Syrena

As I let my fingers brush along the windows, searching for a way to open them, the front door suddenly slams open, catching me by surprise. I almost tumble but manage to capture myself on the windowsill, blowing out a breath.

“Hello?” I mutter.

“It’s me.” His voice is enough to give me goose bumps.

I can hear him throw his coat on the hanger and set something down. His footsteps come closer. I sit down on the windowsill, hands behind me, pushing my tits forward.

He didn’t stay at work for time, which begs the question—why did he leave early?

I’m thinking it’s because of me.

“You came home early,” I muse, licking my lips as I smile.

“Yes.”

No denial. No explanation. Exactly his style.

He doesn’t mince words, which is why every single one of them he does utter is important. And I need to pull out as many as I can. One by one. Until he’s explained all this.

And I know just the way to go about it.

As he approaches, I cross my legs and seductively lean back on the windowsill, awaiting his command.

He’s right in front of me, but I don’t move an inch.

His finger touches the collar of the shirt I’m wearing. His shirt. Starting at the top, he slides all the way down between my breasts and to my navel, stopping only when the fabric comes to an end right below my hips.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmurs. I can’t tell if he likes it or if he’s upset.

I cock my head and run my fingers along the buttons, popping just the top one. “Do you like it?”

He sucks in a breath. “Don’t.”

“Why?” I ask, leaning in closer. “It’s too hot in here, isn’t it?”

I know I’m taunting him.

I want him to cross his boundaries. I want him to take what he wants, so he’ll give me what I want in return. He can deny his needs all he wants, but I felt it in his kiss … he wants me more than anything.

“I didn’t give you permission to go through my things,” he hisses.

I narrow my eyes. “I was under the impression I could do whatever the hell I wanted in your home as long as I didn’t try to escape.”

A soft growl leaves his mouth. “What are you trying to do?”

“Why are you asking?” I slowly let my fingers slide up his chest. “Is it working?”

He grabs my wrists and pushes them back. “Don’t play games with me.”

“Am I?” I ask.

I’m not afraid of him. If he wanted to kill me, he would’ve already done it by now. I’ve faced death. Met him in person. And I still lived.

“Taunting me has consequences,” he says, his voice stern.

I open my legs and part them wide, showing him how little I’m wearing. “I think I can take it.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Then he grabs my arm and yanks me toward him. “Don’t tempt me.”

He clenches me so tightly, I’m unable to free myself from his grip. Still, I don’t feel fear. Only the excitement raging through my veins.

“Go to your room,” he murmurs.

He’s so close now; I could almost lean in and kiss him.

So I do. I inch closer and closer. He doesn’t stop me. Not even after my lips have already grazed his.

“Do it,” I whisper.

I can feel a wicked grin form on his lips.

The tension is rising. I can feel it in the air like a thick fog blocking all rational thoughts. And I know he can feel it too.

“Go to your room,” he commands. “Now.” This time, the words have a whole new connotation.

I’m almost tempted to talk back to him. The words “or what” linger on my tongue. But I don’t let them out.

Instead, I get up from the windowsill and casually stroll toward the door next to me while I sway my hips. I know he’s watching. I don’t need to see to know how men like him work.

I enter the room and stand in front of the bed, waiting, listening.

The door creaks and closes behind me. His footsteps come closer.

Goose bumps cover my body as he approaches, knowing that I have no way out. I’m not afraid. I refuse to be. He won’t hurt me. I’ll let him do whatever he wants …

Everything has a price.

His hand slides across my shoulder, gripping my neck. I hold my breath as he pushes himself up behind me, his body stiff against mine … cock already hard in his pants.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” he murmurs into my ear.

I nod.

I can feel him smile. “I’m a monster … remember? I don’t play nice.”

“I’m not asking you to,” I reply.

“Good. Because I’m not about to listen,” he says, his voice gruff and demanding as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks. Then bites.

Hard enough for it to hurt, but soft enough for it not to break my skin.

“Think you can handle me?” he muses. “That you can taunt me like that and get away with it?”

I shake my head, but he pulls my hair harshly, forcing my head back and exposing my neck.

His lips make a trail down toward the base of my neck, where he plants a hot kiss filled with desire … and something else. A hunger for bad things.

He wraps his free arm around my waist and pulls me close while his tongue dips out to lick my skin.

My legs quake. I feel something between my thighs … excitement … something I haven’t felt in a very long time.

“I’m not gentle. I’m not nice,” he whispers, sinking his teeth into my skin.

I hiss but still don’t reply.

“You’ve pushed me too far now, Syrena,” he groans. “I’m going to take what belongs to me now. Inch by inch, your body will be mine.”

Suddenly, he releases me and pushes me toward the bed. I stumble into it, then touch my neck to feel a small trickle of blood flowing down.

He actually bit me.

“Surprised?” he muses.

I shake my head again. But I’m still trying to wrap my head around why he would do it.

He steps forward and pushes me down. “Sit.”

I do what he asks even though I probably don’t have a choice in the matter.

I already made my decision the moment he entered the house. This would happen sooner or later anyway. We both knew it. We were just avoiding it.

His thumb brushes along the mark where he just bit, swiping away the blood … only to dip it straight into his mouth. I can hear him suck.

So he likes it kinky?

“Delicious,” he murmurs.

Something metallic slides open. It pokes my skin. A blade?

He slowly slides it down my skin along the same line he kissed me, right around my collarbone. Not deep enough to hurt me … but sharp enough to let me know who’s in charge.

Then he pushes it down along the shirt, forcing the buttons to pop. Cutting the fabric in half at various points, he must be destroying the shirt completely.

I’m flabbergasted as he continues to the bottom, slicing it open.

With just the tip of the knife, he slides open the shirt, revealing my naked body.

I don’t even care that he can see me.

He already watched when I was under the shower, and my body is a commodity anyway.

With just a nudge, he manages to slip it off my shoulders, leaving me completely bare. Except for the fresh panties I found in the drawer that I’m currently wearing.

He pushes the knife underneath the fabric, barely avoiding my skin, and then cuts through it.

Even my panties don’t get a pass.

He rips them off and throws them away.

And I’m left utterly naked. Vulnerable. Weak.

It’s what he likes. What he craves.

I’ve learned that much.

“Take off my shirt,” he says, his voice dark and heavy.

I swallow away the lump in my throat and start at the bottom, unbuttoning each one carefully so I don’t anger him. As my hand goes up, I pass thick, rippling muscles, and they make my mouth water.

Fuck. I shouldn’t at all be liking what I feel. Not at all.

I continue until I get to the top, knowing he’s watching my every move. Hell, he’s probably checking out my body right this very moment, but I don’t even care. It’s not as if he hasn’t seen me before. This is all a play … a show of power.

He’s got me right where he wants me, and he’s loving it.

I can tell from the way he holds his breath as my hands push underneath the shirt and slide it off his shoulder. Then I sit back down again.

“Unzip me,” he says, still very much towering over me.

I do what he says, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them until his boxer shorts are exposed … and the hard dick underneath.

When my hands leave his body, he grasps my wrist and stops me. “Boxers too,” he adds roughly.

I swallow again before curling my fingers under the elastic band and pulling them down along with his pants. I have to drag them over a considerable bulge, and it makes me suck in a breath the moment it pops. I don’t even have to see it to know it’s big.

“Wrap your hand around it,” he says.

He’s so direct. I’m not sure if I love it or if I hate it.

When my hand touches his dick, it bobs up and down. I slowly go down, all the way to the base … and oh, boy … is it huge. Bigger than I thought. Another pulse makes me clench my pussy.

Fuck.

I lick my lips and slowly start rubbing him, wondering if this is what he wants me to do. He doesn’t say a word, so I’m guessing this is good. I wrap a second hand around his length too and slide my hands up and down. Pre-cum runs down the tip, and I use it as lube. He groans when I squeeze. The sound sets my body ablaze.

Why does he have this effect on me?

My heart is actually racing as I jerk him off.

This normally never happens. At least not with other men.

But … he’s not just any man.

He’s a powerful enigma who constantly invades my mind. Someone who knows how to play me … and probably my body too.

I just hope I can resist the pull.

When my hands are at the tip, he pulls back and grabs my face with both hands. “Open your mouth.”

When I do, he places the head of his dick in my mouth.

His slick, salty pre-cum drips on my tongue as he slides inside.

He fills me completely … and he doesn’t go slow.

Without holding back, he thrusts into my mouth, again and again, until I heave and cough. He only stops for a brief second so I can catch my breath, after which he immediately rams back inside again. His cock bobs up and down against the back of my throat, pushing me to my limits.

“Take it … take it deep,” he growls, pushing even farther.

With his hands cupping my face, I have no choice but to let him.

And for some reason, it calms my mind.

It’s ridiculous, yet it does.

For some reason, losing all control over my body feels freeing.

Or maybe that’s just the thumping pussy talking right now because fuck … him fucking my throat has made me horny as hell.

Saliva coats his dick as he pulls out and wipes it on my lips.

“I love how dirty you look for me …” he groans, shoving back in again. “Love that you let me fuck your throat like this.”

I don’t reply. I just let him do whatever he wants even though it makes my eyes water.

His hard-on fills my throat completely as it pulses faster and faster, veins thick and throbbing.

“Still think you can taunt me?” he growls.

I shake my head slightly.

He grabs my chin and forces me to tilt my head. “Look at me with those beautiful eyes.”

I do what he wants, focusing on the sound of his voice to know where to direct my face.

“I told you I wasn’t nice. Still think you want this?” he asks.

I nod.

“Say it then. Say you want my hard cock down your throat,” he growls, pulling out immediately.

“I want … your cock in my throat,” I stammer between heaving and coughing.

“Good because you’re gonna take it all the way,” he says, thrusting back in again. “And you’re gonna enjoy every … fucking … inch.”

My legs clench together as I struggle to breathe. Saliva and pre-cum cover my face, and he keeps swiping it across, keeps making me even filthier. I never expected him to be this demanding. This depraved.

And it’s messing with my mind. My body.

Because I’m shaking … and I’m already wet.

Fuck.

“Take it deep!” he growls, burying himself inside me until it feels like I’m choking on dick.

A loud howl escapes his throat, and then a jet of seed bursts out onto my tongue and against the back of my throat.

“Swallow,” he groans. “Swallow it all like a fucking good girl.” He holds my face while his hard cock is still deep in my throat, almost making it impossible for me to use my tongue.

“Do it,” he groans, and I do.

I swallow it all.

The entire goddamn load.

When he pulls out, I cough, and a mixture of saliva and cum drips from my mouth and onto my lap.

He’s probably smirking right now. Watching me with amusement.

But all I can think about is how fucking turned on I am by what just happened … and how bad that makes me feel.

“Spread your legs for me,” he says, and I can hear the enjoyment in his voice. Like he’s reveling in the fact of what he just made me do.

Still, I do whatever he asks. It’s the only way to worm myself into his mind. To free myself.

At least, that’s what I tell myself because right now, I’m not even sure that’s the only reason I’m doing this.

His hands touch my knees, nudging them. An electrical current runs through my body wherever he touches me, prompting me to open wide. My skin feels hypersensitive as he slides his thumbs down my inner thighs until he reaches my pussy.

I suck in a breath.

Hold it.

When he swipes his whole index finger down my slit, I lose it.

A moan escapes my mouth.

He stops.

My face turns red, and I try to hide it by lowering my face, but he immediately grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “I heard that.”

He must be smiling right now. Fucker.

He releases me. “And you’re already wet,” he adds, sucking on his finger.

It makes me want to growl.

I hate it. I hate it when he knows.

It’s as if I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.

Suddenly, he walks away, and I’m left confused as hell. Where is he? He hasn’t left the room; the door didn’t creak. So what is he doing?

A drawer opens, then closes. When he approaches, a familiar metallic sound alerts all my senses.

Too late do I realize what it is.

Because he’s already latched it around my throat.

The collar.