Page 149 of Fixation
“I’ve got you.” He fists the base of his cock, the muscles of his abs pulled tight with the effort not to tear into me.
Instead, he lowers his face to mine. He kisses my cheek. My temple. Then drags his tongue over the corner of my mouth, being possessive. Branding me.
I’m delirious in the best way imaginable. I’m lubed and stretched, and even so, I gasp in pain when his head slips fully inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Fuck—I want this.” Another inch sinks inside me. Another two. I’m slick from more lube that he’s squeezing on his cock, but nothing will change the fact that he’s big and thick. I won’t survive this. “I want you. Can you feel that? My good girl. My secret patient. I’m going to go rough on you. Going to hurt you the way you need to be hurt.”
The deeper he goes, the hotter I become. I can’t explain why I need him there, to inflict pain. To own me.
“Good girl.” He sounds satisfied when I lift my hips higher. “Begging for my cock. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“So bad. So bad.”
The satisfied sound in the back of his throat turns me even more desperate for him. He sits up on his knees, the heat of his body replaced with the circulating air of the basement.
“Kitten. Fuck, yes.” The look he’s pinning me with is the most feral I’ve ever seen him. “You’re going to get it.”
Anderson doesn’t lie. Doesn’t oversell it.
He shoves himself to the hilt before he starts pounding into me. Giving me everything I’ve been starving for.
“Lean into me. Yes. Yes. Just like that.” More lube. More of his eyes on mine. Always watching. It’s hotter than his touch is, I swear. “You’re milking my cock. Feels so good. Push me. Let me fuck you. What a tight little hole, made just for me.”
I’m so desperate for more of him, and he senses it. He keeps one hand on my hips, thrusting like the beast that he is. With the other, he rubs my clit. Pinches. Twists. Rubs until I’m delirious with him.
His name plays on repeat on my lips the closer I get to my orgasm. I must be losing my mind, turned on by this pain, from this roleplay. From being both his patient and his slut, trapped in his basement, begging for more.
“Good fucking girl.” He leans in, biting my shoulder. Sucking. He lets go of my clit, his hand curled possessively around the back of my neck. “You’re going to take me, kitten. Every inch of me. And I’m not going to go easy on you.”
He makes good on his promise, taking my ass one harsh stroke at a time.
Like the monster he is.
Like the man who owns me.
I come, grabbing onto the sheets for dear life as wave after wave assaults me. So much so that I think I’m going to pass out.
The pleasure morphs into pain, then pleasure again.
One last groan, and he pushes me the hardest he can into the bed. Pressing himself as deep as he can go. Coming inside me. Filling me with his cum.
The peak of his pleasure is also mine. I’m hot from the inside out, hotter still with every grunt and rugged breath of his.
Then he pulls out gently. Controlled. I can tell how careful he’s being. How considerate.
As his teeth trace the curve of my neck, his seed leaks down my thighs. Lips kissing and exploring my skin.
When he rises an inch, I see him looking at me. He has things to say. Dark, heavy things he guards with silence.
His secrets scare me. Trusting him has to be the worst decision I’ve ever made.
The best one.
He bends lower again, nuzzling my neck. Whispering, “Have breakfast with me.”
My mind can’t make sense of him. Of this whiplash.
Until his lips press to my shoulder, gently, and I smile. “You’ll drug me if I won’t?”
