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“Yes, beautiful.” Shifting slightly, he takes his cock and gently runs it over my birthmark, his eyes heavy-lidded. He’s turned on by my birthmark. But that can’t be right. This is another manipulation, another lie. Isn’t it?
“You’re cruel,” I counter, hating the way my eyes prick with tears at the falsity of his words and the degradation of his touch.
“You think I’m lying? You think I’d be this hard if I wasn't telling the truth?” he asks me, reading my thoughts as he rests the tip of his cock against my lips once more.
I don’t respond, not trusting that he won’t invade my mouth the second I open it. Instead, my fingers curl into his thighs, bunching the material of his trousers that rest there. I ignore the sudden pain in my hand from punching Leon so hard and hold on for dear life.
“Look at this room, these things. I’m not like everyone else,Nothing, and neither are you,” he whispers, gentler now. There’s a subtle change in him, one that softens the harsh cut of his jaw, and the tight press of his lips. Even his fingers soothe, stroking my head, no longer yanking at my hair. “Open up for me. Let me know what it feels like to bury my dick in your mouth and come all over your tongue like you came over mine, and I swear to you on my brothers’ lives I will not touch you again until the night of the Ball.”
My breath stutters, my traitorous core throbs, remembering their touch despite not wanting it. I remember the way they’d made me feel not minutes ago when I’d been under the influence of drugs. They’d taken a piece of me with their thieving lips and hands, and I despise them for it. Yet, here I am on my knees with Jakub’s cock pushing gently against my lips, considering his request. I’m not an idiot, I know that he could take what he wants regardless. Maybe that’s the key. Fighting him is only fueling the need he has within him. I can take control back by allowing this to happen. It can be onmyterms.
“What about Konrad and Leon?” I ask, my lips grazing the tip of his cock as I speak.
He shudders, pressing his eyes shut briefly. “They won’t touch you.”
“And you really believe that?”
“Yes,” he grits out, but there’s no denying the uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t believe they’ll be able to stay away any more than he has been able to do the same. I’m in this room on my knees, after all.
He licks his lips, waiting. He doesn’t force his cock into my mouth like I expect him to, he just stares at my birthmark, my lips, my eyes, like he’s not sure whether what he’s seeing is real or a fabrication of his twisted imagination. We’re at an impasse, one I don’t understand given his tendency to take. Then he curls his fist and gently, ever so gently, runs his knuckles over my birthmark and says; “That collar you’re wearing, it belonged to my dog, Star. I loved her. She was the only beautiful thing I owned. It’s an honor to wear her collar.”
My mouth drops open in shock, hanging slack, wide. I should’ve known better, because he takes that as an opportunity to slide his dick between my parted lips, sighing as he slips inside my mouth. The salty, warm taste of him assails my senses as I draw in a sharp breath, shocked by both the invasion and the confession. Jakub rests his velvety dick on my tongue, a vulnerability shadowing his features beneath the mask he wears. He hadn’t meant to say that, but now he’s filled the silence between us with a secret so thick I’m almost expecting him to use Star’s leash to kill me.
He doesn’t.
And I don’t bite.
Call it instinct, call it obedience, call it survival, maybe even strength,power.Either way, I don’t do what I threatened. Instead, I curl my tongue around his thick, veiny dick and suck.
He groans.
I lick.
He moans.
I scrape my teeth lightly over his sensitive skin.
He tucks his jaw into his chest and shudders.
I peer up at him from beneath hooded eyelids, through lashes still wet from the tears I’ve shed, and boldly take his cock in my hand. I grip the base and he jerks from my touch, letting out a sigh that cuts through my anger and seeps into my chest, burrowing there, uninvited, unwelcome but there.
With a new sense of purpose, I concentrate on giving him the best blowjob of his life. I’ve never done this before, but I’m a fast learner, listening to the sounds he makes, studying how he reacts to every lick and suck. It’s such an intimate act and there’s a level of trust involved.
I could bite him.
He could choke me.
But the fight has gone, the distrust between us has been pushed aside.
Right here and now, I’m just a woman giving a man a blowjob.
Giving him pleasure, not pain.
And just like I did,heconcedes.
Shoulders dropping, mouth going slack, Jakub drops the veil a little, imparting me with the gift of his pleasure.
There’s a power in that. A shift in the dynamics. He might not think so, but it’s true nevertheless.
