17. Skylar

Chapter 17

Skylar

I slowly shake slumber away, awakening, but still feeling as if I'm trapped in a haze. I'm hot all over. I feel like I'm drowning in the heat. My breathing is shallow, and I'm filled with hunger. I whimper, stretching my body—yet finding resistance. I lick my lips as a wave of desire crashes through me so strongly that I cry out.

"That's it. Let me hear you, Peaches," I hear Torin growl.

His hoarse, raw voice feeds my hunger. I force my heavy eyes to open and find him looking straight at me. His eyes are glued to me. My body tightens and I force myself to push away. It doesn't do any good. His hands are on my thighs, his body trapping my legs, refusing to let me move.

"You're not going anywhere," he rumbles against my bare center. My clothes are gone. I'm completely naked and Torin's face is buried between my thighs.

"No, we can't," I gasp, reaching down to push on his shoulders to make him move away from me. I can't believe he did all this while I was asleep. He has to have lost his mind …

"Hands by your sides, Skylar. Do it or I'll tie them to the bed. The choice is yours."

I freeze and look at him. I know beyond any doubt that he's serious. I swallow nervously and he smiles up at me. There's a glint in his eye, daring me to argue with him. That's my first instinct, but there's a big part of me that wants me to give in. I've wanted Torin for three years. What could be the harm in giving in?

While I try to make up my mind, his body shifts, moving me so he can lift my legs over each of his shoulders. His hand caresses my stomach, starting a scorching fire inside that feels like it might burn me alive. The path he makes continues around my hip and under my ass. Torin squeezes one cheek roughly to the point there's a sting of pain behind his touch. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He bends down and puts a soft kiss against the wet lips of my pussy.

"Mine," he growls. His words hit me hard and my heart squeezes in my chest. I surrender in that moment, not wanting to fight what I'm feeling any longer.

I release a breath that shudders through my body as he buries his head into my center, opening me to him. He flattens his tongue, lapping at my juices, moaning against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out in pleasure. My reaction seems to fuel his desire. I feel the change in his urgency almost immediately. He hums, working me hard, tasting, nibbling— devouring me. I slap the mattress, clenching the sheets, as I thrust up against his mouth, silently begging for more. He pulls back enough to drag his fingers over my heated folds and begins teasing my clit before his tongue takes over and his fingers move through my cream, then push inside me.

"Torin!" I cry, as pleasure ripples through my body.

I lift, needing more, craving it. I don't get what I want, though. His other hand is clamped down on my hip, refusing to let me move.

"You'll accept what I give you. I'm going to make you come, but I can't provide your body with what it wants this time. I'm not taking your cherry with my damn fingers. When that happens, it will be with my cock and you're not ready."

Not ready? I've been ready for three years.

"I am," I argue as my head goes back, my neck arching as another wave of carnal desire pours through me when he blows his warm breath against my clit.

"Not yet, because when I claim your virginity, you will belong to me in every single way you can imagine, Peaches. I will own you."

His words simultaneously scare and excite me. Yet, I still feel the need to argue. "You can't own someone, Torin."

I look at him as his lips stretch into a smile that sends chills down my spine. "Oh, Peaches. I have so much to teach you," he croons. I don't have time to think about his response because he begins working my clit with his fingers so hard that I lose my breath. His tongue presses inside of me, lapping at my walls. I can feel my orgasm building as his entire faces pushes into me, his beard teasing my tender flesh.

"I'm going to come," I whine, my breath coming out in urgent puffs as sensation after sensation slams through me.

"Hold on. Don't come until I give you permission."

"Torin," I sob. He can't be serious. How am I supposed to stop it? He's eating me like a starving man. I've never felt anything like this before. My entire body is on fire. I'm grinding down on his face, fighting his harsh hold on my hip as much as I can.

"Don't come," he orders again, his words muffled against my soaked pussy.

"Please," I plead, fighting my orgasm, but knowing I'm going to lose the battle. "Tor, please let me come."

"Fuck, yeah," he growls. "Listen to you, begging me like such a good little girl," he purrs. "Come for me, Peaches," he demands. His mouth and fingers work my clit, and I lose myself in the magic he creates. I didn't even realize that his hold on my hip is gone until I feel at least two of his fingers push into my ass without warning. My body jerks and I scream as my climax rips through me. My body fights the onslaught of sensation, but Torin somehow takes control, leading me through it all—letting me ride out my orgasm. It's so intense that I'm surprised I don't black out. Part of me thinks I might have because when I finally begin functioning again, Torin is lying beside me, petting my tender folds gently and whispering in my ear. "That's my baby. You're so fucking perfect, Peaches. You're mine now. I'm going to take care of you, pretty girl. You're my property."

I love everything he's saying, and that scares me. I could lose myself in Torin, and if nothing else, the last three years have taught me that would be bad … very bad.

I pull away from him, scooting further over to my side—doing my best to put distance between us and try to keep from falling for his words that sound so pretty, but I know are only empty.

"I'm not your property. You can't own anyone."

"That's where you're wrong. From this moment on, you're completely mine. I'll be the man responsible for giving you pleasure, taking care of you, making sure you're happy and punishing you when you're bad."

"Punish me? You're insane."

He doesn't argue. He just grins like a maniac. Then his hand moves down between my legs and his fingers slide against my pussy. I catch my breath, afraid to move. Despite having just come harder than I ever have in my life, I feel a new gush of sticky wet slide from me. My cheeks heat in response—more than slightly embarrassed. I know Torin realizes it, because his smile broadens and the deep color in his gorgeous dark brown eyes deepens. He moves so he's on his side and his body is over me, not exactly touching, but so close that I can't move. Torin's lips graze against the shell of my ear. "Lick my fingers clean and taste yourself."

"Tor …"

He pushes his fingers against my lips and without even realizing it, I open my mouth for him. Torin pushes them inside and I move them over his skin, groaning as I taste the evidence of my orgasm.

"You see how sweet you are? I'm going to want you coming in my mouth every day, Skylar. You're going to feed me that sweet pussy anytime I ask."

"I—" I try to speak but the sound is muffled.

"Anytime and anywhere." My eyes dilate as I look at him. He's completely serious. I shake my head no and he laughs. He actually laughs. "Oh, but you will give me exactly what I want. It's too late to go back now."

I slowly take my lips from his fingers. "You're crazy."

"You'll see how it is. We'll go slow, but trust me when I tell you, Skylar. You are mine now. All you need to trust is that everything I make you give to me, I will cherish and give you twice as much back."

"Torin."

"Rule number one. When we're in bed together, I've decided I like it when you call me Tor. You can call me Torin when we're alone. Either that or Joker any other time."

"Excuse me?" I exhale, wondering what episode of the Twilight Zone I've stumbled into.

"You can call me sir if you'd rather."

I blink, all words eluding me at this point. I don't know how to respond to him. So, instead, I slide off the bed. I grab the bedspread and wrap it around me, quickly. "I don't have time for this. I promised Trudy that I was going to spend the day with her. I need to shower."

"No."

I raise my eyebrow and look down at the crazy man. "No?"

"No showering. I want to be able to smell your cum whenever I'm around you."

"Two things, Joker. " He smirks at me, and I find I'd like to slap him. "First, you're not going to be around me. I'm going to be with Trudy, and maybe Archie, for part of the day. Second, I am showering because what you just said is gross. I don't want anyone to smell me, period . I enjoy being clean and that's exactly why I'm going to fucking shower."

"You're a little brat, Peaches."

"I'm—"

"Don't worry. I like it. It's going to be fun to bring you to heel."

"Bring me to heel?" I practically yell.

He lets out a low chuckle and I stomp off. My intent is to head back to my old room because the bathroom door locks. Plus, I can at least use it to bathe and change into my clothes. My exit would have been grand, except I stumble on the long train of the cover. I probably would have dived headfirst onto the cement floor if Torin hadn't grabbed me. He picks me up and actually tosses me back on the bed. "Sit tight. I'll put some pants on and take you to your room so you can shower."

I start to stand up. "I don't need you to take me anywhere," I huff.

"You move off that bed and your ass will be so sore you won't be able to go with Trudy. You won't be able to sit either," he warns, his voice dark, deadly, and hell, it's sexy too. I'd never admit it, but it makes me even wetter. It's at this point I'm thinking there is something horribly wrong with me.

"I don't have to?—"

"Push me, Peaches. I want you to. Let's see how much you like my punishment. I promise you that if you keep it up, I'll have you begging to come for days before I'll let you find relief."

Holy shit.

I want to push him, but I'm scared. I think we both know he's capable of making me beg. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to push him away, either. Especially not now that I know how much pleasure he can give me. I snap my mouth shut and refuse to look at him. I have to be very careful here. I need to get free from him and find a way to stay far, far away when I do. Right now, I think it might be safer to just fall into line. I'm going to have to pick my battles where Torin's involved. I'll be back in college on Monday, and I'll make my escape then.

What harm can one more night with the big dummy do?

Crap, crap, crap.