Page 45 of Fire
“Well, you were partially right about me wanting to strangle you.” His gaze focuses on my mouth. “It just wasn’t with my hands.”
Heat flares through me at his words. “You mean all those times I was yelling at you, you were?—”
“Oh yeah,” he says, his voice roughening, like it does when he’s turned on. “I figured the only way to shut you up was to put you down on your knees and feed you my cock until the only sound you made was gagging when my big cock choked you.”
I take his words in, remembering all the times I’d be ranting at him and he’d just calmly stare back at me. And to find out the whole time he was imagining his cock in my mouth.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I run through the memories of that first week with Luca and imagine if he had acted on his fantasies. Shit, I would have needed knee pads with all the tantrums I threw. The image of me in mid-rant, and him pushing me down to the floor and then being choked by his big cock has me hard and wishing it hadn’t just been a fantasy.
It doesn’t have to be.
The idea hits me, and before I can think about it too much and become self-conscious, I act.
“Jesus, Luca,” I bitch. “You put too many goddamned logs on the fire again, and now it feels like a sauna in here.”
For a brief second Luca looks surprised at the abrupt change of mood and subject, but the sudden blaze of fire in his dark eyes, tell me he’s caught on.
“I’ll open the door,” he says in his most conciliatory tone. “That should cool things down.”
“And then it will be too cold.” I get up from the chair and storm over to him. “Seriously.” I let out a long, rude sigh of utter contempt. “Can’t you do anything right? You’re supposed to be my bodyguard, as inguarding my body. Temperatureregulation should be the most basic of the required tasks you’re meant to fulfill. One, that you obviously can’t seem to master. I bet you?—”
“Enough,” Luca roars, standing up, his empty water glass falling to the floor at his sudden movement and from the sound of it shattering into pieces.
Neither of us bother looking at the broken glass. Our eyes are locked on each other as Luca takes a menacing step in my direction. I instinctively take a few steps back. I’ve never felt safer with anyone than I do with Luca, but in this moment, there’s a dark promise of retribution in his brooding eyes and coiled tight body that sends a strange combination of arousal and alarm skittering through me.
He doesn’t let me escape. With every step I take in retreat, he advances until my back hits the wall. I’m trapped, and from the grim smile on Luca’s face, that’s exactly how he wants me.
Reaching out he cups my chin in his large hand and traces my mouth with his thumb, his calloused skin rough against my lips. He pushes past them and begins exploring my mouth. I hollow my cheeks to suck his thumb like it’s his cock, but he glares at me and grips my jaw tight until I submit and loosen my cheeks. He’s driving home the clear message that he’s in charge. I may have started this little game, but he’ll be the one to finish it.
“So much venom coming out of this pretty, pretty mouth,” He croons. “But I think I know how to sweeten it.”
Lightning fast, he pulls his hand from my mouth and places it around my neck, and spins us around so it’s him, who has his back against the wall.
“Swallow,” he orders.
I do as he says while he caresses my throat muscles. “Good,” he praises “Soon, you’re going to do that around my cock.”
Hands still around my neck, he lowers me to the ground. “Now put your hands behind your back.”
He waits for me to follow his order, unzips his jeans, and takes out his cock out. At the sight of it, already hard and weeping, I forget myself and bring my hands up to grasp it.
“I told you. Hands behind your back.” Luca’s voice snaps hard like a whip, and I immediately yank them back behind me.
“Good,” he says, just standing there looking down at me until finally, he brings his cock to my mouth and rubs the tip against my lips, coating them in delicious precum “Every time you opened up that smart mouth of yours and started ranting, I wanted you just like this— on your knees and at my mercy.”
He uses one hand to grip the back of my head and the other to pry open my jaw. I feel a thrill at his total control. “Take my cock,” he orders, forcing it deep inside my mouth, his thickness filling me, stretching me until the tip of him crowds the back of my throat. Finally satisfied he’s buried himself as far as I can take him, he looks down at me on my knees for him, stuffed full of his pulsing cock, and smiles.
“You look even better like this than I imagined,” he says in a wicked tone that sends shivers through me.”
I can’t move. Luca’s tight grip on my jaw and the back of my head keeps me immobile, unable to perform the normal tricks and techniques I’ve learned to please my bed partners. I sense Luca doesn’t want any of those skills. He just wants my mouth to use as his own fuck toy and something about that has me moaning around his cock. The need to be used by him is overwhelming. I’m desperate for him to begin fucking my mouth.
The power this man has over me. Bringing out buried desires that I never would have felt safe enough to let myself feel with anyone else. I close my eyes, postponing my total surrender to him. He’s overtaken all of my senses, except for sight, and Iknow if I look up at him, I’ll be totally lost to him, which I both crave and fear.
I’ll give him everything, and when he leaves me there will be nothing left.
“Look at me,” he says gripping my hair tightly until I open my eyes to find his dark brown eyes locked to mine, their message clear, it’s pointless to fight, in this moment he owns me.
