Page 39 of Under His Command
His fingers retract and I try to take in huge heaps of air, but Rowan pushes himself between my lips faster than I can blink. He’s big and hard, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I start gagging again. The sound is loud and dirty, and it makes him smile down on me. Then he stops, letting me adjust to him, his head dipped back and eyes closing slowly as he chases his own high.
“You think you’re cute,” he laughs.
Thrust.
“Lying to me… defying me like you don’t know what I’m made of.”
Thrust.
“Look at you now, angel. Crying with a mouthful of cock—my cock. Drooling all over it like a filthy, filthy girl. Not so cute anymore, are we?”
Holding my chin in place with one hand and the top of my head with the other, he fucks my mouth rough and hard, grunting and moaning while I do exactly what he describes—crying, drooling, and leaking with arousal from that rope digging into my pussy.
As if on cue, Rowan pulls on it and I cry out, the pain and the pleasure intensifying. My wrists are numb at this point, and so are my ankles. There’s probably no blood going through them right now as I lie here with my head upside down, gagging on his cock.
“Will you lie to me again?”
I choke out a “no” but I’m not sure he understands me.
“I can’t hear you, Dove. My cock is still buried in your warm mouth.”
Fresh tears fall on my cheeks, mixing with the drool running down my chin. I look up at him, pleading eyes and all, while I repeat the word again, and again, and again like a chant.
I won’t lie. I’ll never lie again.
His dark laugh fills the room, and then I feel his warm seed spill down my throat. I look up at him while I swallow, his expression feral and ready to go another round.
“I won’t,” I say, just to make sure he got it, with my voice rough and dry. “I won’t lie. I’m so sorry,” I sob.
“I know you are, angel,” he coos, untying the rope that sits between my pussy lips and caressing my red and swollen clit with his long finger, dulling out the pain. I shiver under his touch, licking traces of him off my lips and swallowing those too. “Now let’s make this pussy come one last time. Yes?”
“It… hurts. My wrists hurt.”
“I know they do. You’ll be free as soon as you come again. Just one more, angel. Can you give me one more?” He asks it, yet he already knows the answer. My pussy arches upward, chasing his finger, wanting it to add more pressure to my clit.
“That’s it.” He slides his finger across my clit, drawing soft circles around it while he pinches my nipple with the other hand. “Such a good girl. Let go, angel.”
His fingers travel down to the entrance of my pussy, smearing my wetness back around my clit. I’m throbbing everywhere, my legs shaking and chest heaving with shallow breaths.
“Come for me.”
I cry out, eyes snapping shut while my pussy clamps down on his finger one last time, pulsing with a shorter—but still very much intense—release. I come down gradually, feeling my entire body ache and loosen at the same time. I feel sweaty and dirty everywhere. But when I open my eyes, Rowan still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman this world has ever seen.
After he cradled me in his arms and let me cry into the crook of his neck while he bathed me, Rowan helped me get dressed in this beautiful misty rose-pink dress that he bought me as a surprise. It’s a silky slip-dress designed with a drapey neckline, a stem-showing side vent, and an open back. It molds perfectly to my body, accentuating just the right places.
“Ready?” he asks, caressing my hand with his thumb.
We’re about to meet the President and the First Lady of the United States. And once we get out of the car, we’re going to have to rush past all the photographers and journalists who somehow found out we were having this meeting today.
“I’m actually really nervous. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Don’t be. They’re just like you and me. In fact, we probably have more in common than you think.”
“Like what?”
He smirks. “You’ll see.”
“Wait!” I touch his arm before he gets a chance to open the car’s door. “There’s something I wanted to ask you. About Zain…”
