Chapter 10

Reed baredhis teeth at me, and embarrassment shook me from my high horse as I let out a squeak when he flipped me onto my stomach and my phone skittered away. Panic flashed through me as Reed put a hand on my head and ground my cheek against the floor, and I was ready to start fighting for real when I felt his hard cock brush between my asscheeks.

"Oh, fuck, that's it," I said happily and arched my hips, getting my knees underneath myself.

He slid his dick along my asscrack, then grunted and pulled away a little. I gasped as he tugged the lubed plug from my hole and tossed it aside so that it coasted in the same direction as my phone.

"You wanted this," Reed murmured almost gently into my ear, then kissed it. "You wanted my cock."

Snorting, I tried to glance over my shoulder at him, but he didn't let me move much, except for using one hand to grab my hip and hoist my ass higher into the air. "Fuck, yes. I want everything you've got."

He groaned and pushed his cock into my lubed hole, and I let out a string of sounds that were almost curse words, but not quite, because I was too fucking turned on to make my mouth function. He slid his hand from the side of my head to my neck, thumb toying with my windpipe, and at that second, he absolutely fucking owned my P-spot with his thick cock. My eyelids slammed shut and stars sparked across my vision as he smashed my gland with the precision of a professional, stealing my breath and sending lightning streaks of pleasure dancing through my veins.

Then he used his thumb to put pressure on my windpipe for real, and adrenaline twined together with the natural happy chemicals already racing around in my body. Reed could crush my throat, kill me in an instant, send me to the brink of no return. He had me caged in with his muscled body and his cock, and he could do all those things before I could reach my phone and attempt to subdue him.

Truth be told, there was very little chance I could outmuscle him in this position, unless I pulled some very dirty tricks. And probably not before he could crush me.

Moaning like a whore, I fucked back to meet Reed while my cock pulsed and spikes of need drove me higher. Reed ran his mouth along my shoulder, then bit down, and pain sent me soaring toward the stars. It was so fucking beautiful, and my cockhead felt as if it grew three sizes. It was crazy. I'd never experienced a sensation quite like it and I wanted more. Needed more.

"Harder," I panted out.

"You're gonna come on my cock while I fill you up."

I should say something witty, laugh at him for thinking he could order me around, but honestly that sounded really goddamned good. I fucked back against him as much as possible. "More. Now. I need that fucking cock," I grated out.

He slammed his hands over mine, holding me down to the floor, and I panicked hard on the inside but didn't want to stop. The tingles of fear made this so much better.

"Greedy," he whispered, but his tone let me know he loved that the thing I couldn't get enough of was dangling between his thighs.

"Fuck, yes. I want every inch you've got," I said, thrusting back harder to meet him.

Reed unleashed and hammered me against the floor. It was almost painful, and I might've tried to struggle free if he wasn't crushing the air from my lungs and setting my soul on fire with his dick. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I yelled so loud that it might've qualified as a scream when my orgasm ripped through me. I was still being fucked when I came floating back down from the clouds, and my dick was going strong.

Reed's hands tightened around my wrists. "Maybe I'll put you in the cage. Keep you there as my hole to use," he whispered in my ear, and my toes curled against the floor as a whimper slid up my throat. "I'll pump cum into you every hour of the day and night."

Squirming against his grip did nothing except make him fuck harder, and he started grinding on my P-spot again. For a while something fucking spectacular happened. I'd come more than once with a guy in the past. His threats were slapping all my joy buttons and his thick cock was hammering my biggest pleasure spot.

"Promises, promises," I finally said, then laughed.

He growled and fucked me like he was trying to kill me with his dick, then roared. I moaned because I could actually feel the spurt of heat in my ass, his cum pumping into me, and then I shuddered and emptied whatever was left in my balls on the floor for the second time. My vision grayed out for a few seconds. I needed to get ready for whatever awful shit was about to happen, but I did absolutely nothing except lie very still and close my eyes.

Reed rolled me over. I was shocked when he picked me up and carried me to my room, and I probably deserved to die because I did nothing except smile when he laid me on the bed with my head on the pillows.

We stared at each other awkwardly, and then he turned his back to me and slid down to the floor, his injured leg stretched out in front of him and the other one tugged up to his chest. It felt like a courageous act to slide my fingers into his soft hair and scratch along his scalp. Like petting a tiger. He could turn around and bite my hand off, but thankfully, he leaned his head back, ready to purr for me. Maybe emptying such an epic load into my ass had mellowed him out.

"Want to go to a car show with me tomorrow?" I asked, and no one could've been more surprised than me to hear the words.

"Huh?" He turned to stare at me with his eyebrows raised.

"I might steal one." I rolled onto my side.

"Why?" he asked.

"A job," I mumbled. "For Sloan." I couldn't go into more detail because my brain was still mush.

"I can't run," he said, glaring at his leg.

"You don't need to be able to do anything quickly. It's research," I mumbled.

Reed was quiet.

Had I fucked up? Treated him too much like a man and not the beast? Irritation crawled through me along with another sensation I wasn't accustomed to—disappointment. I could order him to go with me, but that wasn't exactly the point of the invitation I'd issued. Why the fuck had I bothered anyway? He wasn't my boyfriend. He wasn't anything except a toy I would break—or would break me, whichever—and that was a fact. I slid my fingers away from his hair, but Reed slapped his hand on mine to keep me there.

"Okay," he said.

"I'll fry your brain with this—" I plucked the edge of his collar. "—if you attempt to make a break for it."

"Clearly you already did that," he said, glancing back at me.

Grinning, I snuggled down into the bedding and closed my eyes. I should fix his cage and put him in it because, chances were, he wasn't a broken pet, not yet, maybe not ever, but part of me wanted the thrill of knowing how my end would arrive. I didn't want to die an old man in my bed, and Reed made insignificant events such as napping more exciting.