Page 71 of Riot Act
“He can’t help you now. For the next hour, you’re fuckingmine.”
He uses his free hand to stroke and roll my clit, working it in tight, small circles again while he slides his tongue inside me. The combination of all three areas between my legs being stimulated is cataclysmic. I have no control over my own body as he licks, and sucks and teases me with both hands.
When I come, it isn’t a gradual build up. It’s a lightning bolt out of the blue, striking swift and deep. My eyes roll back into my head, and I moan so loud it could wake the dead. Pax doesn’t stop to reprimand me, though. He continues fucking me with his mouth and his fingers, working me into a frenzy, taking me higher and higher until it’s as though I’m rising up out of my own body.
“Fuck! Fuck, Pax! Oh my god, I—I’m co—coming so hard.”
“Good.” He drives his fingers inside me, rocking them back and forth, stroking me inside in a come here kind of motion, and the orgasm deepens.
How? Fucking…howis…he…doing that?
I can’t breathe. My legs can’t hold me up. I’m limp, completely out of control and sliding off the edge of the desk. Pax catches me up in his arms just before I sag to the ground. His hands are sticky with me. So is his face. I can smell myself all over him as he carries me to his bed…and dumps me down on top of it.
Looking down at me, his face is a thunderstorm. He looks angry, yes, but that’s nothing new. I expect him to look that way. It’s the seriousness in his eyes, the intense, fierce focus that takes me by surprise. The way he looks at me, like he can’t actually look away, as if he’s obsessed with what he’s seeing…I would never have expected to see that.
His chest, shoulders and stomach are pure, carved muscle wrapped in ink. He’s a masterpiece. There’s a reason the top fashion houses in the world fight for him to model for them. With his high cheekbones, his savagely cut jawline, piercing eyes, and rudely full mouth, he’s one of the most beautiful, feral creatures I’ve ever seen. So why, then, is he looking at me likeI’mthe trophy right now?
His top lip curls up, displaying clenched teeth. “My turn now, Firebrand.”
Four small words. They send a wash of adrenalin firing through me. There’s no time to ready myself. He falls on me like a lion feasting on a fresh kill. That’s precisely what I am to him in this moment: prey. And I don’t mind one little bit.
I had grand plans before I came here tonight. I planned that I was going to shove the asshole onto his back and climb on top ofhim. I wanted to pin him to the bed and ride him until he came, taking back some more control for myself, but the second that I try to flip over, Pax grabs me by the ankle and drags me down to the edge of the bed. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he demands. “Lift your ass up. Now.”
There’s no arguing with him when he issues an order like this. To disobey would be to displease him, and that would be disastrous. I boost my hips up, and the second I do, Pax slides two of his pillows underneath me so that my ass is raised. “Feet together. Knees open,” he commands.
A part of me feels ashamed by how vulnerable the position makes me. I’m totally bared to him; there isn’t a part of me that he can’t see like this. But I also feel liberated, and incredibly turned on. He’s heavy-lidded, clearly turned on, as he looks down at my pussy.
“Fuck, Chase.Fuck.” He runs his fingers down the center of me, parting me, hissing when he feels how wet I am. “You want my cock, don’t you?” he says.
“Yes.”
He nods. “Good. Always tell me the truth. You can lie to me with your words, but I’ll know. Your body’s always gonna give you away.”
I shiver as he slowly, slowly, slowly pushes a finger inside me; he watches my reaction, his expression raw, the wall between him and the outside world that’s usually so firmly locked in place lowered for the briefest of seconds.
Does he know? Does he realize how fucking magnificent he is when he lowers his guard? My chest pinches tightly at the sheer sight of him. His eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed, the muscles in his neck working as he stares right back at me, and I feel myself begin to slide down a perilous slope.
The moment’s broken when he blinks, looking back down at his own body. His erection stands free and proud, hard as hell and bobbing at his waist. He takes hold of himself, and even he can’t close his hand around the thick shaft.
I’m hypnotized by the sight of him working his hand up and down his own cock. “You like watching me do this?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes. God, yes. It’s…so fuckinghot.” And it is. I’ve never watched a guy touch himself before. Maybe in porn, but not in real life. Not like this. Pax teases himself the same way he’s teasing his fingers in and out of me—slowly, torturously, with movements designed to incite madness.
“When I fuck you in a second...” He closes his hand around the tip of his cock, squeezing the head of it, and a fleeting, dazed expression forms on his face. “I’m gonna wrap my hand around your throat. I’m gonna control how much you can breathe. I’m going to be the one to decide if you live or die. And the whole time, I’m going to push you closer and closer to the edge. Isn’t that what you want, Chase?”
My senses mutiny. My vision sharpens. My hearing is amplified. My skin is electric. I can taste the fear and the anticipation on my tongue. My head is full of the scent of him, here in his room, on his bed, where his sheets are covered in him. It’s too much and not enough. My heart is a piston, galloping away from me. Because what he’s just said to me…it’s everything that I want and need from him. I don’t want to be in control, not even of myself. I don’t want to have to be the one to make the decision if I continue to live or if I die anymore. The prospect of handing that responsibility over to him is such a blessed relief that I feel like I might burst into tears at any moment.
But how can he read me so well? Is it really that obvious? Have I been walking around for weeks now, looking like someone who wants to relinquish control over her own existence? I don’t think I have. I know I haven’t. So, then, how does heknow?
“You’re not going to answer me?” he asks.
Uncertainty tugs at me as I slowly shake my head.
“But you want it? You want my hand around your throat, don’t you?”
I swallow; my throat is so dry. The light overhead is way too bright. How am I supposed to admit to this without making myself look weak? I can’t let myself do it. I just can’t.
Pax huffs, laughing quietly. “That’s what I thought.”
