Consequences of Deception (13 page)

“You want this cock, don’t you? Do you want it in your mouth first?”

I am gone—completely gone. Any thoughts of how we got here are long gone and now all I can focus on is the pleasure.

“Yesss…”

“Then beg me for it.”

I shake my head emphatically, unable to go that far. Reaching out, he fists his hand in my hair and tugs, not gently. “I said beg me for it, princess. Follow orders or prepare yourself for punishment.”

Why that sounds so hot is really beyond me, but I can see that he’s not kidding and the words come flying out of my mouth of their own accord. “Please… let me suck… your… cock. Please.”

He nods his approval at my words as he climbs back up onto the bed and lies down. I immediately go to take him into my mouth, but he stops me. “Lay down so that your pussy is on my tongue.”

I whimper helplessly even as a fresh wave of arousal pulses out of me. “I can’t… please, Killian… that’s embarrassing.”

He takes charge in a nanosecond, grabbing me and flipping me around so that I am sitting on his face—facing his erection. One hot stroke of his tongue has me leaning forward to take his cock into my mouth, and I gasp as he wraps his arms around my waist and latches his mouth to my liquid center.

It feels so incredibly good that it’s hard for me to focus on anything else but his mouth and his tongue working in tandem to make me crazy. I ride his face for a minute; helpless against the sensations he is giving me. Pulling away from me he rasps, “Put my dick in your mouth, princess. Suck it and make me feel good. Taste me like I’m tasting you.”

Leaning forward I fist his shaft as I run my tongue tentatively over his tip. The taste of hot sin explodes on my tongue and I am helpless to fight it. I lick and suckle at him, every single inch of his enormous cock covered in my saliva because I have to lick the entire thing. Fisting him again, I easily begin jerking him, the lube from my licking having done its job.

He groans against me as I work and I listen for his cues as I learn his shaft. Holding him still I hover over the head for a moment before my mouth opens and I finally take him inside. My reward is two rough spanks on my ass and a series of tongue thrusts inside my heated core, and I moan as he slides further into my mouth and hits the back of my throat.

His mouth leaves me for a moment as he moans. “Goddammit you’re so good, princess. Too fucking good.”

I go hot all over from his words, which makes me work even harder to please him. Damn it all, I want his praise and I can’t help but take pride in the fact that he hadn’t said anything at all to the cougar that blew him last night. It sounds terrible but it means something to me to be better than her—much better.

I put everything I have into licking and sucking on him, listening for the sounds of his pleasure and paying attention to what makes his body tense and his shaft jerk in my mouth. I learn that the spot just underneath his head is his hot button, and the more I lick it, the crazier he gets. He seems to love when I suck just the head, he whimpers when I tongue his slit and he goes a little crazy when I take him past the point of comfortable in my mouth until he is hitting my throat.

All the while he is devouring me-- licking and flicking me with his tongue. When I can take it no more I sit up straight and come with an ecstatic cry.

“Taste so fucking sweet, and it’s all for me.”

I whimper as he pulls me harder onto his face, his tongue an aphrodisiac that is setting my entire being on fire. I thought I knew everything about oral sex after he went down on me the other day, thought that there was nothing that he could do that would surprise me, but I was wrong. This is much, much more intense.

I let out a cry as he slides his finger across my slick opening. His fingertip is slippery with my juices and it slides around before he begins slipping it inside of me.

My knee jerk reaction is to lift up and away because even the one finger makes me feel too full, but the arm that is around my waist holds me tighter. “Let me in, princess. I promise, it’s going to feel so good. Let me in.”

It turns out that I must be hardwired to listen to Killian because I follow his orders.

“That’s right, just relax and let my finger inside of you.” As I comply, he speaks again. “Ah, good girl.”

As soon as he has his finger inside of me he latches back onto my clit and swirls his tongue over my hood again and again while his finger pumps in and out of me. I am in no way prepared for how good this feels, and I try my hardest just to stay alert as I go back to sucking his enormous cock.

He adds a second finger and I just about lose my marbles. I am stretched tight around them, which feels completely foreign but also unbelievably good. The more pleasure he gives me with his fingers, the crazier I go on his shaft.

“Fuck, princess, I hear you slurping on my dick. So fucking hot. I love it dirty and loud. Spit on it, baby, get me nice and wet so that when I put that dick into you, it’s almost as wet as your cunt is. The wetter the better, princess.”

The second he latches back onto my clit I lose it, grinding against his mouth as I come screaming. I’m still coming when he flips me over onto my back and gets on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his hands before placing his shaft at my opening.

“Are you ready?”

Whimpering, I nod my head.

“Oh no, princess, nodding doesn’t count for shit. The words. Tell me that you’re ready for me to make you come with my cock buried inside of you. You’re going to love it so fucking much, filling you, moving inside of you, making you come so hard—you’ll wonder if you’ll survive. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

My hands somehow find their way to his ass, one rock hard cheek in each. “I’m ready. I want it.”

Chuckling softly, he leans forward and kisses me with such ferocity that I get dizzy. He pulls back and starts sliding his cock back and forth against my clit, a sensation that makes me so wet—I can feel it trickling out of me. Clutching his ass in my hands firmly, I try to pull him into me.

“I told you what you had to say, princess. If you can’t say it, I’ll just ride it out on your clit and we’ll try again some other time. You’re not having sex with a boy. I’m a man and I like to hear how fucking turned on you are, the filthier the better. I’m not giving you my cock until you say the words.”

After swallowing hard I whisper, “I want your cock, Killian. Fuck me.”

Positioning himself right at my opening, he looks into my eyes. “Say it again, princess, and this time—say it loud enough for me to hear it.”

“Your cock! I want your cock… fuck meeeeeeeee…”

I draw the last word out impossibly long as he quickly thrusts inside of me. Pain explodes in a way I hadn’t expected. Of their own accord, my hands fly up to his chest and begin pushing at him as I try to get him off of me. This doesn’t feel good at all! No, instead it’s agonizing pain that makes me feel like I am being too stretched out.

“Stop! Stop! It hurts! Take it out, take it out, take it out! Please, Killian! Oh please, please…. Stop!”

He shudders over me as he takes my hands from where they are clawing at his chest and laces them together with his. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, princess. Just breathe. You’re very tight and you need to get used to me. Just relax and give it a minute while you adjust.”

A single tear escapes my eye and races down my cheek, and Killian watches its progress with a look on his face that I don’t recognize. Setting his forehead on mine, he says, “It’s okay, princess. Don’t cry.”

Raising his forehead he pulls his left hand away, licks his finger then slides it between us and lays it on my clit. I realize that I am already adjusting to him as the first few circles of his finger make me lose my breath and clench around him. I can’t believe how much of a difference it makes and before long I’m arching against him—anxiously looking for some more friction.

“You want it harder now, don’t you?”

“Yes. It feels so much better!”

He smiles at me as he begins pulling out, chuckling softly as I wrap my arms around his back and try to pull him to me.

“Now,” he rasps, “you’re going to get fucked.”

I’m unable to keep little cries from escaping past my lips as he starts a steady rhythm of in and out pumping. It takes my breath away seeing him above me and feeling him buried inside of me, and I clench against him again and again as he rocks into me. Four and a half years disappear in the blink of an eye. All I can think about is how amazing he feels and how glad I am that it’s Killian taking my virginity, because for me, it’s only ever been him.

Of course, this presents a whole other set of problems that I’m going to have to deal with at some point, but right now I’m giving myself permission to let go and enjoy it. Even under the worst of circumstances, I have to admit that I would rather be having sex with Killian than anyone else.

“Ahh…. you’re so tight,” he growls. “Hot… so fucking hot!”

Adjusting our position, he lifts my ass up and tucks his arms under my legs to elevate me more. This allows him to go deeper, so deep that it’s like I can feel him battering into the walls around my heart with every thrust.

“Look at it,” he moans. “Watch your pussy taking my cock. See how wet it is from you? Watch it slide in and out. This is only mine, Sloane. No one else gets this, do you hear me?”

I nod absently as I watch him pump in and out of me, so enraptured by the sight that I am not focusing on his words at all. Killian Brandt is fucking me! It’s unbelievable watching him disappear into me only to retreat covered in my arousal a second later and I can’t look away. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I want to spend an eternity watching him fuck me.

I moan as he pulls almost all the way out and stays there, my eyes flying up to meet his. “Don’t stop!”

“No one else gets this. You’re fucking mine, Sloane, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you. You belong to me. This pussy is now my property — MINE. Do you understand?”

I think I understand the proprietary nature of his words but I don’t understand at all how he really means them to be interpreted. At any other time I would ask for clarification, but the look in his eyes is so fierce and demanding that I know better. Killian is hanging on by a thread and I’m not about to pick apart his statements right now. In the end it really doesn’t matter much because he’s right — I do belong to him. Even when he doesn’t want me, I’m his.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I understand.”

My words seem to trigger a need for him to go harder, and my cries escalate in intensity as he thrusts into me again and again, thunderously hard and furiously fast. His finger rubs my wet clit faster and harder, swirling around and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I arch up to meet his every thrust, clawing at his back and biting his chest when he bends down close enough for me to do so.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “You’re clenching like crazy. Come for me, princess.”

I stop breathing altogether as my orgasm slams into me with such force that I lose myself in it. My body goes bowstring tight and I shudder all over as it goes on and on. My eyes stay clenched shut, but they fly open when Killian yells out, “Watch me, Sloane. Take it!”

I suck in a huge lungful of air, still clenching and coming around his cock as I feel his release begin spurting inside of me; the heat decadent and unbelievably arousing. My orgasm has been softening, but the feel of his hot release brings it back. Opening my mouth I throw my head back and let out one long scream as he fucks me into the mattress and both of us continue coming together.

He collapses on top of me in a boneless heap as we both try to catch our breath. A few minutes pass in silence before he lifts himself up, and I immediately miss having him that close to me.

“This might hurt,” he says as he starts to pull out.

I am surprised that he’s right, letting out a little “Ouch,” as the final inch of him leaves me.

I expect him to stay in the bed, but instead he jumps right up and heads into the bathroom—slamming the door shut behind him. I hear the shower turn on and I stay in the bed, like a fucking moron, for another few minutes before getting up and hauling ass to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. If he’s washing me off of him, I’m sure as hell going to be washing him off of me.

By the time I am showered and changed, he’s gone from the condo. He’s been “kind” enough to leave a note, alerting me to the fact that he is working up in the other condo.

I take the note and rip it into hundreds of tiny pieces before I flush it down the toilet, along with my stupid little-girl dreams about how what has happened between us will get us back to a better place.

Nothing has changed at all, aside from the fact that I’ve just been royally fucked.

I throw on a pair of running shorts and a tank top, put my hair up into a ponytail, throw a bottle of water into my running pack and hightail it out of the condo without notifying Killian or his security team.

I’m overly emotional, pissed off and frustrated to boot. I just want to be alone. Since Killian’s barely been around at all until today, I’m sure that I have plenty of time to get a run in without him ever noticing that I am even gone.