Rival hero a redleg secu.., p.20
Rival Hero: A Redleg Security Novel, page 20
She pulses faster against me, and I can’t hold back a groan at the delicious sensation.
“Yes.” She slides her open hands to my chest, giving me a slight shove. “Lay back. Let me start earning you.”
“Oh no, Mia. Not like that.” My voice grows harsher, rougher. “I want you on your knees. In front of the wall. Hands behind your back.”
She gasps, gulping in such a large whoosh of air that she nearly chokes. Once the shock fizzles, her expression is molten lava. The rims of green around her inky pupils grow thin, and she bats her lashes at me while offering an eager nod of agreement.
Welp, no turning back now.
I shift my weight off her. As soon as she’s free, she scampers from the couch to the living room wall like someone lit a fire under her ass.
Wanton little tiger.
Working my way to her, I notice the open laptop on the coffee table, and guilt steals some of the excitement.
The missing girl. She needs our help.
We should be working the case and not fucking around. Dammit.
Mia notices my slowing pace and sagging posture. “Cal, there’s nothing we can do to help her until Tomer leaves the office so I can run the program.”
I check my watch, realizing it’s unlikely that he’s done yet. Even on a slow day, he doesn’t leave his desk before ten. And then he’s still in the building, utilizing the Redleg gym. We’ve got ninety minutes to kill. Probably more.
When I glance at Mia, she leans against the wall and melts to her knees. She holds my stare the entire time, pink lips parted and that delectable tongue peeking out.
Guilt recedes at the sight of her on her knees, offering herself to me like a sacrifice. She locks her arms behind her back, and when she tilts her chin up and lets her jaw fall slack, I nearly come on the spot.
The pull to her is so strong it leaves me short of breath, like she’s gripping me by the lungs.
Stalking closer, I let the anticipation build for us both. No hurry to my movements.
Although I want to rush, to whip my cock out and come down her throat, I’m going to savor every second.
This is all new for me. Our dynamic is intoxicating and confusing. It’s not quite taboo or forbidden, but it’s not innocent or pure either.
In a way, she’s giving me a chance to be someone else in these heated moments. To escape my reality and temporarily erase everything wrong in my life. To focus strictly on pleasure.
Our bodies.
Our connection.
Whoever this beast is who’s taken over my body, he’s also freeing me, giving life to a piece of myself I never knew existed. A piece that’s selfish and primal. Raw and needy.
My feet still, planting me mere inches in front of her. Arousal dances across her expression, and the blush of her cheeks is so pronounced it obscures her adorable freckles.
Desperate to feel her touch, I palm the side of her cheek and run my thumb over her lower lip.
I’m going to destroy these lips.
I need to warn her to make sure she’s on board because this monster is not the man she went to bed with a few weeks ago.
“Mia, the things I want to do to your mouth would make a Marine blush.”
“Do them. Do all the things,” she agrees before I can elaborate.
A morbid grin slips up my face at her exuberance. “Be careful, Mia. Tonight, I won’t be the same man I was the last time I was inside you.”
“Good. I don’t deserve him.”
I chuckle darkly. “No, you don’t. I’m going to treat you like the bad girl you’ve been. Use you for my pleasure, not yours.” I gulp as my hand goes to my fly, a slight tremble in my fingers. “If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”
Instead of answering, she opens her mouth, closes her eyes, and tilts her chin further.
Message received.
Shucking my pants and boxers quickly, I free my aching cock and grip it roughly in my fist. “Open your eyes,” I order. “You’re going to watch me do this to you.”
She obeys instantly, her vision locking on my cock where it hovers inches from her face.
“Tongue out.”
Once she complies, I smack my cock against both sides of her mouth. One cheek, then the other. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to get her attention.
No fucking clue why I’m doing this.
All I know is I want to punish her. Humiliate her. And it feels good.
So I do it again. Harder this time.
Smack. Smack.
Holy shit. I was wrong when I said it felt good. This is better than good. It’s fucking amazing.
Not just the sensation of the head of my cock grazing past her luscious lips and wet tongue with each swat, but the power it gives me.
She’s letting me do this. Hell, she asked for it.
Begged.
This is so fucked up.
I’m not even sure if slapping someone with your dick is a thing. I’m not big on porn, but I might need to check later to see if I just embarrassed myself.
But the glint in her eye, the upturned corner of her mouth, and the way her thighs are pressing together tell me she’s into it.
That makes it even hotter.
Mia chases my cock with her mouth, like she wants more than the little tastes I’m allowing her. But since this is a punishment, I deny her by firmly gripping the top of her head with my free hand so she can’t move.
“Did I tell you to move your head? Hold still.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, her tone contrite.
My dick twitches, a zing of pleasure shooting through it with her apology.
Reveling in this baffling rush of power, I give her a few more smacks on each side of her mouth. Her cheeks. Her chin. I have to stifle my groans and force myself not to stroke my shaft.
Panting now, I ask, “You want my cock inside that greedy, wet mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Say please.”
She complies with zero hesitation. “Please.”
“Please what? Beg for it,” I taunt while rubbing the thick head across her chin in an up-and-down motion. Precum smears over her skin.
It’s clear she wants to dip her head and taste me, but she can’t since I’m still holding her firmly in place. The craving is visible in every line and smooth plane of her heart-shaped face.
No matter how badly she wants it, she can’t have my cock until I say so.
“Please, put your dick in my mouth. Choke me with it. Treat me like a dirty slut. Use me. Punish me for lying.”
Fuck. I’m going to come with the first lick. I’ve never been this turned on.
My arousal is evident in my guttural tone when I command, “Deep breath. Open wide, tiger.”
She does instantly.
Letting go of the crown of her head, I brace myself against the wall. “That’s a good girl.” Unable to resist another second longer, I feed her my cock with my other hand.
As soon as my swollen head is past her full pink lips, I shed any lingering gentleness and thrust into the back of her throat.
Punishingly.
Exactly as she deserves.
She gags on my brutal first stroke. It gives me an unsettling sense of satisfaction, mixed with traces of worry. Why does it feel good to make her suffer? Have I always been this depraved?
Inner conflict or not, I’m too turned on to stop. My hips propel my cock in and out for three punishing strokes before I give her a chance to refill her lungs.
Despite her watering eyes, she doesn’t ask me to stop. Instead, once she’s caught her breath, she opens wider and teases the tip of my cock with her lying tongue.
I slink one hand around to the nape of her neck and wind the soft, curly strands of her red hair around my wrist. With a tight grip at the roots, I yank down and back, opening her throat.
She gasps but keeps her mouth open for my cock, which I keep poised at her entrance. A smile toys at the edges of her lips.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck all the lies out of your mouth?” I snarl, the menacing tone foreign to my ears.
I loosen my hold on her hair enough for her to nod her response before impaling her mouth again.
“Suck harder,” I demand. I’m rewarded with unwavering obedience. “Yes. That’s it. Fuck.”
Cheeks hollowed, she licks, sucks, and gags, with drool seeping from both sides of her mouth.
It’s unequivocally the most erotic image I’ve ever seen. And the sounds she makes will never leave me.
Fiery tendrils of guilt threaten to detonate in my chest over my rough treatment of her, but the slip and slide of her tongue along the underside of my cock washes them away. And with each of her pleasure-filled moans, she reminds me of how she begged for this.
Once she secures my cock with her exquisite suction, I place both my hands flush against the wall at shoulder height.
And I fuck her mouth.
My hips flex fervently, driving my rock-hard dick brutally into her mouth while I whisper despicable things. “Suck me off, you naughty girl. Make me come with your dirty mouth.” I’ll regret every word later, but every word uttered brings me closer to nirvana.
Instead of cowering away from my hurtful words or merciless treatment, she leans forward, sucking me harder and bringing my length deeper into her throat.
I groan and growl as my hips thrash and jerk until I’m more monster than man. “Fuck yes, tiger. Take my cock. Just like that. You look like you were born to be on your knees for me.”
She chokes and gags on the next stroke, and her head bumps into the wall when she rears back to gasp for air.
Shit. I hurt her.
She doesn’t stop or make an effort to push me off. Just keeps sucking, licking like her life depends on it.
But the guilt from the repulsive way I’m treating her overtakes me until it’s too powerful to ignore.
This feels wrong, even if she is reveling in it. I’m not going to be able to finish like this.
This isn’t me.
I take a step back, pulling myself from her mouth. Dropping my hands from the wall, I cradle her head with the tenderness I should have shown her this whole time. I rub and massage the spot that bumped into the wall, then lower to the base where I was pulling her hair. The simple gesture is the only apology I can offer until my breath steadies and my mind clears.
Her tear-soaked eyes flit up at me in confusion. “I’m not hurt. Why did you stop?”
My stomach twists into a knot. I caress her hair, hoping she’s not hurt badly. “This isn’t me, Mia. I can’t do this to you.”
I offer my hand, and she grasps it, eyeing me cautiously.
“Get off your knees. You’re not a… slut. Please forgive me for calling you that.”
A jagged blade lances my chest at the sound of that disgusting word leaving my lips.
I can’t believe I fucking said that.
A full-body cringe rolls through me, and I press my eyes closed as shame and revulsion wage a war in my soul.
I tug her hand upward, but instead of using it for leverage to stand, she plays an UNO reverse card and pulls me toward her. When my eyes spring open, she’s shooting me an icy glare.
“No,” she seethes.
My neck jerks back, and my brows knit. “What?”
“No, I don’t want to get up. I want you to finish.” Without any trace of shame, she admits, “I want to be your dirty slut. I want to be anything you need me to be.”
“But Mia, I-I…”
I don’t know what to say, and I damn sure don’t know how to feel. I’m flooded with a confusing desire to punish her, but what if I lose myself in the process? I’m so damn out of control. How can I look at myself in the mirror after this?
How is she even looking at me now with anything short of disdain?
Dropping my hand, she reaches around my lower body to squeeze my ass. Hard. “Please, Cal. Please use my body,” she begs, her anger replaced with desperation. “I need you to punish me. Absolve me of my sins.”
She tugs again, and the force of her movement causes me to shuffle a few steps until my still-hard dick hovers in front of her sinful mouth.
“Your sins? Mia, I’m only a man. I can’t —”
“A man I hurt. A good man who didn’t deserve the horrible way I treated him.” Her voice grows dark, matching her hardened gaze and curled lip. “Now fuck my face until you come down my throat. I need you to use me like I used you. We need to even the score. I lied, seduced you, and hurt you. Now it’s your turn to do it to me.”
Gritting my teeth, I attempt in vain to stave off the ire her words incite. Having studied me like a damn textbook, she knew exactly what those words would do to me — provoke and manipulate me.
And now we’ve come full circle.
That’s exactly why she deserves to be punished.
I firmly grab the back of her head and jerk her face forward. With my other hand, I grab my cock and bend it up toward my waist. “Open wide and fill that manipulative mouth with my balls.”
A wicked smile crests her lips before she complies, licking her lips, opening wide, and shimmying her head from side to side to work my sac deep into her mouth.
Stroking my cock, I groan at the delicious sensation of her warmth surrounding my heavy balls, so full and tight. When they draw up with an overwhelming urge to come, I step away, gently pulling them from her mouth.
I don’t want to finish like that. I’m not done with her throat.
My breath comes fast and raspy, and I grit out, “Take your tits out. I want to watch them heaving when you gasp for breath.”
She whips her shirt over her head, then reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Once those voluptuous breasts are free, they rise and fall with her shallow breaths, just the way I remembered from our drunken night together.
Capturing the silky plump mounds in my hands, I roughly grope them, loving the feel of their weight in my palms. Her nipples are already stiffened with her arousal, which goes a long way to easing the remaining traces of guilt. Flicking and teasing the pebbled buds, I give her a taste of the pleasure I could give her if she were a good girl.
But she’s not.
Not yet.
So I halt my movements, drawing a frustrated groan from her sultry lips. Before my hand returns to my cock, I smack her nipples with both hands. She shudders visibly, gasping and driving her thighs together.
“Does my little slut like that?”
“Yes,” she admits, head down and submissive.
“Does it make you wet? Make you achy with need? Is that why you’re pressing your thighs together?”
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers.
“Should I let you come when I do?”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open in shock as she blinks up at me. I can see the indecision streaking across her face. She thinks it’s a trick. Like I want her to admit what she wants so that I can deny her.
I bend at the waist and squeeze her nipples again, harder this time, and then smack them. Just like before, she mewls in ecstasy.
She’s seconds away from begging me. I can practically see the words forming on the tip of her tongue.
And that’s what I want more than anything.
“Answer me. Do you want me to make you come when I spill myself down your throat? Slip my fingers in your panties and flick your clit?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes. Please make me come, Cal. Please.”
My lip curls. Taking both of her cheeks in my hands, I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her lips.
When I pull away, I offer only one word.
“No.”
Chapter 19
No fuck for you
MIA
Ask, and you shall receive.
I wanted to be punished. Treated like filth. Denied my pleasure while he takes his own.
And he’s delivering.
Like Fed-motherfucking-Ex.
He lets my disappointment hang heavy in the air for a solid five seconds before continuing my punishment. “Open that mouth and throat.”
So fucking sexy when he talks like a bad boy. I’m so wet there might be a puddle when I finally get off my knees.
After filling my lungs with a deep breath, I do as he orders and brace myself for what’s about to come.
Him.
Down my throat, hopefully.
I can’t resist squeezing my thighs together again and pulsing my hips, attempting to ease the need between my legs with the briefest hint of pressure.
He slides his thick cock back into my mouth roughly, thrusting himself good and deep.
Ecstasy. That’s what this is.
Everything about this encounter is hot as hell. His anger. The domination. The degrading comments. Being at his mercy. Bringing him gratification. Having to earn him, desperate for his praise.
And most of all… I love his cock.
His is the reason penises were invented.
“You’re such a dirty girl for enjoying the way I’m wrecking your mouth. You’re taking me so deep. Fuck. I bet you can’t wait until I paint your throat with my cum.”
A heavy weight evaporates from my shoulders, making me lighter with each stroke. With every degrading word he uses, he cleanses my soul, giving me a cathartic release.
It doesn’t make sense. Shouldn’t it be the opposite?
It’s illogical, but each time I gag and choke on him, I somehow feel lighter.
“You’re dying to taste my release, aren’t you, my thirsty girl?”
The dirty talk might be my undoing.
Given his breakdown a few minutes ago, he’s not used to indulging in this type of dominant behavior.
But you’d never know it, because he’s nailing it.
I’m ruined.
When my satisfied moan slips free, I worry he might stop, simply to deny me any enjoyment. Honestly, stopping right now is the only way he can make me suffer.
I need to feel his liquid heat pulsing down my throat — I’m rabid for it.
If he denies me his cum, I’ll cry. Real tears. Not the ones in my eyes now from gagging and gasping for air.
