Chapter 8

Fuck my life.

I've never been so hard up for a chick that I'd take orders from her. Even just a few weeks ago, if a Deb had told me to follow her, then strip, I would have found it funny, and presumptuous as fuck. Then I would have told her to get the fuck out of my house.

But Lux.

Lux could lead me straight into the flames of hell, and I'd thank her for the privilege.

Goddamn, I'm so whipped, but I can't even bring myself to care. The fact is that Lux is here, and after everything I've done, she's allowing me to touch her. I should apply for sainthood because that's a fucking miracle in my book.

I'm naked, my cock thick and straining for a taste of her. Just one more fucking taste. I'd give anything for it. I'd sign this entire house away just to feel her body clenching around mine, just to hear my name on a whisper that's tumbling from her lips.

Is this what insanity feels like?

As I wait for Lux to give her next command, I let my gaze wander over her. The white robe flows around her, and I can't help but fantasize about all the different ways I could remove that robe. But the way I'm feeling, I know I'd just end up ripping it off her and tearing the fabric in a frenzy of desperation.

I clench my fists at my sides and force myself to remain still. But it's one of the most difficult things I've ever had to fucking do.

"Down," she says, looking up at me.

Without hesitation, I fall to my knees in front of her for the third time. Anything she wants me to do, I'll do. I'd do anything to remove that hate from her eyes.

After what feels like an eternity, she moves away, crossing to the closet on the far side of the room, built to blend seamlessly into the wood-paneled wall. She opens it and removes something before returning it to me.

There's a blindfold and a length of rope in her hands. I instantly tense up, the muscles bunching in my shoulders, my hands balling into fists.

What the fuck?

She lifts her chin, looking down at me. "Are you ready to submit to your queen?"

I clench my jaw, and I can't fucking say it, but I dip my chin in a faint nod. It's all she needs, I guess. She steps forward and ties the black length of fabric around my eyes, and everything goes dark. Then she moves around to the back of me, pulls my wrists together, and ties them with the rope. It's my instinct to fight her, to pull my wrists free, push her down, and fuck her right here, just to show her who's really in control.

I don't, though. I force myself to remain perfectly still, and it's one of the hardest things I've had to do in a long-ass-time.

I fucking hate this shit.

When I was a kid, my dad took complete control of everything, especially James and me—what we wore, what we ate, how we spoke. One fucking slip-up and we were beaten. But, sometimes, honestly, we didn't do anything wrong, and we were beaten within an inch of our lives. All in an effort, my dad said, to make us "men."

That kind of shit sticks with you.

So, yeah, being tied up, and having control forcibly taken from me isn't my most favorite-fucking-thing, and I have to breathe deeply, just so I don't completely lose it.

I'm tied up now, and blindfolded, completely naked, with the taste of her pussy still on my lips. I can sense Lux walking around me, circling me like a lioness inspecting her prize, until, finally, she stops.

I have no idea what she has planned, but if I'm being honest, I'm just glad she's here with me. As torturous as this is, I was serious when I said I'd walk through the flames of hell just to have her near me.

In the next second, I feel the warmth of her breath fluttering across my face, my lips, so I know she's close. I have to restrain myself from pushing my head forward and tasting her.

I clench my jaw and ball my hands into fists so hard that my blunt nails cut into the skin of my palms. The pain distracts me from the clawing need that's crawling through my veins like a fucking disease.

Then she grabs my cock, and starts stroking. Oh, fuck. My head falls back, and my mouth opens. Yesss. My God. Just feeling her warm hand wrapped around me, squeezing, is fucking heaven.

My hips move with the rhythm of her strokes, a silent demand for her to go faster, harder. Then I feel her breath in my ear. "You like that?" she asks.

I swallow past my need to scream. What I really want to do is fucking roar, but instead, I simply choke out the word, "Yes."

Her hand briefly leaves my shaft to cup my balls, messaging them gently before moving back to my cock. Her thumb brushes over the tip, and then she pushes at my chest with one hand, forcing me to lean back on my haunches.

"You've misbehaved," she teases.

"Yes," I answer and fuck if my voice doesn't tremble.

She tsks in response, but then I feel it, her hot tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, followed by the sweet bliss of her mouth. She takes me deep into her throat, and all thought evaporates from my brain.

Her mouth feels so damn good, it's all I can think about, all I can focus on. I wish I could see her while she sucks my cock, watch as I fill her pretty little mouth, my hands buried in her hair.

I've been sucked off so many times, I can't even count. But this girl has me in my fucking feelings, and having her mouth on my cock has completely melted my brain.

She finds an even tempo, sucking while her fingers are wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking me to the rhythm of her mouth. My mind wanders to images of her; that beautiful face, her green eyes fluttering closed as her tits bounce, and I destroy her pussy.

She's so damn perfect, even her flaws. How is that possible? How has this girl managed to burrow into my soul, and into my fucking heart?

The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my shaft swells even more, preparing for climax. It just feels so damn good, and just a couple of minutes in, I'm already on the brink. My balls are painfully tight. I'm just seconds away from erupting and pumping my cum down her throat, and I know she'll take it, too, swallowing it down like a fucking milkshake.

My hips buck and a moan escapes my throat. "My God, Lux. Yes. Fuck. You feel so damn good."

Then her mouth pops off my cock, like she's sucking on a lollipop, and just pulled it out of her mouth. I expect her to return, take me back into her mouth, but she doesn't. I hear the fabric of her robe rustle as she gets up and moves away.

"Lux," I say, panic gripping me. "What the fuck?"

My balls are so tight, if I don't fuck her soon, I'm going to lose it. For real. I can already feel the need for violence working its way through my bloodstream.

Rising back up onto my knees, I pull against the rope that's tied tightly around my wrists. Thankfully, Lux isn't great at tying knots, so the bindings loosen with just a few tugs. I rip them off my wrists and pull the blindfold off my eyes.

Lux is just opening the secret door.

"Lux," I call out again. She half-turns to face me, a faint little smile on her face. It becomes clear then, that she always meant to do this—use me, then leave me wanting.

Her gaze drifts down to my red, angry cock. It's so desperate for her, and if she lingers too long, there's no doubt in my mind what I'll do.

"Don't worry," she says. "I'm sure one of your pick-me girls would be happy to finish you."

Anger, desire, and rage mix and congeal inside me. I take a step toward her, but she walks through the door and disappears into the study. I follow her, and because my legs are longer than hers, I catch up to her, right before she darts into the hallway.

Catching her robe, I pull her to a stop, then twist her body, so she's facing me. Fear flickers in her eyes, and I feel a moment of satisfaction. I shouldn't. It's fucked up that she fears me, but then again, you don't fuck around with the devil if you don't want to get burned…

"I'll scream," she says, her voice shaking.

My cock is like granite as I step closer, my lower half pressing against her softness. If not for the layers of fabric between us, I'd already be inside her by now. I'd already be pumping my cum into her sweet body.

I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing. "Good," I hiss. "I love hearing you scream, baby."

When she opens her mouth, she lets out a scream I've never fucking heard before. I release her throat and reel back because it feels like she might have actually burst my fucking eardrum.

The door behind her pushes open, and suddenly, Christian, Lucas, and Jackson rush into the room. I grab a throw pillow from the sofa and hold it over my cock. Lux takes the opportunity to sweep past the guys and escape into the hallway.

"Fuck!" I yell, bending as the force of the word is ripped from my fucking throat.

"What the fuck was that, dude?" Lucas asks, confusion flashing across his face when he notices I'm buck-ass-naked.

"Goddamn," Jackson says, picking my robe up off the ground and tossing it to me. "Cover that shit up."

I slip the robe on one-handed, then pull a hand down my face. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" I ask.

Christian's mouth falls open, and he glances at Lucas and Jackson, then back at me. "What are we doing? You're joking, right? It sounded like you were murdering her in here. And not in a fun way, dude."

"What happened?" Lucas asks.

I shake my head, grabbing my clothes off the floor. I head to the cloakroom, so I can get dressed and deal with this shit. "I don't want to fucking talk about it," I say. "But call a meeting with the senior counsel. We have some shit we need to handle."