Page 79 of Come for Me
Dax doesn’t want me to think about whether to follow his words but to obey.
“I believe I told you to crawl to me, darling,” he drawls.
Lowering myself, I place my hands on the floor, then slowly crawl toward him, sticking my ass up in the air, dropping my shoulders.
“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy.” He licks his lips.
With the way he’s looking at me, it’s hard to feel anything but desire.
I’m on my knees. Dax pulls me by my hair into him, crouching to meet me face-to-face. Inhaling my scent, he exhales, and his eyes flash gold.
I’m greeted with a single possessive kiss, a reward for choosing his need for my submission over my pride, which is, apparently, worth one praise kink.
Worth it.
“I find it hard to believe you didn’t have this device long before you met me to use on all your bitches,” I retort, half joking, half curious yet fully disgusted at the thought.
I don’t know why I ask questions that don’t benefit me.
Dax smiles against my skin as his lips brush over my mark, sending tingles down my spine. He sinks his canines into the spot, causing me to moan. His teeth slide out of my flesh with ease, leaving bite marks.
Dax laps up the blood, moaning as he tastes me, and hisses, “Didn’t have to. They listened.”
Damn him.
I scoff and look away, pissed at the comparison.
Dax tips my chin toward him. “Does that make you angry, my queen? That someone else has felt me inside them?” He cups my breast.
“Speak.”
He commands like I’m his dog.
“No,” I lie.
Waiting in silence, he raises an eyebrow.
He’s not buying it.
I sigh. “Yes, my king.”
“Good girl. I thought so.” Leaning back, Dax unbuttons his pants, letting his hard cock spring to attention. “I want you to choke on it for me like a good fucking girl.”
I wrap my hands around his throbbing cock, wetting my lips. Dax moves my hair out of my face, gathering loose strands in his fist, easing me down. He guides and controls my head with the push and pull of my hair knotted around his hand, and I gag immediately. As he thrusts deeper, he hits the back of my throat.
My instincts kick in, and I move to pull away, my hands pushing against his thighs as he shoves his hard length past the gag.
“Breathe through your nose.”
I do as he says, and immediately, the panic subsides, and I moan.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “Shit! You give good head.”
My pussy soaks itself as he moves my mouth over his cock, heat pooling as my slickness spreads with my movements. I grow needy as he continues using me for his pleasure. My hair pulls and stings with the thrusts he takes. My hips writhe againstthe pain of his pull on my roots and the slam of his dick deep into my throat. But here, on my knees, I swear nothing feels as good as him.
I stand corrected when currents lick my neck and the vibrator hums, the device plunging into my ass.
My eyes widen as I let out a muffled scream with him still in my throat. When my lips meet the base of his cock, he strains and groans.
