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He did the right thing when it mattered.
I pulled the lingerie out of the box and changed. It fit me perfectly, like he’d measured my body before he picked it out. I kept myself barefoot since I would be removing my heels anyway. I fixed my hair and then climbed the stairs to the third floor where he would be waiting for me. My heart was pounding with adrenaline, fearful of the pain about to come my way. I would have more bruises and scars on my canvas. I would be the object of cruelty and punishment. I anticipated the pain with fear, but I knew I needed to suck it up. It wouldn’t always be this way. There would be nights when Carter would take me slowly and gently, making me come as I lay on my back and enjoyed him.
I arrived at his bedroom and walked inside. The second I stepped into the room, I saw him standing at the foot of his bed. In his black boxers and with a hard expression on his face, he didn’t look like the man who comforted me yesterday.
He looked like he didn’t possess an ounce of compassion.
Fueled by testosterone and muscle, his hard-on was outlined in his shorts. The muscles of his chest and stomach were tight in anticipation, like he wanted to rush me and pin me to the ground. His arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles of his biceps flexed with power.
I was caught off guard looking at him, detecting his carnal mood the second I was in his presence. He’d given his direction very clearly, so I obeyed and lowered myself to my knees in front of him, sitting on the rug in front of his bed.
He stared at me with a mixture of carnal desire and ferocity. His eyes trailed over my body, appreciating the way the lingerie cupped my tits and formed a deep cleavage line. He lowered his hands to his sides and straightened. “Eyes down.”
I moved my gaze to the floor, obeying the command without question.
He watched me for a full minute, the silence stretching between us. He’d probably anticipated my resistance since I’d always been a bit sassy. But now that he gave me back my son, I was loyal to him completely. He probably got hard from it, aroused by the sight of my complete submission.
He pushed his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Then he walked toward me, his large feet thudding against the rug as he approached. Only his legs were visible to me, his muscled calves and thighs impressive as he moved. He stopped in front of me, standing over me. “Suck me off.” His fingers moved under my chin, and he lifted my gaze to meet his. His throbbing cock was tinted red from all the blood that moved into the thick length. He grabbed his dick and positioned it down, prepared to slide it into my mouth.
I opened my mouth, ready to take him.
But he didn’t close the distance between us. He flashed a look of anger. “Yes, sir.”
I brought my lips to the head of his cock and kissed it. “Yes, sir,” I said quietly.
His intense gaze deepened when he heard those words. His hand moved to the back of my head and kept me in place as he inserted his dick all the way to the back of my throat. During our nights together, he was always gentle and slow, taking his time like he was in no rush. But now he was quick and hostile, thrusting himself into my throat without gentleness. “Wider.”
I opened my mouth farther so I could take his length deeper and harder. He was moving so fast, it was difficult for me to breathe. I had to time my inhalation with his thrusts to keep myself breathing. I flattened my tongue and tasted the goodness that oozed out of his tip. His desire was obvious in his taste, in the way he thickened even more than usual. I moved with him and took him as deep as I could go without gagging.
“Look at me.”
My eyes landed on his, and I watched the hardness of his jaw, the way his eyes burned with angry desire. It was like he’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much, but also had never hated someone more. It was an intense and terrifying experience because he’d been so different that morning.
“You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He gripped my neck and thrust himself a little harder, hitting me even deeper.
I kept my mouth open and refused to gag, knowing that would ruin his pleasure. His cock was bigger than my mouth could handle, but I kept up with him, doing my best to be what he wanted. When I saw how much he enjoyed it, it made me enjoy it too. I could feel the moisture seep into my thong and weigh it down. Saliva spilled over my lips and dripped down my chin and to the rug beneath my knees. My hands gripped his thighs for balance, and tears burned in my eyes because my throat was being rubbed until it was raw. I kept going anyway, letting him fuck my throat without mercy.
