Page 49 of Crushed
But letting my guard down, not knowing how my body would react to the drug, whether I’d be able to keep my full mental capacity or if I would turn into a gooey mess, was unnerving. My job required that I anticipated the target’s next moves. A drug like Molly would hinder those abilities.
I clasped the pill in my hand and turned my body to the side, pretending to consume it with my wine, but I bit it in half and spit the rest back into my palm. A sweet, but bitter taste filled my taste buds. Like synthetic sugar with a metallic aftertaste. I held back a cringe. When I turned, Cormac was glaring at me.
“You took half,” he said.
Yeah… I had a feeling that wouldn’t get past him.
“I don’t normally do drugs,” I offered.
“Neither do I.” He pried open my hand and looked down at the broken pill. The bitter taste of the first half still lingered on my tongue. I drank more wine, drowning it in sweetness. Cormac closed my fingers around the tablet.
“This is still power exchange,” he said. “Sometimes, it will be about your fears. Facing water. Knowing that I will make you fear for your very life, but knowing that you’ll survive it. And sometimes, it will be with more pleasurable substances, like this. But again,” he tilted my chin, making me look into his dark green eyes, “Trust me. Trust that I know what I’m doing. That I will do what’s best for you.”
Ever since my parents died, I had only trusted Lizzy, and even that was iffy sometimes. Agreeing to trust Cormac was like offering him my heart. Could I do it willingly?
I had to. I had to take a leap and trust that he would be there to catch me, even if I knew that I couldn’t always catch him with open arms. Because in the future, I’d have to catch him with my gun.
“How long does it take to work?” I asked.
He closed his eyes, leaning back into the plush couch. “Only a few minutes.”
That seemed quick. But I had no experience to judge against it.
I tucked some loose hair behind my ear. What would Lizzy do?
Lizzy would take the drug and ask questions later. She always went headfirst into danger, as if she craved it.
But I was on my own now. I knew what she’d tell me to do.
I threw it into my mouth as quickly as I could, trying not to think about it. The effects would start working soon, and who knew what would happen then.
“I have to text my friend,” I said. Cormac didn’t say anything; he observed me as he sipped his scotch. I texted Lizzy:I took MDMA. Or Ecstasy. Or Molly. I don’t fucking know. Will you call me later? Make sure I’m okay and all of that?Relief washed through me, knowing that at least Lizzyknew. She might not respond, but she would know what was going on.
“On your knees,” he said. I scrambled to my knees, a wave of heat coursing through my body. The carpet dug into my skin. I looked up at Cormac, linking my hands behind my back. My eyes watered. Was that an effect of the drug?
He looked down at me, those green eyes glaring, and took my hair in his palm, using it to guide me. With his free hand, he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, taking out his veiny, throbbing cock. Though I hadn’t gotten a good look before he lowered me into the water the night before, I saw it now. Big and long.
“Stick out your tongue,” he said. I did as I was told, and he ran his cock over my tongue, wetting it. His sweat made me shiver; it smelled stronger, full of masculinity and aggression, as if he was ready to take me over his knee if I so much as breathed out of line. My stomach clenched at the thought. Going over Cormac’s knee wouldn’t be so bad. The salty taste of his cock made me want more.
Waves of heat rippled through me, my face on fire. It was as if every part of my body was on the verge of orgasm.
“Close your lips,” he murmured. His veins rubbed against my tongue, the red lipstick smearing down his shaft. At first, he went slow, inching himself deeper, and deeper, meeting the back of my throat, then he shoved himself all the way down, making me gag. My eyes watered again, the tears falling down the sides of my cheeks, and he ran his thumb across my tears, then licked it off of his thumb. “Fuck,” he moaned, then he gripped my hair and fucked my face like I was a doll, not caring about how his grip hurt my head, how I couldn’t breathe.
But I wanted more. More of his cock down my throat. More of him. My lips were on fire, and I was positive that the more he did this, the closer I was to climaxing from giving a blow job.
The whole experience was so damn powerful.
In and out, he slammed into my throat, and without being asked, I reached down between my legs and rubbed myself, humping my hand as he fucked my face. His eyes glimmered once he saw what I was doing.
“Does it turn you on to be fucked like this, little slut?” he asked. I groaned my admission, that yes, I fucking loved this. The way my blood was boiling with chemicals. The way his cock expanded in my throat. The way my lips were both numb and electric at the same time. He yanked me back by my hair, and hot ropes of come came raining down on my face, marking my cheeks, my lips. I greedily licked up what I could, tasting his salty sweetness, watching the way his biceps flexed under his shirt as he held his ejaculating cock above me.
He lifted me up, setting me on the velvet couch, easing my hips to the edge of it. Then he yanked off my shorts. He kneeled and bit my inner thighs, lightning bolts of pain and pleasure shooting through me. I clenched up, then clutched the back of his head into my grip. He threw back my thighs and lunged up, slamming my wrists down and pressing his body against me, his cock hard once again, twitching into me.
“Any time you move, I’m going to spank those decadent lips of yours,” he growled. Which ones did he mean? My whole body was so sensitive that I couldn’t bear the thought of either one getting spanked. A smirk formed on his lips, as if reading my mind. “Don’t move, then, pet.” He went back to his knees and licked the sides of my thighs, coming closer and closer, until finally, his warm mouth met my center. It was as if his tongue had reached inside of me, tickling me from the center of my rib cage, and I cried out, pressing my legs together. He slammed his open palm into my clit. I shrieked.
“I warned you once, Scarlett,” he said, an edge of pleasure in his voice, “I don’t warn twice.” I leaned forward, trying to see what he would do next, but he lowered his open mouth, ready to take my clit and suck it, the nerve endings rippling with energy, making it feel like my face,my facewas on the brink of orgasm.
“How do you do it?” I breathed. “How?”
How was it that we had taken the same drug, but Cormac was as cool as ever, in control, not a victim to his own senses like I was? Or was this his loss of control? I spread my legs, welcoming his tongue, and his eyes glanced up at my words, but he kept lapping me up, tasting me. My whole body vibrated on the brink of the abyss, and he slapped my sex again. Then he licked from my clit down to my ass. The ticklish sensation made me cry out, and he slapped my sex again.
This was an excuse for him to discipline me. To see what I was willing to endure so that he would lick me again. He slipped a finger inside of my slit, edging me closer, and I bucked my hips forward, not flinching this time when he spanked me again. It was so sensitive, so strong, so damn powerful that the pain had mixed with pleasure and become one sensation that I couldn’t untangle. I kept my hips forward and he pulled me in closer, sticking his tongue deep inside of me. I cried out and he pulled back long enough to command me.
“Comenow, Scarlett!”
And his fingers were back inside of me, fingering my sex, his mouth on my clit, another finger tickling my ass. It took everything I had to hold it together, to not let this mindless sensation control me. But I couldn’t stay still. No—this was more than any person could take. Did an overdose feel like this? Like your mind was being dissolved by a rich sensuality that would smother the world whole. I brought my legs together in an uncontrollable spasm and he smacked my sex, rushed his hands and tongue back to me, and that moment took me over the edge. I was falling into the abyss. He bit me, his teeth sinking into my lower lips, and I cried out. I howled. Screamed. There was nothing that would have made me come harder than his dominating tongue, his violent teeth, his control over me.
