Page 23 of Truth
“What…what are you doing?” I’m panting from need.
“Do you trust me?” Tilting his head, his face is serious, and I’m fixated on his middle finger tracing his bottom lip as he cleans my juices from his mouth.
“Yes. I do.” But more importantly, I trust myself. My gut says King would protect me, even from himself.
“Open your mouth.” The side of his mouth curls in a devious way.
My breathing stills, like when you do something you’re not supposed to and you don’t want to be caught. I know whatever I’m about to blindly agree to is probably wrong, but my desire outweighs my rationale.
Parting my lips, I widen my mouth until it’s agape. Jesus, watching him watch me might be the sexiest exchange I’ve ever had with a man. His eyes grow hooded, and the way he licks his lips like he’s tasting me for the first time makes me want to lick them too.
He extends the same finger he wiped his mouth with and traces his fingers over my lips, slowly inserting his finger in my mouth. “Suck.”
I do as I’m told, the tartness a reminder of my excitement. His deep voice draws out my desire to suck and nip at his finger.
“Do you see how sweet you taste? If you had any idea the things I want to do to you… I know what you want, Drew. I see myself in you. We’re alike. If you let me, I will show you heaven, but only after we’ve been through hell.” His eyes are fixed on me, boring into my soul.
My head falls back, and he runs the same finger down my throat. “But you have to trust me.”
My body is already in agreement, but I’ve allowed another man to control me for the last year of my life, and I won’t let that happen again. I won’t be led by anyone anymore. Rolling my head around, I look at his beautiful face.
“I don’t need a teacher, King.”
Biting his lip, he shakes his head, clearly amused with me. “You misunderstand. There’s nothing for me to teach you. I want to be a student of your body. I want to learn how I can please you in every way. And gorgeous, I want to start with exploring your affinity for pain.” His hand cups my pussy, and his fingers grip, pulling the tiny hairs, making my body pull forward toward the sting. He releases, massaging his fingers into my clit.
“Oh god, yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. His strong arms pull me closer to him so he can speak against my ear.
“You like it when it hurts, when I’m rough. I feel the fire raging inside of you, and I want you to feel the bite so you can experience the pleasure. But I need your trust, Drew. This only works when we both trust.” Pulling back, he looks into my eyes.
I cast my eye downward. I don’t want him to see me. It’s too vulnerable for me because he’s right. I’ve always liked a little sour with my sweet, but Nick used moments like this as retribution. It was mean and cruel, but this feels different. It feels right. I’m not Nick’s protégé anymore; tonight I’m the Queen to my King. I shoot my eyes back to his.
“I trust you, but do you trust me?” My voice is confident but questioning. I’ll never have the wool pulled over my eyes again.
King stills, then grabs my jaw and forces my face to look at his. “I don’t trust anyone. Ever. And I don’t how, but you’ve crawled under my skin, and I couldn’t get you out of my body if I tried. I’d trust you with my life, Drew.” The moment is so real. So intense and extreme. I feel unhinged and connected all at the same time.
“Who the fuck are you?” My eyes search his for the answer.
“I’m the one.”
My words are cut short by his mouth on mine as he pushes back toward the bed, spinning me around much like my thoughts and bending me over.
“Don’t move. Hands behind your back.”Holy shitis all that comes to mind when the side of my face hits the bed. I’ve been put down like a criminal. It’s debasing and I fucking love it.
“Cross your wrists.” The gravel in his voice makes me immediately wet. My pulse is through the roof. I cross my wrists behind my back and wait. The silence is deafening. I have no idea where he’s gone or what’s happening until I hear a humming sound getting closer and closer.
Opening my mouth to speak, I’m silenced by his hand caressing my bare ass. “Have you had anal sex? I’m hoping the answer is yes because this ass is too tempting for me to pass up, and with it propped up like this…mmmm.” The slap of his hand against the flesh cracks through the room.
Turning my head sideways, I bite my lip in anticipation of what’s coming next. “Yes. I have .”
“Good.” He tugs at my hands, and I feel something coarse wrapping around my wrists, holding them tight. Pulling them apart slightly, I test my restraint, proving its strength and its pinch. I am bound, bent over this, about to be fucked well.
“Test it all you want, but you aren’t pulling loose. You will want to, but every time you pull, it will be that much more painful. The sting should serve to remind you that I’m owning this body.”
Something about his words makes me tug again, just for the challenge, and he’s right. It’s coarse enough that it pricks at my skin, causing goose bumps to spread up my arms and my legs to squeeze together to try and relieve the ache I’m feeling.
“That’s it, baby, you feel it already. Fuck me, watching you squirm is making my dick hard. Be good or I’ll make you suck me off and then come on those gorgeous tits.”
“Yes, make me…”Please.
