Page 45 of His Dark Pact

“Show me how good you can be again.”

Amy didn’t need to be told twice. He’d teased her for long enough with his ridiculous orders and overt demonstrations of power. It was time she showed him he’d longed for this—for her—every inch as much as she wanted him.

Dropping to her knees, she shuffled over to the space between his outstretched legs and wrapped her lips around his significant shaft. A little over average length, it was the girth of Kyle’s cock that impressed her the most. As she pressed down to the patch of dark hair at the base, she enjoyed the sound of his approving moan.

“Very good,” he snarled, his hands sliding into her hair. “Take all of me.”

Breathing in the scent of his masculinity, she wanted to smile. Devouring him was precisely what she intended to do as she worked along his length and allowed him to brush the back of her throat. Sure, she still yearned for her own pleasure, but finally, being able to service him properly was only fueling her ravenous desire.

Being there on her knees made her feel like a desirable woman again, as though she had value for something more than juggling money and struggling to provide for her family. Sucking his cock, a sense of repletion settled over her, heightened by the fact she couldn’t use her hands to aid or halt his hedonism.

“Fuck.” He hissed the word through gritted teeth, and fisting her hair tighter, he slowed her pace to take control. Holding her steady, he plowed into her throat again and again, fucking her face roughly until tears pricked in her eyes. “You look good on the end of my cock.”

Her attention darted to his, their gazes colliding as he used her mouth. She might have had a smart comment for him had she been able to speak, but gagging around his hard length, the familiar sensation of surrender she’d noticed earlier swept her way again. Kneeling there, providing him with pleasure, she acknowledged its strength again.

There was supremacy in her submission.

Not only did it turn her on to yield after so many hours of torment, but she realized she sought the renunciation of power. He was the one with all the authority anyway, and he’d been dangling her on a string all day. Better that she gave in willingly and welcomed the tranquility. She wanted to know more about the serenity she found when she ceded. Deep down, she suspected she needed to understand it to truly know herself.

Who was the woman whimpering for his cock as he fucked her face? Who was the one who’d grown hotter each time he’d forced her to obey? Amy didn’t know her at all.

All she understood was that by the time he pulled away, leaving a trail of her saliva between them, she was gasping for more than just breath. She craved the promise of this power.

“Oh God.” She lifted her face to the high ceiling as he guided her to her feet. “Please just fuck me.”

“Oh, no.” Carrying her to his seat, he untangled her panties from her ankles and nudged her knees on either side of his legs. In a matter of moments, she found herself straddling her tormentor. “You’re going to be doing the work, little girl, while I have my dessert.”

Her pussy, drenched with her arousal, contracted at the name he called her.

Little girl.

As her nakedness proved, there was nothing ‘little’ about Amy, but she didn’t question the label as he steered her into position. On the contrary, she found there was something naughty about the idea of being his little girl—as though he had ownership over her, as she was bound to do his bidding.

“Do you understand me?” Cradling her breasts in his hands, he kneaded her mounds as he stared into her eyes.

“Yes, sir.” She understood all right. More than he realized.

He was allowing her to take her fill while he helped himself to her ample cleavage. Amy was ecstatic at the prospect. This position—being on top of him—lent itself to her achieving one hell of a spectacular orgasm if only he’d just say the word.

Throwing her head back, she lowered so her thighs took the pressure and rubbed herself over his engorged cock. There were no thoughts of condoms or caution. The menopause had taken hold of her cycle years ago, so pregnancy was no longer a risk, and as she slid over his hot flesh, all she could think was how much she wanted him, wanted this.

“Amy.”

The severity of his tone demanded she come back to life, and head falling forward, her eyes fluttered open.

“This will be at my pace and my way. Got it?”

“Yes.” Fuck, she couldn’t wait much longer. “Yes, sir!”

“Okay, then.” He smiled, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her eager nipples. “Fuck me.”