Page 62 of Obey

“Yes,” I say, reaching down to grab him by the hair. “Get back up here. I want you to fuck me, not tease me.”

I’m not against getting head, but a blowjob would have him entirely focused on me.

I don’t feel like I deserve it, and that thought is a bit of a buzzkill.

“We’re going gentle, remember?” Knives says. He licks the head of my cock, then blows across it, the contrast of temperatures making me shiver. I whine, but he keeps his hands on my thighs to force me to stay in place.

“This might be too gentle,” I say, my voice unsteady. I think I need more. I think that to keep myself from falling back into some fucked-up cycle of self-hatred, I have to have more. “I’m still thinking.” I manage a half-smile. “You may need to step it up a little.”

Knives scrapes his teeth against the sensitive head of my cock. I hiss, and if he weren’t holding me down, I would have bucked up into his mouth.

“Like that?” Knives asks, smirking at me.

“That—” I swallow hard, my thoughts getting messy as the pleasure and discomfort sweep through my mind. “That’s a good start.”

“Maybe if you hold very still, I’ll be rougher,” Knives says. He digs a nail into the base of my shaft. “But if you wiggle around and struggle, I’ll have to go extra gentle.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I say, the words coming out more as a whine than anything else. Ugh. “You wouldn’t really do that.”

From the smirk still lingering on his lips, I can tell he would, and I scowl down at him.

I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself when I realize he might take it the wrong way—or maybe he’d take it as the grumbling it’s meant to be and touch me even more lightly, teasing me even more. Fuck.

Knives leans down and wraps his lips around my cock, taking me in deep. I groan and automatically lift my hips—but as soon as I do, Knives pulls off and shakes his head at me. “No moving.”

I groan. This is going to be torture. Hell, this is already torture. “Can you at least tie me up with a fucking bathrobe or something?” I complain.

I haven’t had vanilla sex in years.

“And risk jostling your wound? No.” Knives glares at me. “Just fucking lay back and keep still, Maddox. You’ll take what I give you.”

Only the dominant tone of his voice has me—reluctantly—settling back into the bed and trying to stay still. It’s not what I want. It’s not what either of us want. But if he’s going to use that voice on me, I guess I can try to do things this way.

Just this once.

“Fine,” I mumble. “But only because you’re hot when you’re ordering me around.”

“You’re not the dom here,” Knives mutters, giving my cock another squeeze that makes a shudder run down my spine. “I can stop entirely if you’re going to be a brat.”

“No,” I say quickly. “You don’t have to stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then be good.” Knives settles his weight more heavily across my thighs. He licks my cock again, and it’s all I can do to lie perfectly still and not jerk into the sensation.

His mouth is so fucking warm though, and he knows how to get that perfect pressure that’s just shy of too much. I moan and clench the sheets so I don’t move accidentally, and knowing that I’m doing that for him has my face heating up more too.

The hairs of his beard scratch against my balls, and I like that sensation too, a little rough, a little more Knives.

I let myself fall into the pleasure, focusing on just enjoying myself and following his orders, when he pulls back.

“I was close,” I complain.

Knives grins at me. “I know.”

I move my arm over my face, biting into it to keep myself from whining and sounding like a total brat even though that’s what I feel like right now. Only when I’ve gathered myself do I pull it down, staring down at Knives. “You can’t seriously be planning on edging me all morning.”

“All morning?” Knives glances at the bedside alarm clock. “I’ve only just started. You can’t handle even five minutes of edging?”

“I want you to be fucking me,” I grumble. “Not torturing me.”

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