Page 63 of Cole's Command

Stop! She blinked frantically, tugging at her fetters as he pumped in and out of her. Tears pricked in her eyes, an indication of the strength of each thrust and her inability to counter them. I can’t breathe!

“You can breathe just fine.” He winked at her, his hand never relenting at the back of her head as his erection slipped in and out of her mouth. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Struggling around his cock, she was reminded how relative a term ‘bad’ was. He wasn’t the one bound on his knees gasping for air. It was easy for him to say.

‘Stop!’ In all the time that she’d been aware of his peculiar and invasive mind-reading abilities, Eden had never been more grateful for the knowledge that Cole could hear her thoughts. What good was a safe word if she couldn’t say it?

‘You’re okay.’ Cole’s comforting tone burst into her head.

‘What?’

Her hammering heart nearly stopped altogether as she processed what had just happened. She’d heard his voice, as though she, too, were telepathic.

‘I said, you’re okay.’ His reply reverberated although his mouth never moved. In fact, the only part of him moving was his pulsating hips, insisting she take his cock over and over again. ‘Just give into me, little girl.’

Awed by the astonishing connection between them, she did as he asked, relaxing her jaw and allowing him to take what he wanted. His length was still difficult to take, his dick more demanding than any experience she’d known before, but her mind was finally quiet. Somehow, she’d been able to hear her lover’s thoughts even though he hadn’t spoken. There was a strange solace in that, the knowledge making it easier for her to succumb.

To Eden, the act was brutal. The tears trickling from her gaze, and her no doubt ruined make-up were a testament to just how ruthless, but as he took his fill there were other, overarching sensations rising within her. Just as she’d felt during the spanking, there was a simmering excitement to handing over control. Her clit throbbed relentlessly as heat furled at her core.

The more Cole took the reins, the more the mesmerizing sense of powerlessness settled over her. She was less than her usual self; a vessel for his pleasure, and although the thought was dehumanizing, it also fueled her passion. She’d never considered submission an asset before, never given any thought to how ceding would arouse her, but as he withdrew, creating a long line of humiliating drool between them, she knew different. The spanking hadn’t been a one-off. Eden definitely responded positively to Cole’s dominance.

“Keep that mouth open.” The instruction was a growl, the glint in his eyes warning her to comply as he fisted his shaft over her face. “I want to come over you.”

‘Over me?’ Naturally, she knew the science, and understood where men ejaculated for procreation, but to come anywhere else seemed needless.

‘That’s right.’ His expression begged for her defiance, but her aching knees and shoulders insisted she obey. She didn’t want to do anything that might leave her in that vulnerable position for an even longer time. “I want to mark you with my cum.” He grinned. “To remind you who you belong to now.”

Oh! She barely had time to register the thought before the eruption of cum exploded over her, the hot liquid brandishing her cheek and upper lip before he directed the remainder into her mouth.

“Swallow it.”

Her heart raced harder at his snarl. His demand seemed so base and yet for some reason her clit was swollen with desperation. Doing as he asked, Eden was stunned at how sweet his deposit tasted.

“Beautiful.” Pride resonated in his voice as he wiped the fluid from her chin. ‘That was incredible and you did brilliantly, little girl.’

“Th-thank you, sir.” She could hardly catch her breath, her emotions shifting from ignominy to satisfaction. ‘I didn’t know you could do that.’

She flushed at the confession, thankful not to have to say the words out loud.

“Come over you?” His eyebrow arched at her growing blush. ‘Oh yes. I want to mark you everywhere.’

She bit her lip, struggling to envision what he meant. ‘How are we communicating like this?’

‘I don’t know.’ Easing her head back with a fistful of her hair he smiled. ‘But I like it.’

‘Me, too.’ She mirrored his gesture.

“I like these, too.” His free hand grasped at her left breast, feeling the weight of her tissue before he eased her nipple from its lacy prison. Already puckered, her buds tightened at his touch; a silent plea for more as his whistle filled the air. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Oh, God.”

She watched as he freed her right breast, lengthening her beading nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her body reacted to his authority at once, fireworks bursting in her mind as he sensually tormented her sensitive tissue. That old, logical facet of her brain screamed at her to protest, not to let him take more liberties, but her hedonism easily extinguished its calls. The fact she was bound and unable to prevent him from helping himself to her body only made his attention even better. “That’s amazing, sir.”

“You’re amazing,” he reiterated, signaling at the bed. “And I’m going to show you how much.”