Page 66 of The Devil's Heir
Taking in a big gulp of air, I clench my ass cheeks together as I stare unflinchingly at the makings for an enema. I'm speechless; Jarek can't be serious, can he?
"Sir…"
"Don't think about it, pauper. I know you're going to question me, but it will do no good. Accept that it's going to happen and make peace with it." Jarek's calm and collective attitude irks me to no end.
I turn hard eyes on my employer. "Have you ever had an enema, Sir?"
"That's neither here nor there. This is about you, Liliana, not me. Anything can happen in pregnancies in which the mother-to-be may not be able to have anything inserted vaginally. I want to prepare your ass to take me if that's the case."
I can see the smirk lurking in the background, dying to surface on his annoyingly good-looking face. Crossing my arms, I raise my eyebrow at him. "If I'm only here to give you an Heir, then once I'm pregnant, there will be no need for you to have intercourse with me. Therefore, you will not befuckingmy ass."
Raising his hand, Jarek drags a finger down my cheek, then grips my chin. "Have you forgotten that you also agreed to be my submissive for the duration of your stay? Those were the terms for letting Sasha go."
"But you haven't yet. She's still in the cage, now, isn't she,Sir?"
"Her punishment for touching what is mine." He reminds me. "But if you want to renege on your part, then I see no need to get rid oforkeep her in the cage. I need tofuck, Liliana. So, either you get in that fuckingshower so I can clean you out before I get what I want, or I can go let Sasha out and fuck her until the sun comes up. It's your choice—choose wisely."
I study Jarek, and like Jackson had instructed me to do, I try looking past the surface. Jarek is annoyed, but there's something else underlying his outburst.Is that nervousness?Is he worried I'm going to choose the latter?
Deciding on another route to take, I relax my shoulders and bring my hand up to wrap around his wrist. It's not to pull it away, though. I want him to see that I'm not opposed to touching him—that I'm not repulsed by him.
"Sir, I'm not reneging on what we discussed. I'm more than happy to give you what you need, but do we really have to go this far right now? Let me give you what I know you're wanting now." I slide my other hand down and cup his hardness firmly, massaging him as it grows harder.
Jarek's lids flutter closed with a sudden intake of breath, but then they snap open, and his mouth crashes into mine. I open for him, wanting to give him whatever he wants, as long as it keeps me from getting my ass filled with saline.
I bring my other hand down and work on undoing his belt and then his dress pants. What began as just playing my role has turned into more, and I'm now frantic to get him out from the confines of his slacks. I want this—my body is craving it.
As his hand slides back and grips my hair, my hand wraps around his girth, stroking him just how he likes it. His cock is thick and silky soft with protruding veins.
Jarek rips his mouth away from mine and clenches his teeth. His eyes are closed as he thrusts into my hand. "Fuck, pauper…"
Warmth flows through me, knowing I'm pleasing him as I continue to pump my hand up and down. When I feel the pressure on my head, I don't need to wonder what it's for. I slowly drop to my knees and open my mouth for him.
"You're such a good girl, Lily," Jarek praises and pushes himself deep into my mouth. "Look at me, pauper. I want to see those eyes water for me."
I stare up at him as he presses deeper into my throat. I'm not able to relax my throat enough before he's pushing past my tonsils and uvula, gagging me as he goes.
He's enjoying my discomfort as he grins, and something fucked up inside of me is relishing his response. My fingers grip his thighs as he fucks my face. Tears stream down my face, and my eyeliner, most likely. I'm not usually one to wear makeup, mainly because I could never afford it, but since being here, I dab on a little bit occasionally.
"Fucking gorgeous. You should see yourself choking on my dick, Lily—it's picture fucking perfect."
I continue to look up at Jarek as his thrusts become faster—harder—and then he's shoving into me deeper and stilling as he releases his seed down my throat. It's the first time he's done so because he doesn't want to waste it. Since it's my time of the month, where he comes doesn't matter.
"Swallow it all, pauper. You won't get it very often, not until after you conceive, anyway."
When he's done, Jarek helps me to my feet and instantly takes my mouth in a searing kiss. When he pulls back, he smiles.
"Thank you for that, Liliana. It was much needed, but now, I need you to go into the shower and get down on all fours for me."
I close my eyes in defeat. I want to yell and shout at him, but I know it will do no good. I honestly thought I had distracted him enough, but I was so wrong.
When he sees the defeat in my eyes, he takes my chin and forces me to look at him. "This will not be as bad as you think it will be, pauper. I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt what is mine, and this ass," he says, grabbing a handful of cheek, "is all fucking mine."
"Yes, Sir." My voice cracks, but I keep my gaze on him.
It isn't so much about whether it will hurt, but it's the embarrassment of knowing that he's looking at my most private part and inserting something into it.
I bow my head as soon as he releases my chin and pushes me toward the bathroom. This may be the most embarrassing thing ever, but I need to be strong. I will not cower to Jarek Falcon—I'm not that young girl anymore. Iwill show him that I can take everything he dishes out, even if I'm breaking inside because of it.
