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The thought comes as a shock to me. Iwanthim to kiss me. I want to taste his lips. But he turns just enough that he misses my lips and instead settles his mouth against my neck.
“One last chance, baby girl.” The words are barely a whisper. I turn my head just enough to catch his eyes that stare into mine. I can’t form a word; instead, I slowly shake my head to let him know that I’m not turning back.
He releases me, maneuvering me down the hallway to walk in front of him as we approach his bedroom. I look back over my shoulder. He’s a few steps behind me, watching me like a predator stalks his prey. His eyes drag slowly up my body. Once we cross the threshold, he reaches for the door, closing it behind us, the latch making me jump a little.
“So—”
His finger hovers over his lips as he slowly shakes his head no.
“Come here.” His command is clipped. I take a few steps closer to him, his hand darting out to grab me and pull me flush against him. He spins me around so that my back is to his chest. “What’s your safe word?”
“S-safe word?” I stutter.
“You wanted it to hurt, didn’t you? You need a safe word in case I push you past the point you can endure.”
My throat constricts, making it near impossible to swallow. “Flower.”
“Flower.” His breath is warm against my cheek. “I like that. Delicate, like you.”
Goosebumps pepper my skin, his fingers leisurely dragging up my arms. My eyes close, and my head tilts to the side as he runs his tongue up my neck. I can feel my brain wanting to rationalize this, wanting to talk myself out of the fact that I’m about to have sex with my dead husband’s best friend, but I shut it down.
Mads’ hands travel up my body, one hand reaching up to release my hair from my clip while the other tugs at the strap on my shoulder, yanking it down my arm. He grunts as he pulls the other strap down, yanking the dress over my ass, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. “Step,” he commands, moving me out of the dress. He repeats the process of removing my bra and panties, then steps back to look at me.
I feel awkward. I’ve never been self-conscious about my body before, but I’ve also never stood fully nude in high heels while a man circled me, his eyes taking in every single inch of me. Even when Dane and I were intimate, the lights were usually off or if they were on, we weren’t standing there staring at each other.
“Look at me.” My eyes dart up, my arms instinctively attempting to hide part of my body. “You’re going to follow my rules in here.” He continues to circle me until he’s behind me, his one hand traveling up between my breasts. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word out of your mouth unless…” His other hand travels down slowly over my lower belly till he reaches my pubic bone. “You’re using your safe word or you’re saying my name. You understand me?”
I nod, his fingers sliding down between my folds. “Yes.” I finally manage to squeak out the word as his other hand finds my throat again.
“Attagirl,” he praises me. “Now let me use you.” His fingers continue to toy with me, circling my clit, sliding inside me. “Let me show you how good pain can feel.” My pleasure begins to build rapidly but before I can climax, he releases me, stepping back a little before dropping to his knees behind me. I glance over my shoulder, but I feel the pain before I can see what he’s doing.
“Ow!” I can’t help but yelp when he sinks his teeth into the fleshy cheek of my ass.
“What did I tell you about speaking?” he says before pulling his hand back and bringing it down against my flesh, the sound echoing through the room. I close my eyes, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. I clench my teeth so I don’t speak again.
“Hands and knees, on the bed. Now.”
I obey and this time I keep my eyes forward. I fully expect another slap across my ass but instead I feel his hands grip me, then pull me apart as his tongue slides deep between my cheeks. He repeats the process, sliding his tongue between my folds, inside me and straight up to my asshole.
The tension in my body begins to release, and my fingers dig into his comforter as pleasure overtakes me. I’ve never had a man’s tongue so deeply inside me and I’ve certainly never had a man lick my ass before. I moan loudly, trying my best to stay quiet but I can’t.
“Say my name.” Mads voice is gruff, the jangle of his belt buckle echoing through the room followed by the sound of his zipper. His hands are on my ass again, spreading me apart when I hear him spit, warmth slowly spreading between my cheeks as he rubs his spit between my folds.
“Ohhhh.” I can’t stop the groan that tumbles from my lips as I feel him replace his fingers with the tip of his cock.
“That’s not my name now is it, Emery?” He removes himself from me.
“N—no,” I say, expecting him to push into me but he doesn’t.
“Say”—smack—“my”—another smack—“name!” Smack. This time the smack is so hard it physically moves me up the bed.
“Mads!” I scream his name. “Oh God, Mads!”
His erection presses against my slit, his fingers digging into my hips. “That’s right, baby girl. I’m your god,” he says before slamming himself deep inside me. My hands are in fists, my face smashed into the bed as I bite down on the comforter.
“Oh fuck, you’re tight.” He pulls out, then slides back in on a groan. “Like an innocent virgin.” He groans. “Did Dane ever even fuck you, baby girl?” His questions are rhetorical, I remind myself as he begins to move in and out of me, the pain slowly giving way to pleasure, inch by inch.
“Down.” He spits the word at me, his hand pressing firmly against my upper back as he drives in deeper over and over again. His belt jangles with every thrust, his grunts filling the room. I tilt my head to the side, looking back at him. He’s still fully clothed, the hem of his shirt in his mouth, holding it up as he looks up toward the ceiling. One foot is on the floor, the other on the edge of the bed as he pounds into me.
