Page 70 of Riot Act
“Walk over to the desk.”
The skin across the back of my neck and over my shoulders reacts to the heat of his breath, making me break out in goosebumps. I somehow make it over to the desk on the far side of the room, which is set in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the forest.
“Bend over it,” Pax commands.
The lights are on in his room. Anyone standing out there in the dark can see in here. They’ll be able to see me bending over his desk, too, my tits crushed against the wood, my face three inches from the glass. Nothing in me cares.
I give him what he wants.
I expect his hands. I even expect his cock. What I don’t expect is his tongue. He falls on me like a creature possessed, spreading my ass cheeks. The next thing I know, he’s on his knees behind me and his face is buried. His tongue…Jesus, his tongue isinsideme. Somewhere it shouldnotbe. I gasp, and the gasp turns into a groan as I sink into the sensation of it, amazed that it could feel fuckinggood. Pax’s fingers are inside me next. I’ve never experienced anything as overwhelming as someone eating my ass and fingering me at the same time. It’s…it’s fucking…GOD! I grip hold of the edge of the desk, my mouth falling open. “Pax! Holyfuck!”
He pulls back and bites my ass cheek, showing no mercy whatsoever. The pain rips through me like a lightning bolt. “What?” he snarls. “You expect to walk around the academy wearing skintight jeans and fucking get away with it? You think I’m gonna let you flaunt this ass to anyone who cares to see it and not punish you for it later?”
“I—”
He lays the flat of his tongue against my asshole again, forcing the tip of it inside me, and my whole head lights up.
“You think,” he growls, “that a little sweat is gonna put me off, Chase? Iwantyour sweat. I want youfilthy. I want you out in the beating sun for seven hours straight, and then I want your pussy on my face. Youdareshower before coming here and I’ll make you fucking regret it.” He bites me again—the other ass cheek this time—and a scream rips out of my mouth before I can cut it off.
“Stop.”
I can’t. I really can’t. Fuck. The pain…
It intensifies as he digs in again, deeper, and the scream turns silent. I’m so paralyzed by the wash of sensation that even my vocal cords won’t work.
He pulls back, getting to his feet, and I slump against the desk, breathing hard.
“Is this what you want, Firebrand? Is this what makes you come?” I can see his reflection in the window now. His expression is savage. Would he look down at me, the way he’s looking at me right now, so possessively, if he knew I could see him? That question is answered very clearly when his head snaps up and he makes eye contact with me in the glass. He knew I was watching him. He couldfeelit. And yes. That dark, possessive spark is still there in his eyes. He does nothing to hide it. “Did you think…” He places one hand on my lower back, leaning his weight against me. The muscles and tendons stand proud in his neck as he lowers his jeans over his hips, pushing them down with his other hand. “Did you think that this wasn’t coming? Did you think I’d forget how good you were last time? Did you think I wasn’t going to make you submit to me again?”
He kicks out of his jeans, hurling them across the other side of the room. The sheer heat rolling off his body makes me want to weep. It feels incredible.
His hands move to my hips, his fingers pressing wickedly into my flesh. “You know you’re my toy, right? My pretty little fuck toy. My good girl. If you behave nicely for me, I’ll make sure I give you what you need.”
WhatdoI need? I don’t even know myself. I feel like he does, though. I know that, if I trust him in this, even though I absolutely shouldn’t, I will feel better. As toxic as this whole thing is, I know that it will take the pain away. Not the pain in my body. The deeper pain. The one that will eat me alive given half a chance.
His grip tightens. I angle my hips back, trying to press myself against him, to gain a little friction between my body and his. I want to feel how hard he is, butting up against my pussy, but he rocks his hips back, tutting disapprovingly under his breath. “Nuh uh uh. Doesn’t work like that. You don’t just get to take what you want.”
“Please. God, please.” He curves himself over me, his skin meeting mine, chest against my back, sending an explosion of warmth through my body. His teeth find my shoulder and clamp down. I arch against him, my breath stuttering out of me in desperate gasps. “Pl…fuck, please!”
He traces his fingers down my spine, parting my ass cheeks again. This time, it’s his thumb that presses up against my asshole. My mouth falls open again. I wait for what I know is coming. His teeth release me…
“Brace.”
The sensation is sharp and immediate. My spine bows away from the desk, but there’s nowhere for me to go. The front of my hips scream as I lean into the wood and Pax slides his thumb inside me.
The oxygen streams up out of my lungs, rushing past my lips. I have no choice but to allow him in. And, fuck, it feels amazing.
“Good,” Pax whispers into my ear. “Relax so you can take it. Good girl. This is only the beginning.”
I whimper at the promise in his voice. I have no idea what he has planned for me, but I know I won’t be able to walk away from it. No matter how shitty he is to me, I won’t be able to say no to him. He’s the only thing keeping me afloat right now.
“Fuck, Chase. You have the prettiest little pussy.” He ducks down and licks me from behind, and I relax even more, melting into the desk. His tongue sweeps and circles my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. When he starts slowly sliding his thumb out of my ass and gradually pushing it back in again, I start to fall apart. I need him so freaking bad. He could tell me to do anything at this point and I’d do it without question. I’m his puppet, and he doesn’t even realize it.
“Pax. Omg…fuck, that feels so good.”
“I know,” he rumbles. “I’m gonna make you squirt like this. I want your come all over my tongue.”
“Oh my God.”
