Page 29 of Broken Discipline
I grinned, trying to tease him with something lighter instead. “I’d rather spit in your face, than ask for your help,” I teased.
His jaw twitched, his eyes narrowed. Had I piqued his interest, then?
“You wouldn’t,” he said.
I took a big swig of whiskey in my mouth, letting it burn on my tongue, showing him how puffed and full my cheeks were, then leaned back, ready to hock it at his face, but before I could even open my mouth, Finn quickly pinched my lips between his fingers. His eyes blazed into a sapphire madness, his pupils completely focused on me.
“Swallow it,” he said, his voice menacing, “like a good little slut.”
My stomach swelled with heat. I swallowed some of it, keeping my gaze focused on him. His eyes traveled down my throat. But I couldn’t give in without a fight. I let some of the whiskey dribble between my lips, wetting his hands, dripping down and landing on his steel-toed boot.
Every muscle in my body tensed. Had I gone too far? He let go of my mouth, then balled his fists, his knuckles cracking. Then each curled finger relaxed, a smooth, emotionless expression covering his face.
“Clean it up,” he ordered.
I bent my knees, using my sleeve to wipe it up.
“Your tongue,” he said.
My cheeks flamed, but I lowered myself. There was something inside of me thatmademe want to do it. Made me want to lie down and let him take advantage of me, even if that meant licking his boot clean. My tongue stretched, the natural scent of leather mixing with the harsh whiskey, and a drop of bubbly spit landed right beside my tongue on top of the leather.
He had just spit on his own shoe. A lustful cruelty swirled in his blue eyes.
“I don’t like repeating myself, Ramona,” he warned, his words vibrating through me. “Lick. It. Up.”
I tried to figure out if I was resisting because I didn’t want to do it, or because I knew I shouldn’twantto do it. Finn’s large hand gripped the hair at the back of my head, the strands tight between his fingers, yanking at my skull. He shoved me down, forcing my face against the leather. His saliva and the whiskey painted my face, smearing my makeup. But I stuck out my tongue, licking at the black leather, trying hard not to think about how ridiculous I looked. How desperate I was. How good it felt to be on my knees, worshiping him.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a low voice. He smacked my ass. I yelped, and my knees parted, giving him better access. His hand cupped my pussy from behind. Heat radiated to my toes, and he growled. “Look at how pathetic you look,” he said. “I bet you’re wet already.” Anger flashed through me, but when I looked up, Finn towered over me, rubbing the head of his cock through his pants. Pre-cum drenched the fabric. His mouth opened, hungry for me. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”
I closed my eyes, lowering myself again, wanting desperately to hear him say those words. The leather was rough and smooth on my tongue, like the skin of an orange. My body burned, knowing that he was touching himself while he watched me.
“Hands behind your back,” he murmured. I did as I was told, even though it made licking his boots more difficult. “Between the laces.” I rested my face on the leather as I reached my tongue between the strands, each string like another chain pulling me down toward the abyss. “That’s it. Just like that.”
A rush of heat ran through me, but before I could blink, he yanked me to my feet and ripped off my clothes.
“On your back,” he ordered. And instantly, I laid down on the ground with my hands at my sides. My legs were pressed together, my hips writhing toward him, begging for more, but he leaned down and smacked my knees until my legs were spread again. His gaze traveled from my face to my flat breasts, my hard nipples, my rippled stomach, down to my hairy pussy. He licked his lips, then stepped over me, letting my body rest between his legs. Standing over me with each boot by the side of my head, he unzipped his pants, taking out his heavy cock. I licked my lips.
“Open up, slut,” he growled.
Like an obedient little toy, I opened my mouth as wide as possible. As his palm slid over his hard dick, he let some spit drip into his hand, lubricating his grip. Then he spitagain,letting that long string of saliva land inside of my mouth. His spit was cool against the furnace of my tongue, another demonstration of how Finn was always in control. I was the literal ground for him to spit on, and my head was empty, forced into obedience. His fist focused on the head of his cock, his eyes glazed. He licked his lips.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he murmured.
No matter how I tried to make sense of it, I knew, without a doubt, that even if Finn spit on me, degrading me like this—more than anything else,he wanted me.
“Swallow it,” he said, his eyes glinting with lust. “Show me how much you love swallowing anything I give you.”
I swallowed it down, not questioning it at all, then opened my mouth again. Finn spit inside of me, letting each wad of saliva drip on my face or in my mouth, covering me with him.
“Such a good girl,” he said. My heart raced, my knees weak. “Letting me do what I want to you. Letting me use you like this. Tell me what you want and if you deserve it, I’ll give you your reward for being a good girl.”
Everything inside of me twitched with need, desperate to feel him on top of me, possessing every part of my body. I shouldn’t have trusted him, but it was so hard to remember why I wasn’t supposed to like him, especially when he talked to me like this. I wanted to prove that I deserved everything he gave me. That I was worthy of his protection.
“Fuck me,” I whined, “and come on my face.”
My face reddened, but Finn growled, deep and guttural, completely turned on by my words. He pulled me to my feet, rubbing his hands all over my wet face, completely destroying me, transforming me into a mess of mascara and eyeliner, and yet he pressed himself against me, his cock hard as stone. He licked my face, tasting his spit, my sweat, my makeup. He quickly pulled off his button-up shirt and that black-lined tattoo of a griffin swirled in my vision, making me dizzy. Finn was powerful like that creature, and I wanted to endure all of him.
He cradled my hips, lifting me up, then slid into my pussy, pushing his cock to the hilt. His dick stretched me out, hitting my cervix and I cried in bliss, my body so sensitive and aroused that his one thrust pushed me right up to that edge.
