Chapter 28
What Sawyer wanted was wrong. He’d taken her in front of Dayne and Sassik but never before such an audience. Or not so near and visible an audience. Trembling, thoughts shredding when she tried to focus, she lost herself in indecision. Vulnerable, naked... Her feet treadled in the rug.
Then Sawyer reached up and placed his fingers on her mouth, stroked her there. A simple gesture but it jarred her from the death spiral of thoughts that were going nowhere.
“Suck.”
Her own wetness was on them. Everyone would know what he offered. It was an intimate action.
If she didn’t perform what would he do?
No might’ve been her response in the past.
Tonight, she yearned for what he offered.
If only they weren’t watching...yet, because they were, she desired this more.
If she didn’t obey, he’d punish her, and even that attracted her.
This was a crux; she’d gone past her own limits and was trespassing into new territory.
Dare.
Her heart gave echoing beats. Her nipples ached with the need for his tongue, his teeth, his hands.
She opened her mouth then leaned forward and took his fingers inside her, inches deep, until they lay along her tongue. An offering of sexuality. She tasted herself, just as he slid his other hand between her legs and tunneled fingers into her.
Bliss.
Heat flooded her from her scrunching toes to her pussy, rising to her breasts.
Adrift, she found his eyes, ever steady, observing how he’d affected her.
It was frightening how much he’d made her give.
He pulled his hand from her mouth, took her breast, and squeezed. She watched it bulge in his grip and keened. Pain, except the echoes were those of pleasure. He crushed her breast, and his fingers were in her, thrusting... Her eyes rolled.
Resistance disintegrated.
This was freedom, not the caging of her desires.
“Remember this. Feel this moment. You have to learn not to repel a man who wants you.”
She nodded desperately, for the pain where he held her breast was escalating.
“Good girl. Now do as I told you to.”
He wanted her on him, to let herself be penetrated before an audience. She had no choice, and therefore it was beyond her control. Beyond her responsibility.
This wicked idea seduced her.
Her past extravagant rejection of all men as monsters had been gutted, had unraveled to this. Days and days of Sawyer hammering at her and her barriers had crumbled. Yes, he was a monster, but she wanted this, and she wanted him. For tonight at least. Tomorrow was another day.
He took his fingers and hands from her body and she kneeled before him, found the opening in his pants, and took out his cock. His erection, the amount in her hands was almost a revelation. He’d rarely let her feel him, but had rather stuffed himself into her mouth or pussy without her consent.
This was what had caused her such pleasure. A weapon in its own right.
With her hand at the base of his cock, she climbed onto him. Her awareness of others dwindled. She crept her knees forward onto the couch; his eyes locked on hers. Her breasts swung as she shuffled.
The dip as his cock head met her entrance, slipped in a fraction, made her stall and shut her eyes, almost choking, looking inward, feeling the slide.
His cock parted flesh, invading. She rocked, lips surely swollen, air cooling her mouth as she inhaled, enraptured by this first wicked movement – the entry of cock into cunt was glorious.
Who cared what else happened, whoever watched. The blasphemy of the forbidden, of fucking this man in public, was nothing.
No choice, and how beautiful that was.
She lowered herself, feeling her walls pushed sensuously aside. The slide of his bluntness slicked inside her as if she were lubricated by honey. Wet, and that in itself was an admission of guilt, of mutual adoration.
Blindly, she searched for something to hold, and her hands found his well-muscled shoulders. “Fuck me,” she whispered, head lowering, eyes shut.
“Ride me more.”
A cruel order. But ohh, she tried, ramming herself deep upon him, going up and down while praying he’d simply take her as she wanted him to.
“Down.” He put hands to her hips and cruelly clawed his fingers into her, forcing her down, forcing himself in.
“Gods.” She coughed, head bowed. His lips sought hers, pressing her open as he shoved himself higher into her cunt. “Ohh.”
As she came, spasming, babbling, he was laughing but she was too far gone to care.
That he then flipped her over and jammed into her from behind, smashing her down into the cave-like, black depths of the cushions that smothered this sofa – that...also she cared not. Being fucked into a mindless oblivion was her sole need.
She may have screamed a little...or a lot.
He cuddled her afterward, on his lap, curled up. Everywhere still hurt and throbbed, pussy, back, everywhere. She breathed him in, his scent, felt the roughness and the softness of his clothes against her skin, and she wondered where to go from after this. His gentle touches bothered her.
In such a dreamlike, between-worlds state, his next words, said above her head, were the worst shock of the night.
“I am going to let you go free.”
What?
Osta interjected. “As long as she comes with us on this exploration of the jungle swathe, yes, you can free her. I will pay her, of course, as a grounder expert. I could do no less. It’s fair, I think?”
“It is,” Sawyer agreed. “Don’t you think so, Ari?”
He’d said her name.
He stroked her hair and her back as if she were his pet, and he’d said her name. He intended to free her.
Lies? Sawyer was probably being a bastard, again.
Stupid for her to disagree.
“Do this or remain my slave. Which, girl?”
“I want to be free,” she whispered.
But she dared not lift her head in case this was an evil joke.