Chapter 17

He paused, looking up, and smiling. The beauty of the man I was suddenly staring at left me in awe. It was as if I was looking at a complete stranger. One I couldn’t help but want to gravitate toward. “Yes, you see, or yes you want to me continue?” “Both,” I forced out. “Don’t stop.”.

The smile disappeared as he went back to kissing. The sadness that came with that was an odd emotion. I was beginning to more than like Bram. I wasn’t sure what I felt, but I knew it was something I’d never gone through before. When we were together I was swept away, but alone … I was scared of these feelings. I missed him more than I should. And the trust, the connection I felt to a man who I feared before this, rattled me. I was so confused.

Suction replaced his thumb and my head shot up as pleasure exploded through me. Faster, I moved underneath him. With his digits still working magic inside of me, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before my orgasm came. He talked about teaching me to control the need, but I had no idea how I was supposed to do that. I’d only just learned what it was to have an orgasm. My Master never lasted long enough. To stop what was coming seemed impossible.

“Master. Master.”

“Mm-mmm”

I jumped at the vibrations that nearly triggered me. But he didn’t stop humming. My legs jerked wildly and I screamed as my release surged through. I knew I was going to get punished, but I couldn’t help it. He did it on purpose.

“I think you’re incapable of following orders. Do you do it just to spite me?”

Bram’s fingers removed, only to be replaced by his tongue.

“No, Master. I tried to tell you. I—”

My voice was cut off as he pressed his fingertips over the top of my slit. The motion of back and forth left my legs pushing down into the bed.

“Keep going,” he said, lifting his head. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“I …” Faster his hand moved over the sensitive nerves, stalling my train of thought. “I … told you. I’m trying to last longer. Or … get better.”

Was that what I was trying to say? I didn’t even know. His head was up again, resting against the inside of my knee while he watched me. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume he was amused, but it was hard to tell with how closed off he tried to keep himself.

“Will you kiss me now?”

“Kiss you? Did I not just kiss you enough?”

“Not there. On my lips.”

“Slaves shouldn’t get kissed like that.”

No hardness came to his features, just the same soft look as he stared at me.

“So don’t kiss me. Let me kiss you.”

His lips tugged back on one side and he rose, settling his weight on top of me.

“Kiss away, slave, but don’t expect me to return your affection. I’m not so easily swayed.”

I smiled, grabbing his cheeks and sliding my tongue over the separation of his mouth. My legs locked around his waist and I moved against him while I let my teeth pull at his bottom lip. A deep exhale left him and he opened for me. I took my time letting my tongue sweep along his. He didn’t kiss me back, instead he gave me the time to do as I pleased. When I added suction and sucked against his tongue, he dove forward, not able to hold off any longer.

My fingers slid through his hair, tightening like his always did to mine. There was power in my grasp. Power I couldn’t get enough of. My thighs tightened around his waist and I broke from his mouth, still holding on. Deep breaths left us and there was something I’d never seen before in Bram’s eyes—enthrallment? Yes. I pulled him back to me, kissing him hard, mirroring his actions to me. I was flipped onto my stomach so fast, the room spun in a blur. Bram jerked against the clasp of his pants, pushing them down at a fast pace.

Whack! Whack!

The fire that flared over my ass had a yelp exploding from my mouth.

“Your bravery grows. You get too comfortable taking control.” “You like it,” I countered.

Whack!

Tears burned my eyes, but I didn’t care. I slid my knees to my stomach, keeping my head down so my ass would be in the air like he liked. But I never broke eye contact, and Bram wasn’t either.

“You like it,” I said, again, quietly. “Admit it.”

Whack!

I cringed through the pain and anger quickly flooded me. The top of my body lifted so I was on all fours. Bram’s head cocked to the side and I couldn’t help myself from turning and crawling toward him. The power I’d experienced was still there, still luring me into a personality I’d never been allowed to test out. Temptation was all too sweet, especially when I knew how much my master wanted it.

Slowly, I moved in, brushing my lips back over his. Fingers pushed through my hair, gripping tightly as he held me even with his face. His eyes pierced mine so full of dominance that my inner self wanted to scramble to get away. But I didn’t. I didn’t so much as blink.

“Lay down,” I whispered, trying to move back in to his lips. “Let me be on top this time. Let me pleasure you the way I want to.”

For seconds he searched my face. When my palm settled over his chest and I applied pressure, he didn’t fight me. The hold on my hair eased, disappearing as he let go and cautiously laid on his back. I didn’t push my luck anywhere else. I lowered, tracing my tongue over the head of his cock, letting the connection of our eyes, hold. Bram’s chest rose while his breathing became labored. My lips encased the tip while my tongue swirled around the bottom side of his length. The moan that left him fed me more of that addicting feeling. That power.

Inch by inch I took him into my mouth, licking, sucking, stroking. I put everything I had into trying to make it feel amazing for him. The more ragged his breaths became, the more I knew it was working. My master’s fingers were back in my hair, but not as a form of control. His hand followed me down, repeatedly. When I withdrew and straddled his cock, Bram was the stranger again. He was beautiful.

Thickness stretched my channel and I eased down, taking him within me. His hands rose and before he could place them on my hips like he had intended, I interlaced our fingers, holding them between us as I began to move against him. The pained expression, the longing … he couldn’t hide what he felt in his moment. In our moment.

I rotated my hips, moaning as I took all of him deep inside of me. Bram jerked against our hold, sitting as he did so. His arms were suddenly around me, working me up and down his cock as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. The passion we shared left me euphoric. Everything disappeared but the two of us. We kept it slow—increased our speed—went back to leisurely, to take our time. Hours seemed to pass and I never wanted our moment to end.

Sweat covered our bodies, but I didn’t care. I continued sucking against the salty junction of Bram’s neck. Another orgasm was on the verge of coming and I could feel him swelling inside of me.

“You’ll stay with me, tonight. You’ll sleep with me so I can hold you like this. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

And with those words, I let myself shatter. My body shook with spasms and my heart swelled to heights I never imagined. True to his words, I became ruined for anyone else. I wasn’t a slave in our moment. I was his.