can feel the danger oozing out of him and my first instinct is to run, hide, and protect myself from the evil man before me. But I don’t. I can’t. If I want to understand him, then I have to face him, the beast, the darkness.
“No, I am, but I don’t understand why you’re so mad? I didn’t do anything. Everything was fine until I brought up my feelings in the shower.”
“Your feelings don’t mean shit to me.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, taking me with him. He grabs me by the shoulder, his fingers pressing harshly into my skin, causing me to whimper. He pushes me down to the floor and onto my knees before him and it’s then that I realize exactly what he wants.
I actually calm down a bit, knowing that this is something I can do. I can give him pleasure this way. I peek up at him, as I push a couple strands of hair behind my ear. I take his length into my hand and feel its weight. My thumb rubs across the silky-smooth tip and over the slit.
“Your mouth, Mouse. I want your fucking mouth. Don’t use your teeth, and don’t bite me. Otherwise, you won’t like what happens,” he hisses, weaving his hands into my hair, guiding me to his length. I open my mouth and let him slide over my tongue as far as he can go before making me gag.
I close my lips around him and start sucking, alternating between hard and soft sucks. A low groan fills my ears, and I keep sucking and swirling my tongue at his tip. I pull out a little and stroke him with my hand, just like I did last time.
Then I take him as deep as I can again, but this time, he won’t let me go back. The hand in my hair tightens and he holds my head in place with it. Instead of sliding back out, he pushes his penis to the back of my throat, making me gag. My eyes water, and I look up at him, pleading with him to stop.
“Just relax your throat, breathe in through your nose, and swallow with every stroke.” He takes his other hand and places it against my cheek, stroking it with his knuckles. His touch is comforting, and he looks down at me with the adoration in his eyes instead of fury like earlier.
I do as he tells me, swallowing around his length as he moves in and out of my mouth deeply. I still gag, but it becomes more bearable with each stroke. Tears slip from my eyes as he uses my mouth just like he would my body.
I watch pleasure contort in his features, and his hips thrust harder, faster. I can barely breathe through his movements, but I’m still watching him take from me, watching him use me. It turns me on. My pussy clenches, and though it’s sore, I know that if Xander touched me right now, it would turn into molten lava.
“You’re mine, Mouse… mine…” He slams all the way to the back of my throat, his grip tightening as he comes harshly, his teeth clenched, and his eyes closed. I swallow the salty release down, swirling my tongue across his slit one last time as he pulls out of my mouth. When his eyes finally open, there’s a calmness to the storm that was brewing before.
He helps me to my feet and traces a knuckle against my jaw before dressing himself.
“If you don’t want me to treat you like this again, then don’t pretend there is anything more than sex between us. I don’t want to hear about your feelings. I don’t want to hear about anything personal. I just want your pleasure, and maybe a little bit of your pain. Do you understand me?”
I lick my lips and nod my head.
“Good, now let’s go back to our seats.” He opens the door, and I walk back to my seat, my eyes trained to the floor. I hope Keira doesn’t think differently of me now. I understood before why he was so angry, why he had so much fire in his eyes, but I get it much more now that he’s spoken to me.