I hadn’t even processed what was happening.
And I was already his.
His eyes burned into mine—calm, terrifyingly calm. That kind of calm that only came before a storm.
“You just earned yourself a lesson in submission and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats. No hesitation. No warning. He pushed them down without a word, moving straight to my punishment—and I froze.
My eyes widened.
Oh. My. God.
I blinked.
I’ve seen dick before, don’t get me wrong. But never this close. Never like this—right in front of my eyes, hard and intimidating as hell.
His cock was just as perfect as the rest of his body, but the size… Jesus.
Is that supposed to fit inside me?
Something primal shifted in my chest. Heat flooded my belly but it tangled with panic. This wasn’t teasing anymore. This wasn’t a game.
He was going to ruin me.
And I’d asked for it.
His size, his presence—it eclipsed everything. He knelt between my thighs, wrapped a hand gently around my jaw, tilting my face toward his.
“That tongue of yours?” he said, voice dropping. “I’m going to fuck it raw. And when you’re gagging on it, maybe you’ll finally shut the fuck up.”
My breath caught. My body betrayed me—burning with want even as my heart pounded with nerves.
He leaned in. His eyes locked on mine.
“Open.”
I felt the tremor in my muscles, the way my body went rigid even as it ached to be touched. My lips wouldn’t part—not because I didn’t want him. I had wanted him for a long time. Just not like this, with him punishing me. He hadn’t been gentle and he hadn’t asked. Yet the ache between my thighs only grew sharper, and heat kept spreading across my skin despite everything.
His cock hovered near my mouth like a dare, and suddenly all I could think about was what would happen if I choked, if I gagged, if he realized I had no experience with this.It terrified mealmost as much as how badly I wanted it anyway.
His hand threaded into my hair, jerking my head back. His other hand gripped my jaw, forcing it open.“Open. You were mouthing off five minutes ago—don’t get shy now.”
Heat rolled through me like a wave andI parted my lips. Slowly. Reluctantly.
He exhaled sharply, satisfied.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “Be good.”
His hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding me steady, in control—but he hovered just close enough to make my breath hitch. The head of his cock brushed against my lips, teasing, slick and heavy.
“Lick it,” he murmured. “Slow. And don’t make me repeat myself.”
My heart stuttered.
I parted my lips and ran my tongue along the tip, heart hammering as the warmth of him met the soft, unsure flick of my tongue. The texture was foreign—silken but firm, hot and smooth against my lips. I tasted salt, skin, something musky and masculine that made my stomach clench and my core flutter with nervous heat.
He groaned, low and dark, his hips giving the smallest twitch.
