Текст книги "Affliction"
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Holly
“The next shot is on me, girls,” Kadence says, throwing back her head and slamming down the amber liquid before hitting the shot glass on the table in front of her. We’re out for Kadence’s bachelorette party; the night after Sy and I made it to third base. Sy made me come with his fingers then we went back to kissing like teenagers and hanging out. He wouldn’t let things progress any further, only saying it wasn’t about that. I don’t know how to take it; I do know the more we spend time with each other, brings me slowly out of the place I’ve been held captive in the last few months. The dull ache that lives in me makes way for something new. With every smile, I surrender a little more of myself and every touch tethers me to him. I knew after the first time we met there was a connection. I just didn’t realize how strong it would be and that it would grow into a friendship of all things. I know we are both in some kind of limbo, not sure where this is all going, and the more time we spend together, the harder it is for me to gather up the courage to tell him about the baby. If I’m not careful, I will end up ruining what we have with my lies.
“No, this night is about you. No paying for drinks,” Kelly says, throwing her drink back and bringing me back to the room.
“Not to mention we know the owner, ladies,” I laugh, looking at her as she sways to the music blaring through Liquid’s speakers.
“Aww, guys. I love you all so much.” Kadence smiles over at us. She looks adorably ridiculous with her cheap veil messed up on her head.
“So, are Nix and the boys going out tonight?” Mia, Kadence’s friend from school, asks, looking out over the crowd below us. Jesse gave us the VIP section of Liquid tonight. It didn't take too much convincing to get him to agree, and surprisingly, he let us bring in some special entertainment. I'm not sure if Nix knows what's happening. Hopefully Jesse kept his word. When I tried to get the club’s okay for a Vegas trip, Nix shut it down. He wasn't comfortable with us being out unprotected since their recent dealings with some major hitters in the drug trade. And fair enough. We came to an agreement to keep it in Rushford and Jesse would let us use Liquid. We've had a great day so far; starting it off with a girls’ day at the spa where both Kadence’s and my mom joined us for facials and lunch. I tried to keep the day about Kadence, but at the mention of Sy’s name, our moms would not leave me alone. I was glad when we parted ways to get ready for dinner and drinks with the girls. I don’t think I would have handled the questioning looks from mom over dinner.
“The bachelor party is next weekend. We have Z to worry about now.” She smiles, looking as happy as ever.
“You didn't tell Nix about the stripper, did you?” I ask, watching her.
“Nooo.” She drags the word out, so I know she is lying.
“You told him,” I accuse, annoyed she didn’t keep it a secret.
“He knows not to bother us,” she says, shrugging like it’s no big deal.
“Pffft! Nix leave you alone? Jesus, you really are in love,” I laugh at her naïvety.
“What? He will—” She stops to think for a moment. “You’re so right. He is so going to fuck with us tonight,” she huffs, realizing her mistake.
“Don’t worry. I’ll sort him out,” I tell her, not letting her night be ruined by a bunch of sexy bikers.
“I’ve had the best night, Holly. Thank you for putting all this together.”
“The night’s far from over,” I tell her, knowing the best is yet to come.
“You know I love you?” she says with the biggest smile.
“You only like me ‘cause I booked you the hottest stripper I could find,” I tease, trying to keep the tone light. The last thing we need is emotional Kadence coming out.
“No, I love you because you are my best friend and I’m so thankful to have you in my life,” she starts in on her drunken declaration of love.
“How much have you been drinking?” I laugh, feeling guilty that I’m hiding my friendship with Sy from her.
“You love me too, don’t deny it.” I do love her, so I don’t argue.
“Someone call for a stripper?” Jesse’s voice booms from the top of the stairs and he starts moving his hips in perfect rhythm to the music. Damn, the man is sexy. I’ll give him that.
“Go away, Jesse,” Kelly shouts from the back booth. “We don’t want to see it.”
“Just keeping an eye on you crazy girls,” he winks, walking forward to where Kadence and I sit.
“Jesse,” I warn. “You promised we would be left alone,” I accuse, not in the mood for his games.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Your stripper just turned up. Just making sure everything is okay,” he explains.
“Okay, well, we are comfortable as you can see, so buzz off.” I swat him away. We don’t need a big-brother act tonight.
“Okay, okay. Enjoy your party,” he laughs, holding up his hands, and backing away to the stairs. “You girls behave now.” He winks before turning and leaving us.
“Let's do another shot,” I shout, ready to get the entertainment started. I order another round from our personal waiter and sit back ready for the hot male stripper I booked two weeks back. My phone beeps in front of me on the table and I pick it up, expecting a text from the stripper. Instead, Sy’s name flashes on the screen.
Sunshine: Enjoy your stripper.
I look at the words, unsure how to respond. Evidently, the guys have been sharing information.
Holly: How did you know about the stripper?
I type back as a funny feeling settles inside of me. What is he up to?
Sunshine: I have my ways.
I read the text back and know he’s up to something, but before I can reply the music in the VIP section stops and a deep voice rumbles from the top of the stairs.
“I’m looking for a Kadence Turner,” he shouts, and I nearly fall out of my chair. A large man wearing a worn cop’s uniform stalks to where we sit. His outfit hugs his body tightly, the buttons on the pale blue shirt look dangerous; like they could be a hazard and pop off. I don't know if I want to scream or cry, because instead of muscles that go on for days, and a six pack you want to lick, we're stuck looking at a beast of a man who has to weigh at least three hundred pounds. No six pack in fucking sight. I don’t know who the fuck he is, but I’m willing to bet the boys have something to do with it. Most probably Sy.
“Fucker,” I say, reaching for my phone to call the man in question as the fat guy starts moving to some eighties’ porn song.
“Yes?” Sy answers on the second ring.
“What did you do?” I ask, watching the fat man shake his ass and start stripping down to what I think is a thong.
“You got our present?”
“He has bigger boobs than me,” I shriek, watching the fat-a-gram pick up his gut to reveal a bright green thong hiding underneath it. I’m half-mortified and half-bursting with laughter.
“He does?” he asks before erupting in laughter. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him laugh. The raucous sound so deep and thick with emotion you can’t help but become addicted to it.
“Are you there?” he asks when I don’t reply, too lost in his rumble.
“Yeah, I’m here.” I smile, making sure I remember every moment of that sound.
“Are you pissed?”
“Umm, my best friend only gets married once and you just ruined her only stripper experience,” I snap down the phone, remembering why I called. Am I pissed? Is this man for real?
“You’re pissed,” he concludes when I don’t answer.
“Of course I’m pissed.”
“Don’t be pissed. It’s a joke. Did you honestly think Nix would ever be okay with some fucker flashing his cock in his woman’s face?”
“Well, when you put it like that, no,” I answer, not denying his point.
“Exactly. Now go enjoy your stripper,” he orders before hanging up. I hold back my laugh at the ridiculousness of it, then hold back the need to vomit as the stripper makes Kadence run her hands down his shiny body.
“Holly, I’m going to kill you,” she shouts, closing her eyes as her hands rub over his slick skin.
“You have your fiancé to thank for this one.” I laugh when her eyes bug out.
“Don’t worry, ladies. The real stripper is downstairs,” Jesse laughs while cringing as he watches the cop do some weird move with his baton. I give up looking; it’s safer that way.
“He is? Send him up, please!” I beg, hoping the fat man runs out of breath soon from his vigorous exercise, or gives up. Either way, I’m happy.
“Sure thing,” he says, heading downstairs. Kadence looks like she is going to pass out from laughing, but I’m just relieved that the real guy is downstairs.
Five minutes later, my life isn’t any better when a redheaded female wearing a nurse's outfit walks up the stairs looking for an injured Kadence. By this point, Kadence doesn’t give a fuck, letting both the guy and woman give her a lap dance. I’m beyond mortified, silently plotting my revenge.
“You do know the boys have a stripper organized for Nix,” Kelly says, sitting back and watching the show.
“They do not,” I say, not liking that shit at all.
“They do,” she confirms, giving them up.
“I’m going to kill them. I’m going to kill them with these very hands,” I threaten, shaking my fists.
“I think we need payback,” Kadence says, not at all creeped out anymore.
“Payback. Those boys need payback!” Kelly laughs and all the girls cheer in agreement.
“Payback! Let's do this then,” I say, eager to screw with their plans. After settling the tab, I tip the outrageously expensive fat-a-gram and the skanky redhead, and then pile everyone into two cabs back to the clubhouse.
“This is war,” I tell Kadence, watching her buzzing next to me as we get closer to the Knights Rebels compound.
“It’s so on,” she agrees and I can’t help the giddiness settling inside of me. I haven’t felt like this in such a long time. A feeling of awareness settles over me like I’ve stepped out in the cool brisk air on an autumn morning. And I realize that this moment outweighs the ugliness. It’s one of the best feelings in the world.
***
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Kadence seethes when we walk into a packed clubhouse ten minutes later. My earlier happiness in the cab ride comes crashing down when I realize who she means.
Tina.
The club whore who happens to be sitting so close to Sy, she’s practically humping his lap. I don’t make eye contact at first, unsure how to play this out. Sy and I haven’t given a name to what is going on with us, and we sure as hell haven’t told anyone about us. Us? Shit, I don’t even know if there is an us, or if I should be losing my shit right now because she just put her grubby paws on his chest. What I do know is that I’m drunk, feeling for the first time in a long time that I don’t even have to fake happiness, and the thought of dealing with this right now in front of a clubhouse of people I barely know has me wanting to retreat. I know I'm stronger now and letting this whore ruin my night is not on the table. I want to make this feeling last forever. So, instead of staking my claim, I turn and try to ignore Sy and focus on keeping the buzz I’ve got happening.
“Let’s do some shots,” I say, trying to keep up the hype. I drag the girls over to the bar.
“What are you ladies doing here?” Nix asks, pulling Kadence to him and claiming her mouth.
“We needed to surround ourselves with some sexy men after the gifts you sent us,” I inform them, smiling over at Brooks and Beau, before finally turning my gaze to Sy and glaring. His eyes narrow, watching me carefully, but he doesn’t respond. The whore has now moved in close to another guy, but that’s beside the point.
“You like the naughty nurse we hired for you?” Nix laughs. “It was Jesse’s idea,” he adds. Of course, it was fucking Jesse’s idea.
“I’m serious, Nix. Why the fuck is Tina here?” Kadence says, becoming more pissed off by the minute. I look over at Tina to catch her glaring at my best friend and decide she needs to be gone.
“If I were you, I would be leaving right now,” I call out, getting her attention.
“Well, luckily, you’re not me,” she sneers back and I take a step forward, ready to show her just how much she wishes she were me.
“Tina, take a hike,” Nix says, looking down at Kadence, but ordering it loud enough she gets the hint. Tina stands at Nix’s command and walks outside, probably to go and bother some other guy.
“Oh look, she’s like a pet, obeying your command,” Kadence says when Tina’s gone, making us all giggle at her snide remark.
“You’re fuckin’ hot when you’re jealous,” I hear Nix tell Kadence and I can already see her caving.
“Oh, no you don’t, Kadence. One, he ruined our sexy stripper experience and two, it’s still technically your bachelorette party. No Nix-fix for you.” I take her hand and drag her away from him.
“But he’s so sexy,” she complains while I shove a shot her way.
“Don’t be swayed by the sexiness. We are still pissy,” I remind her, but she has that love look in her eyes, and I know I’m speaking to a brick wall. Payback was a stupid idea.
“Right, we are pissy.” She shakes herself out of it, giving me a little hope.
“I’m stepping out on the payback. My man looks sexy as hell over there, and I need me some of that,” Kelly says, moving away to go to her husband.
“She’s weak. Don’t listen to her,” I tell Kadence, but even as I say it, I know she's torn. I look over at Nix and see him smirking at her. I know she’s a goner when he crooks a finger at her. She holds steady before I let her off the hook.
“Go,” I sigh, defeated. She doesn’t even skip a beat and goes to her man. Dammit.
I look over at Sy and he’s still watching me. Fuck. Coming here was a bad idea. I should have just gone back to my place. Not wanting to out our friendship tonight, I turn back to the bar and force myself to ignore him.
“Hunter, my main man.” I smile at him and take a seat. “So, how is your night going?” I ask, hoping he will play along. I know I’m playing a dangerous game with Sy; ignoring him while he sits there watching me, but what does he expect me to do?
Hunter leans in and whispers so only I can hear, “I’m not fucking dumb. I nearly got my ass beat last time you played this game, Holly.” I don’t know how to respond at first. Is Sy watching right now? Tilting my head back, I let out a laugh pretending he just said something funny. Hunter simply shakes his head.
“You fucking owe me for that, Holly,” he warns before stepping away. Shit. Quickly turning back to the room, I see Sy move from the sofa and stalk over to where I sit. I don’t have time to run away before he’s in my space.
“You better hope you’re drunk right now, ‘cause if you’re fucking playing games sober, you’re gonna have a sore ass tomorrow,” Sy’s voice caresses my ear.
Oh. My. God.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply, standing and excusing myself. I can’t be around him at the moment, especially when he says things like that in my ear. Walking away is the only option, until he follows me and drags me into the hallway, trapping me against the wall, and bringing my hands above my head.
“How much have you had to drink?” he grills, leaning into me.
“What’s it to you?” I fire back.
“I need to know if I can fuck this attitude out of you, or if I should be letting you sleep it off,” he growls, pushing his hard cock against me.
I repeat, Oh. My. God.
“Why does it matter if I’m drunk or not?” I ask, openly letting the idea of Sy’s angry fuck entice me. We’ve been teetering on the next step all week. I know he wants to; hell, in the heat of our makeouts I want to.
“Oh, it matters, Holly. When I take you, you won't be drunk, and I won't be angry.”
“But I like angry sex,” I challenge, not understanding why he’s angry. I’m the one who should be angry.
“Oh, I do, too. But fuck, baby, I don’t want you to be able to blame the alcohol.” He dips his head and takes a deep breath of me.
“Why are you always saving me, Sy?” I wonder, probably ruining the moment, but I need to know. How did this man go from not even giving a fuck about me to making sure I’m safe, or that I’m not drunk so he’s not taking advantage of me?
“Someone has to, Holly,” he says, curling his finger around a stray hair.
“Maybe I don’t need saving,” I mutter, feeling brave as I push off the wall and walk toward his room. I might be drunk, but we can do other things.
“Don’t ever say that, Holly.” His harsh grip stops me, spinning me back against the wall. “Someone once told me that and it broke me. Holly, don’t break me,” he says so quietly that I wonder if I even heard it. “You need time? That’s all I’ll give you, but don’t ever ask me not to save you, ‘cause I won’t listen. I’m not walking away from this. The sooner you realize that, the better.”
PAST
Sy
“I can't deal with this anymore, Katie,” I tell her from the window, trying to find the words that need to be said. “There's only so much I can deal with. I can't make you want to live and I can't keep bringing you back.”
“I told you to stop trying,” she fires back. “I don’t want to fucking live, so stop trying to fucking save me!” she screams while her mother sobs from beside her.
“You don't mean that,” her father says, taking her bandaged arm. It's her fifth attempt to end her life, and I don't understand how she keeps failing. No, that's not true; I know why. She's addicted to it. Addicted to the pain.
“Don't fucking touch me. I don't want you all here. I don't even want to be here.” She thrashes from side to side, pushing her family away.
“Get the nurse in here,” I tell her sister as I come forward to try and calm her.
“I hate you. I fucking hate you all so much. Let me go to her. It's your fault,” she spits, thumping into my chest. I don't correct her. I don't stop her; instead, I let her release her anger. I've been where she's at; I've felt that extreme anguish and pain that feels like someone is tearing you open. The only difference is I've moved past that soul breaking feeling. It never leaves you; I've just learnt how to not let it destroy you. She hasn't.
The doctor comes in, the nurse following behind. I don't watch as they fill her line with something that will only bring on darkness. I just hold on to her, knowing that this will be the last time. I can't do this anymore. I can't help her when she won’t help herself. She holds on for a moment longer, putting up a substantial fight before the drugs take over and pull her away. Laying her down, I step back from the bed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” her mom asks, sweeping the hair back off Katie’s face.
“If I don't, then she's only going to bring me down with her,” I tell them. They might not get it, but they see it. They see the fucked-up situation I'm trying to get through. My child is dead, buried two years ago, a child who wasn't mine by blood. Every day I'm reminded of that while her mother throws her life away. I stayed as a promise, but at what cost? I can't help her. She's like my personal cancer, spreading through me and tearing me apart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Holly
A heavy heat covers me, but it’s the sound of soft breathing close to my ear that pulls me out of sleep. What the hell?
Shifting my body, I groan. The movement awakens an almighty headache.
“You awake?” a deep grumble asks me. Sy.
“Yeah,” I croak, feeling worse each moment my eyes are open. I don’t remember drinking that much last night. “Want to tell me why I’m in your bed?” I ask when I realize I’m wearing only a pair of black lace panties.
“You put yourself in it, wearing what you’re wearing, too,” he replies. Oh, shit.
“You could have put me on the couch, another room perhaps,” I say, looking up at the roof, too afraid to turn and face him.
“Would you have preferred Hunter’s?” he asks, causing me to turn and look at him.
“What?”
“Yeah, Hunter. The one you were flirting with last night,” he says, causing me to cringe. Shit. How much did I have to drink?
“Well, maybe if I woke up in Hunter's bed there’d be less talking,” I’m not even sure what I’m saying, but I might as well play along.
He moves so fast that before I know it my hands are above my head and his body is over me.
“Is that what you want, Holly? You want me to fuck you when you’re so drunk you don’t know whose bed you’re lying in?” he demands to know, his tone dangerously dark.
“I was joking,” I say, trying to calm my racing heart. The fact I’m in Sy’s bed alone has my blood running hot. His face drops and for a second I brace, waiting for his mouth to crash to mine. Instead, his mouth moves to my ear.
“Fuck, Holly. I’m fucking struggling here—having you sleep next to me all night. Your tight ass rubbing up against my cock,” he murmurs into my ear. The warmth of his breath prickles my skin and the heat of his words awaken me.
“Sy,” I swallow, my body aching for something I haven’t had in such a long time. I try to get my hands above my head to move, but his grip tightens.
“I don’t think my cock has ever been so fucking hard,” he tells me, nipping at my neck while his lower body grinds up against me. His hardness hits me right between my legs and my body involuntarily grinds in rhythm with him.
“This is wrong,” I moan as he bites down harder. We shouldn’t be doing this here. We said we were going to go slow. That we would wait.
“No one said it had to be right, sweetheart,” he counters, releasing one hand and moving it down my body. “Besides, that's not what you were saying last night.”
The anticipation of his touch has me moaning out his name.
“That’s it, baby. You remembered,” he growls as he moves my lace panties aside. “Been thinking about sinking my cock into you for the last five months, came so close to it last night,” he says, running his fingers through my wetness. I hiss at the touch, his fingers spreading my arousal up to my clit.
“Sy, we can’t do this here.” I break through my moment of weakness. I want this so much, need it so much, but the thought of having him inside of me leaves me feeling too vulnerable. His fingers stop their sensual assault as his eyes come to mine.
“Is this a game to you, Holly? ‘Cause I’m fucking over playing it when I don’t know the rules.”
“Let go of my hands.”
“Answer me,” he growls, gripping harder and pushing them into the pillow under my head.
“No,” I fight as panic claws at my subconscious, but I don’t let it win. He can’t see it.
“Holly, I control this,” he says, leaning down into my space. “You think this is a game? Think you can come into my clubhouse and tease me, over and over?”
“You think I’m teasing you?”
“What else would you call it?” he questions.
“Sy, I don’t remember much about last night,” I admit sheepishly.
“You don’t remember walking in and fucking acting sexy just to piss me off?”
“No!” I protest.
“Don’t lie to me.” He settles more weight over me and I rack my brain, trying to remember what happened once we arrived back to the club.
We walked in, and I found fucking Tina sitting on the edge of the sofa next to Sy. Bingo.
“Yes, I remember now. The whore, Tina, was all over you,” I reply, pissed all over again.
“Whore?”
“Yeah, the trashy whore. I mean if you’re hard up for a fuck, you could pick someone with more class,” I say, growing more pissed the more I think about it. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to have a claim over him, but the vision of her whore hand on his shoulder just pushes me over.
“You’re fucking jealous?”
“Umm, no. I don’t get jealous,” I scoff at his accusation.
“Wanna try that again?” he replies, smirking.
“You’re very handsome when you smile,” I say, changing the subject.
“Don’t change the subject, or I’ll slide your panties aside and sink myself into that tight cunt of yours and fuck you so hard you’ll be wishing you just answered me.” His words hit me hard and fast as a wave of arousal covers me. Sweet baby Jesus, did I just come?
“Holly,” he warns when I don’t reply.
“Fine,” I huff and he just stares me down. “The woman is a whore. Why did you even let her touch you?”
“I didn’t let her touch me. If you hadn’t jumped to conclusions when you walked in and simply looked away, you would have seen that I nearly pushed her off the side of the sofa.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling like a moron.
“I’m only going to tell you this one time, Holly. Don’t ever play that shit again. I nearly fucking killed Hunter when you were smiling up at him. You walk into my club all sexy and ignore me; it’s not going to end well.”
“Sy—” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“No, I’m not fucking kidding, Holly. Those smiles are for me, no one else. Do you understand me?” he growls, holding my gaze. At first I think he’s joking, the ridiculousness of his command has the same smile play out over my face.
“Yes, Sy, for you,” I play along, giving him my answer.
“Only for me,” he replies and then he kisses me. His lips claim mine, hard and brutal. It’s everything that represents Sy, so I take it all. Take everything he gives me because that’s what I crave, what I need. My hands go around the back of his neck, pulling him further into me. My adrenaline spikes again, only this time, I don’t let the panic rise; instead, I get lost in his mouth and how he can manage to make me come undone by just one kiss. The butterfly feeling once again flutters to life, the sensation never getting old. Moments pass, our time lost in the intimate act of our mouths dancing together, and when I think there is no possible way this moment could get any better, he pulls back and holds my gaze.
“Sy?” I gasp out a breath when he doesn’t say anything.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Holly, and I know I said we would take things slowly, but I can't handle slow right now. I need to fuck that smile out of my head and give you a new one. One that only I have put there.” He pulls back his hands, going to his boxers, pushing them down his legs and taking his thick length in his hand.
“Okay,” I agree, not sure I would be able to deny him. “Condom,” I add, needing that protection.
“I'm clean,” he says, watching me, still lazily stroking his hardness. Oh, God, what is it with a man pleasuring himself?
“Condom, Sy,” I repeat, not letting myself make that mistake again. He holds my gaze for a moment longer before reaching next to his bed and retrieving a condom. Taking himself in his hand again, he strokes it a few times before tearing the condom wrapper apart and sliding it over his angry cock. The veins throb before my eyes and I hold back my panic. I’m about to have him inside of me. Oh, God; Sy inside of me, connecting with me. I know he needs this, because I made him need it this way right now, but if we are going to do it, I need something from him.
“Wait,” I rush out, halting what I know is going to be a brutal attack.
“Fuck, Holly,” he groans, thinking I’m stopping it again.
“No, I want to see you,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking. “Please?” I don’t hold back my plea and wait for him to knock me back. We never had the intimacy the first time. If this is going to be the start of something new, something real, I need something more. He pulls back, slowly and deliberately and for a second I think I’ve ruined our moment. Instead, his hand goes to the back of his shirt and rips it over his head. I hold in my gasp as I take in every inch of his chest and arms that are decorated in ink. I know I’ve seen some of him that morning after Kadence’s party and the morning at the gym when he ripped his shirt off in anger, but I was too caught up in the moment to really see him. Now, laying under him, I see the art adorning his skin in a different light. He's so fucking beautiful.
“You’re covered,” I reach out, touching the colorful artwork etched into his body.
“Yeah,” he responds, taking my hand in his to stop me from touching him.
“Is this okay?” I ask, feeling like his comfort level just dropped. Does he not want me to touch him?
“Yeah, just you touching me isn’t helping my control,” he says, and before I know it, he’s sliding my panties aside and filling me with his thick length.
“Sy,” I moan as he stretches me slowly.
“This is the only gentle you’re gonna feel, baby. So hold onto the headboard, don’t let go and whatever you do, don’t stop looking at me,” he demands, the power behind his words making me clench at the anticipation of what is about to happen.
“Fuck, Holly. Don’t fucking grip my cock like that again, or this will be over before you know it,” he says, and then slides into me over and over again. It takes less than a minute before he has me building. The impending wave of total submission comes rolling through me and I have no option but to ride it. The power and the dominance all pushing me into the deep end of what I can only describe as a mind blowing orgasm.
“Holly.” The deep rumble of his voice jolts me back into reality. “Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes spring open. I didn’t realize my eyes had closed. The colors behind my eyelids were playing out a euphoric dance before me. “That’s it, sweetheart. You wanted this, didn't you, baby?” he growls, slamming into me and making me clench. “Fuck, Holly,” he groans, losing himself in the sensation for a moment and my heart sings that I have the power to make this man come undone. “You're not gonna come yet, Holly. Only when I tell you, and when I do, you're gonna squeeze that tight cunt of yours for me and come all over my cock. Do you understand me?” He continues to fuck me verbally with his filthy words. “Tell me, baby, tell me how much you want it.”
My reply comes instantly, begging him to fuck me. “I want it so bad, Sy,” I moan, ready to explode.
“You want me to make you work for it?” he asks, still slamming into me at a brutal pace.
“Don't make me work for it,” I plead, my head thrashing side to side. The last thing I want to do is beg, but I will if I have to.
“Say please,” he demands.
“Please, please, please,” I beg, not caring if anyone in the clubhouse can hear us. I'm so close, my mind has checked out, leaving my body anticipating the pleasure I know he will deliver.
“That's it, baby. Come, now.” His thumb finds my clit and he rolls the bundle of nerves like a pro, throwing me over the edge headfirst.
“FFFUUCCK!” I scream my release before his mouth silences me, drinking in my verbal approval. Every nerve in my body is frantic, the pleasure now becoming my pain as the explosion rips through me. He drags out his orgasm, holding on for a moment longer before biting down on my lip, following me over and releasing himself. The intensity of the rumble that leaves his throat makes me hot all over again.
