Page 486 of Once Upon a Fable

I’d obeyed because I’d had no choice, even while I’d felt a buzzing in my blood that should never have been there. And I understood why he’d done that now. I understood the vulnerability inside him. The depth of pain after having so many people command him to serve and never being the one in the position of power.

I moaned around him, getting carried away with need.

“Gemma, goddammit,” he hissed. “What are you doing to me? I can’t...I don’t think I can—” His chin fell onto his chest, his eyes blazing black. “You have to stop.”

My lips popped as I pulled him from my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“No.”

“Use me.”

“No way.”

“Get it out, Kas. Use me to soak up whatever might haunt you tonight. Give me everything, feed me every trigger, let me carry all your pain.”

His eyes glossed with liquid as his hips pulsed, his cock sliding between my fist. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. I’m on my knees because I want to be. I want you to control me because it will remind you that you’re free. Free to leave the gala tonight at any point. Free to ignore anyone you want. Free to reject anything you’re not comfortable with. If you can’t use me when I’m begging you to, then how will you know you’re safe within a crowd of strangers?”

His eyebrows shot down, shadowing his glittering eyes. “You’re begging?”

I nodded and pressed a kiss to his cock. “Yes. I’m wet for you, Kas. My body wants whatever you want to give me.”

He licked his lips, indecision all over his handsome face.

I bent my head and inserted his hardness into my mouth again. I grazed his delicate flesh with a barely-there scrape of my teeth.

“Holy Christ—” He grabbed my shoulders, digging his fingers in, most likely leaving me with bruises. “Suck me. If you’re begging, thensuck me.”

I did as he commanded, almost gagging on his length as I bobbed over his cock.

His guttural groan made another trickle of wetness roll down my inner thigh. I squirmed on the carpet, turned on beyond belief. How the hell was I supposed to go to the gala after this? I’d leave a wet patch on my dress the whole evening.

Kas stiffened, his hands pushing me away until my head tipped up and his cock slipped free. “You’re hurting.”

I shook my head. “Wanting, not hurting.”

We shared a look. A sacred look between two people who had chosen each other over anyone, and then he smiled. A sinful, savage smile that made my stomach swoop. “Stand up.”

I scrambled to my feet.

He ran a finger over my nipple, making me shiver.

“You’ll truly do anything I ask?”

I nodded, my chest heaving for air.

God, he was unbelievably gorgeous, standing with his cock erect and wet, jutting out from his scarred body hidden in a tailored tux.

“In that case, go over to the couch.”

I swayed on the spot, blinking.

“Move,” he rasped. “Get your ass over to that couch before I spank it.”

I moved, darting naked to the couch and waiting for his next order.

“Bend over the arm.”