Page 56 of Like Grim Death: Part One
Fuck.
Her pale, freckled face flushes a brighter red as my knuckles graze her neck, the belt so tight around her throat. I know she can’t breathe, her eyes growing wider, but she pulls down my zipper, then leans back as I keep the belt tight around her. She uses her toes to push down my pants.
Her fingers come to the belt around her throat as she silently pleads with me to let her breathe. But I like this.Her under my control.I like controlling everything about her, from what she eats, what she wears, when she finds out what’s going on around us,when she breathes.And lately, with her new addiction to working out, and my worries about things outside of our home, I don’t feel I’ve had that damn control.
“Stop pulling at it,” I tell her, tilting my head so my lips brush hers, my cock rock fucking hard. “Relax, and I’ll loosen it.”
Her fingers are still trying to pull at the leather, her mouth open, desperate to inhale.
I grab her face, keeping one hand on the buckle at her throat. Running my thumb over her bottom lip, I lick the top one. “Kiss me, just once, then you can breathe.”
She’s panicky, shaking her head, her face blushing from pink to red, but I hold her chin in my hand and when my tongue slips past the seam of her lips, she listens, kissing me hard, our teeth clashing together, a pleading in her mouth, her tongue twirling with mine, her hands coming to my chest, scratching at my shirt.
I shift the buckle of the belt, and she gasps into my mouth with the release.
I let go of the belt, shoving down my boxer briefs and stepping out of them, then wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her hand drifts down my T-shirt, across my abs, to my cock. She wraps her fingers around it, and this time,I’m gasping.
I grab the inside of her thigh,hard,and she hooks her leg around my back, pulling me closer.
I thread my fingers through her hair as I yank her head back, staring down at her.
“Don’t put it in,” I warn her, gripping her tighter, tears pricking at the corner of her wide eyes, my hand still on her thigh.
My brow to hers, I look down between us, watching as she shifts her hips, closer to the edge, her thighs spread wide, her knee bent as she keeps her leg hooked around me.
I bite my lip, my chest tight staring at her pussy opened up to me, exposing her pink, swollen clit. She brings the head of my cock to it, but I slide my hand down from her hair to her throat, squeezing tight beneath the belt like a leash around her neck.
When I look up, she’s peering up at me through dark lashes.
“Ask me.” My voice is rough, full of lust.
“Mavy,” she whispers between us. “Let me.”
I press my thumb into the hollow of her throat.“Ask.”
“W-what do you want me to ask?” Her words are breathy, and we’ve slipped into our roles. She lets me dominate her, and I take control. I’m thinking of nothing else right now. It’s a break. A fucking reprieve.
“Ask me for permission for my cock to make you feel good.”
She whines, her leg falling from my waist as she spreads herself wider. I smell her between us, and her scent drives me fucking wild.
“Please let me.” Her eyes search mine as she strokes my cock. “Please, please let me.”
“Do you deserve it, pretty girl?” I run my mouth over hers, my body hot with need. But I want to drag it out. I want to stay in this moment, because when it’s over, she’s going to question me again, and I don’t have answers. I can’t give them to her. I don’t even know what the fuck is going on. “Do you deserve to feel good, Ella?”
She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You’ve been good for me?” I whisper, sliding my hand up her thigh, to her round fucking ass, more toned now from these workouts she’s been doing and I’m not sure I really fucking like that. But I likeher,and I squeeze her hard, digging my fingers in. She sucks in a breath, sitting up straighter, a whimper leaving her mouth.
“Yes, always,” she says to me. “I’m always good for you.Please.”She tries to pull me closer, and I feel the tip of my dick brush up against her clit, but I angle my hips away, not letting her get what she wants. Not yet.
“Youalwayslisten to me, huh?”
Her face flushes pink all over again, a smile pulling at her lips. I shift my hold on her throat to her jaw, fingers splayed alongside it. “You think it’s funny, Ella? You think it’s cute to be a fucking brat?”
She shakes her head, still not looking at me. I grip her tighter, angling her head up.
“Look at me when you answer me.”
