Page 45 of Penance

My cheeks flame as I unfasten my button and zipper. My working hand pushing at the waistband. The left side then the right, back and forth between the two as I struggle to wriggle them down my legs. Huxley can see my struggle, but he doesn’t aid me, just watches my movements with rapt attention. Silently patient as I finally use my feet to kick them the rest of the way off, leaving me in red French knickers, t-shirt and jacket.

I shiver as he steps forward, his eyes fixed on my inked body. Goosebumps erupt over my skin at his attention. And when those dark eyes finally lock onto mine, the fire behind them scorching, my breath catches in my throat and my ears ring.

“Face forward. Plant your feet flat on the counter. Bend your knees and spread your legs, Kyla-Rose,” Huxley instructs, and my body climbs another degree hotter.

My cheeks ablaze at this point, they must be a startling shade of pillar box red.

“Huxley, I-”

“Stop talking,” he barks at me and it’s like my body suddenly knows its master.

Without conscious thought, any at all, I find myself in his requested position. I have to lay my palm out behind me, leaning myself back a little to hold my weight. Everything inside me is screaming not to take orders.

But this is Huxley.

And although,thisis new.

He’s ours,I remind my demon.

He’s still mine, he will never hurt me.

So, I hold the position.

Huxley approaches me, slowly stalking around the counter. I don’t try to follow him with my gaze, I’m too laser focused on doing exactly as I’m told.And he didn’t tell me to look.I can play along. Even if I don’t know all the rules yet, I’ll follow his lead. I like games.

He stops directly behind me, his hand snapping out. Pulling my ponytail back so my neck cranes. My eyeballs rolling as far back as they can to try catch a glimpse of him.

“Show me how he touched you, Kyla-Rose,” Huxley’s voice devoid of emotion.

The order cracks like a whip and I find myself tensing slightly. It’s not because I’m uncomfortable, I’m just- this isnew.

Supporting my weight by fisting my ponytail, I wobble slightly as I bring my one hand forward. My fingers finding my throat and closing around it. I dig my thumb into my pulse point, trying to mimic Max’s earlier touch as accurately as I can.

Offering me his free hand, Huxley reaches forward.

“Use me, place my hand where he touched you next.”

I let go of my own throat, my breathing short, sharp pants. I place his big hand beneath my baggy shirt, sliding his palm up over my belly until it rests on my right breast. My chest heaves as he tightens his fingers around the heavy flesh as I return my hand to my throat.

“What else?” he grits out.

His voice dominating my every sense, making me lose the need to make my own decisions.

“He rubbed his thumb over my nipple,” I gasp out as the pad of his thumb violently circles my nipple, his forefinger joining it to pluck at my hardened peak.

He flicks the metal bar through it, sending the vibration straight to my core. I groan, squirming atop the cold marble counter as he forces my head back with his grip on my ponytail.

“Stay still,” he snaps.

“Yes,sir,” I whisper, my throat arched painfully, I push the words through my trembling lips.

He growls in response, his hold on my breast so intense, my heart hammers against my ribcage. Evidence of my desire rushes from me, quickly coating my inner thighs, running down the length of me. My thighs tremble as his breath fans over the back of my neck.

“Whatelse?”he grits out the repeated question as he aggressively flicks my nipple. I cry out as he twists it between his fingers. “That’s it, cry out for me. Let the whole fucking building know what I’m doing to you,” he grunts, suddenly releasing my ponytail.

My good arm flails as I release my throat, trying to catch myself. The sudden disappearance of his body behind me has me gasping in panic, when a firm grip on my neck, replacing the one I had on myself, drags me forward. Huxley’s finger and thumb lining my jaw, my chin cradled between the two digits.

“Good girl,” he hushes, his words pushed out through gritted teeth.

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