Page 373 of Phobia
“Giving yeh what yeh fucking want,” he growled. The weight of his body on me, the terror of him trapping me, thrilled me in the most unexpected way, and it scared me.
“Bastien, get off of me!”
He leaned in, his face hovering over mine and his glistening white teeth shining through the darkness. The smell of liquor burned my nostrils. “Isn’t this what yeh came to me for? Why yeh drugged me with a potion in hopes that I’d fall for y’er pretty face and hot cunt?” His words were molten, burning my ears.
I beat against his solid chest, my lungs unable to fill properly from his weight on me. “I didn’t do anything,” I wheezed.
His hand cuffed my neck roughly. “Don’t lie to me, little songbird. I knew what yeh were up to from the minute I heard y’er footsteps.”
Black spots danced in front of my eyes. My lungs couldn’t find the air they desperately needed.
“Yeh wanted this, so you’ll take it.”
I desired him, but did I want him like this? Was it sick that I was enjoying the way he handled me?
He smashed his mouth over mine, suffocating me. I had no choice but to open my mouth and steal his breath. His tongue plundered into my mouth, wrestling with mine. He wanted me to fight him, so I did. I pushed back against him, bucking against his pelvis, but it only increased the friction from his thigh between my legs.
“Yeh wanted me to teach yeh about sex? Well, here’s y’er first lesson. I don’t need to be poisoned to fuck yeh. Those potions are for weak men who don’t know what the fuck they want. I’m not one of ’em. I’m the man from y’er worst nightmares. The one who’ll fuck yeh so hard and good that you’ll be screamin’ my name in y’er sleep like a fucking lunatic. Yeh want me, little songbird? Then here I am, ready to brand y’er virgin cunt with my cum.”
My fingernails dug into the sliver of chest exposed through his lapels, but he didn’t even flinch from the pain. Instead, he pinned my arms down and swiped his tongue from the base of my neck up to my earlobe. I shuddered under his taste.
“I’m not a gentle man. If yeh were hopin’ for Prince Charming to make sweet love to yeh, then you’d better run,now.”
This was my way out. I could run away from him and never look back. I’d still have my sanity and without the guilt over enjoying any of this psychotic scene. But the thought of running from him filled me with a cold emptiness that I couldn’t bring my mouth to say anything. I craved this unpredictable man.
He hovered over me, dark eyes boring into mine, waiting for my rejection. When it never came, his lips parted, making way for a low and raspy chuckle. “My brave little songbird. I do believe that y’er just about as fucked up as I am.”
I was.
His fingers played at the knot of my robe. The sash came loose, and he peeled away the fabric like he was skinning fruit down to its raw flesh, ripe and ready for his consumption. My thin nightgown was the only layer blocking my bare skin from his touch. He pulled at the neckline, releasing the drawstring and unwrapping my breasts, my waist still covered below the seam. His gaze was hot on my tight nipples, like they were a prize he had just won.
He cupped one of my breasts. “Naughty girl. Yeh have been hiding these juicy tits from me the whole time.” His mouth sealed around the pink peak, pulling it between his teeth. I cried out from the piercing pain. My skin was too sensitive. Just as unexpected as the bite, his tongue swirled over his infliction. I moaned my appreciation.
“See? I can make yeh feel so good. Yeh just need to trust me.”
I weaved my fingers into his thick hair, pulling him back for more soothing.
“My baby likes when I suck her sweet nipples?”
All I could manage was a nod through my haze. These feelings were foreign, but I needed more of whatever they were. I clamped my thighs tightly around his leg, seeking more pressure against my core.
He let out a howling laugh that I was certain had been heard by the coyote who howled a reply in the distance.
He dived for my other nipple, nipping it just like the other, sending shock waves of welcome pain along my breast.
“Bastien,” I whined. For what, I wasn’t sure. I assumed it was his penis I wanted, or "cock” as he called it, but he didn’t give it to me. Instead, his head moved down my body. His calloused fingers slid under the hem of my nightgown and up to my waist. Warm air breezed over my privates. My breath hitched when he pressed his nostrils into my swollen folds.
The exposure was too much for me. No one had ever been down there before, and modesty suddenly reared her ugly head. I moved my hands to conceal my untouched triangle, but he pushed them away and pressed his lips onto my clitoris. A simple kiss in a place so mysterious. My head fell back at the feeling of his lips on such an intimate area.
“Yeh can’t hide from me any longer. I’ve already seen what yeh possess and I want it to bear my mark so every man sees what I already ruined for them.”
Ruined.Bastien was surely going to ruin me, and I would never be the same.
He licked my clit then, massaging it with slow and deliberate strokes. It felt so good that my eyes rolled into my head and my fingers clutched his thick locks.
I shuddered when he parted my slit with his tongue. He groaned into me, and the vibration reverberated down my legs and curled my toes. “Mmm, better than any liquor I e’er tasted. Yeh should feel how wet yeh are for me.”
My head was too fuzzy. Coherent thoughts were in the past. All that I felt was the present and how euphoric it felt to give up control of my own body.
