Page 77 of Come for Me
Tossing the bedspread off my body, I’m confused when I look down to see myself in a cherry-red chemise, with lace splaying over my breasts. I wasn’t wearing this earlier, nor is it a part of my wardrobe.
Did he dress me while I was sleeping?
Already knowing the answer, I focus on the male in front of me. I crawl to the foot of the bed with every intention of climbing into Dax’s lap and lick up his chiseled jaw.
“You don’t leave our bed until I tell you to,” Dax states, his tone dark.
This stops me in my tracks.
Huffing, I roll my eyes. “Yeah, oh-kay.” Dismissing his demanding nature, I swing my legs over the front of the bed.
It isn’t until my feet kiss the floor that I’m stopped, a wave of shocks licking up my neck like a jellyfish. A vibration buzzesagainst my clit, in my velvet center... and something pumps in my ass. I fist the sheets and cry out.
Holy fucking shit—what was that?
Once the sensations subside, I blink at him, confused.
Dax sips his drink, holding a small remote. He looks unbothered, but under the surface, his anger is a monsoon. Dax’s hostility is a spectrum, one where I can pinpoint which stage he’s in.
Where he stands now is what I’ve dubbed “the calm before the storm” stage. During this phase, his wolf circles me, his prey. He knows he has the upper hand, and therefore, I don’t get to see the explosive anger. Instead, I get the indifference, the “I couldn’t care less about you” and the “boredom.”
He’s not easily amused with my bratty behavior during this stage, and he will get what he wants because, in his eyes, I’ve already lost, making his win inevitable. For Dax, this is the time he is finished torturing his victims and moves in for the kill.
Dax grins.
What has he done to me?
Frantically, I grab at my neck, hoping what I experienced isn’t the punishment I think it is. Any hope I have is crushed when I feel a thick metal ring snug against my neck. I claw desperately for even the slightest bit of a gap, but there isn’t one. I feel around the metal for a flaw, a crack, a clasp—something. With all my strength, I try to pull it off, bend it, but there’s no use. His smirk tells me this thing’s not coming off until he wants it to.
Something pumps out of me in a place where no man has been before. I trail my hands down and stop at a rubber bulb at my bud. Sliding my hand back, I notice that connected to the rubber device on my clit is another he’s inserted into my vagina.
I suck in a breath and trail more to find another device lodged into a forbidden space.
“Do you like it? I had it made just for you. Seems I need to create new ways to torture you.”
“What the f—”
He sends another electric current to my neck, cries erupting from my throat. The pain perfectly balances out with the pleasure from the humming against my pussy and the pumping into my ass.
I’m so full. It’s too much.
I bite my lip to keep myself from yelling more expletives.
“Good girl.”
Dax sets his drink down on the cherrywood end table next to him and licks the scotch off his lips. He clasps his hands together, folding each finger into the crevice of the other, and rests them on his belly.
“You screamed his name,” Dax chastises.
His wolf’s aura moves from calm to storm, which is only ever directed one way, unhinged and merciless.
Poking the bear anyway, I feign innocence. “Who? Caleb?”
Dax sends another current to my neck, and my pussy is drooling between my thighs. I’m overwhelmed. My body has a mind of its own now. It rolls and rocks, screaming unintelligent things.
Pinching my legs together isn’t enough this time.
I’m both relieved and disappointed when the pleasure stops.
