Page 77 of Kings of Desire
‘I had plans for tonight,’ his words cut straight through me, assuring me that any fervor that had been present earlier in the room had died because of my disobedience.
No public place, I guess... The dress was just formeandhim. That was a thought that brought a strange anxiety to sneak into my head. My failure was of epic proportions, slaughtering any attempt Brax probably will ever make to ease up on me.
I was now back at square zero, or maybe even worse, judging by the morbid emptiness of his eyes. All human feelings were pushed aside, bringing only sinful desires to take their place.
‘Lucia, you can leave now,’ he barked, speaking to his maid, without turning to face her.
‘But Senior Brax, I haven’t finished,’ the woman answered, almost terrified that her time was up.
‘Did I ask you if you were finished?’
‘No,’ her eyes met the floor.
‘Leave!’ -was his final word before the poor woman ran out the door, grabbing her bag on the way out.
Should I be as scared as her, or maybe even more? I had every reason to be, but the image of the crumpled table couldn’t leave my mind.
I hurt him, and I was damn sure that only moments separated me from learning the full price of my mistake.
‘Let’s get this over with,’ he only moved his eyes to look at me, downing the glass of whiskey in one sip ‘Get down on your knees.’
That was it.
My punishment, or maybe his plan all along, but if even Cole managed to dress up as a game of chance, with Brax things were completely different. He wanted - he received, even if tonight I may have held a small chance of changing that. Now it was gone, and I acknowledged what needed to be done, letting my knees hit the rug in front of him.
With shallow breath, I reached for his jacket, slowly pushing it on the sides so that I could gain access to the buttons of his shirt. At least this was the one part I was going to enjoy tonight since the tanned skin and the defined lines of his chest had always been so alluring to me.
My tongue leaned in to explore his gym sculpted body, relishing itself with the mutters leaving his throat as the skin was crawling along my trajectory.
My own satisfaction was quickly observed, and even if the pleasure I caused him was much too obvious, he preferred refusing it just to prevent me from obtaining any pleasure while doing this.
It was a punishment, after all, a full display of his evil forces.
‘When I asked you to get down on your knees do you think this is what I was waiting for!? Unbuckle my fucking pants.’ He was treating me no differently than any other one of his cheap fucks, and this time, in his eyes, I deserved it. Yet I froze for a second, hurt that the man who managed to have just dug a tiny tunnel into my heart was now shoveling it back with rocks. ‘Do it, Bea, or do you want me to tell you step by step what needs to be done!?’ Why do all men want to give precise indications to women? If by any chance I couldn’t handle this, I would follow Ferris’s advice- improvise, even if when it came to Brax there was not much room for that.
What else was there to be done but to follow his exact commands since any signs of humanity had left him already as I came face to face with Brax- the cold-hearted mobster?
My hands were shaking on the metal belt, trying to control that screaming sensation igniting in my throat.
I hated him and I hated myself for not being able to shake that feeling of sorrow for what those shattered plates really meant.
Pulling Brax’s pants over his knees, I revealed the cross and thorns tattoo covering his entire left thigh. Such a fine irony of the situation I found myself in, when, in fact, there wasn’t anything holly about this man.
I looked up at him, straight into his eyes before I disposed of his boxers, hoping that I would find clemency. Of course, he had none to give, though what surprised me more was that I couldn’t spot any sign of excitement or satisfaction either. His gaze, so much different than Cole’s, bittered with the trace of my mistake, although I was suspecting he didn’t consider it to be mine any longer. He was blaming himself forhismomentary weakness, maybe even for the overpriced present, and that was just making things a thousand times worse. And still, there was a part of him betraying any internal reaction that human anatomy could not hinder. That all so eager hard portion of him, that twitched under the touch of my tongue even if his hollow eyes were forcing themselves to remain unburdened by the erotic pleasure I was slowly building.
Without a proper idea of what needed to be done, I closed my lips around him, moving over and over again, hoping I could find any pleasure within his own. Though nothing seemed to happen as his countenance remained impenetrable, and his all too chilled reactions were making me stumble over my movements. I suddenly became all too aware of what I was doing, ashamed and humiliated by the all too mechanical gesture, slowing down, movement by movement, as guilt and despise was turning everything into a molten pain.
Brax probably sensed it, and after pouring himself another glass, he let his hand search for a spot behind my head, tangling his fingers between a few locks of my hair. I felt him move from his seat, guiding my lips to meet his thrusts, amplifying their effects while his nostrils flared in evil satisfaction. It was all too clear. He wasn’t searching for pleasure, he was just punishing me, harder and faster, draining the very air out of my lungs, until I felt that I could no longer breathe.
With the last of my powers, I pushed him away, trying to fight that gagging sensation that was almost making me throw up.
‘Relax, so you won’t choke,’ he smirked, as that was exactly what he was trying to do, making me feel the full extent of my error.
Though this time, I couldn’t fall too far behind, and my mouth got the best of me again ‘Fuck you!’ I grunted, even if, in the next second, realized that the slipped words will probably aggravate everything.
‘No Bea, that would be my job.’ Without leaving me with a second more to rest, he pulled my head back to take him in, as he began to move against my mouth again. ‘Good girl,’ he groaned, while I suspected he knew exactly how much I was hating the way he said that. It made me feel cheap, and that was his ultimate goal! To own the last drop of self-esteem left in me.
It should have been enough to make me hate him.
