Page 89 of Fixation
My body steels against the assault that I know will happen.
An assault that never comes.
Because Anderson surprises me. Again.
Inch by inch, he slides into my mouth, his thickness pulsing against my tongue. He’s moving agonizingly slowly. Reverently, even.
He groans, pulling my head toward him, a movement that’s just as smooth. Just as slow and careful.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s been going through an emotional rollercoaster.
Sometime over the past few hours, Anderson has changed.
My fever broke. Meaning he doesn’t have to be my doctor anymore.
So he might be careful now, but I don’t think it’ll last.
In fact, I’m sure it won’t.
My lips stretch around his girth. My throat relaxes the deeper he goes.
A bead of precum trickles down my tongue.
He lets out this moan that gets me embarrassingly wet, sliding another inch in. Tempting me.
I don’t stand a chance against him when I get off on our games.
“Yes. So good. Good girl. Couldn’t sleep. Missed your tongue. Missed your mouth.” The bed groans as he leans on it with onehand. “Let me.” He bottoms out in a slow, careful shove, gasping. “Let me use you.”
No one’s ever debased me like this. I’ve never been another person’s vessel. A human body to be used.
But now that I know what it’s like, the tingles it sends across my skin…
I’ll have much more respect for my work tools. Every time I create a piece, I’ll remember this moment. The moment I was someone’s inanimate object.
If he ever lets me out of here, that is.
Enough of this. Vessels don’t think. They don’t crave or shiver.
They belong to their owner.
I’m not brainwashed. I’m spreading my wings. I’m submitting to more than just Anderson.
I’m submitting to the world.
His cock throbs as he drags his dick out. He’s being slow about it. Deliberate.
When he slides his entire length back inside, it’s as if he’s thicker. As if I’m full with him.
I silence my moans, but if he pulled off my sweatpants and panties, my doctor would see just how awake I am. How wet and needy for him.
But he’s too busy grinding his hips. Taking his pleasure from me.
I’mlettinghim have his moment. It doesn’t matter that I’m bound to the bed. In my mind, I’m consenting to this. I’m lying motionless while he needs from me.
Rough groans echo in this basement that I’ve grown to call home. Wet noises reach me when he drives himself in and out of me.
Sensual noises.
