Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

Please,I scoff to myself, replaying his delusional demand in my head. This motherfucker has lost his damn mind if he thinks that I’m about to get onto all fours and crawl to him. What am I, a fucking dog?

I mean, if I’m being honest with myself, I can – and would – do worse things to be his. And if I ask myself if I want him in me, the answer is an obvious yes and badly.

But do I want him in me so bad that I’ll allow myself to be degraded on hands and knees crawling over to him? No.

Fuck.

Who am I kidding, yes I do. I want him that bad and probably a lot more than I’m willing to admit. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, to be pleased by him, to have him looking down at me, degrading me with his stare, while his cock is fucking my mouth. I’ve wanted his dominance just as much as I’ve wanted his hatred. Still, the trek over to him by knee feels like I’m forfeiting a level of power that I’m not used to giving up. Then again, the thought of having the burden of always needing to be in control instead be put in his hands, is enough to make my stubbornness wilt away.

“Raiden,” my name falls from his lips, and it’s somewhere between a command and plea.

“Yes?” I drag, still refusing to give in….yet. I remain glued in place, watching the fabric of his pants strain over his pronounced bulge as his legs spread wide, seated on the chair. Tempting me. “Come on, pretty girl. Don’t make me beg for you to submit to me,” he says through an arrogant grin that is melting me. I swear, every word coming out of his mouth is trying to break me…and it’s working.

As if that’s not bad enough, I practically feel myself coming undone as he reaches for his belt buckle, loosening it with one hand–holy fuck, my weakness. Maintaining eye contact, he continues undoing his belt buckle, until it skates past the loops of his pants and is secured in his clenched palm. I’m overwhelmed by the sight of him, between the veins in his hand and him throwing his belt to the ground before freeing his erect cock and palming it in his fist.

Leaning forward, he releases a string of spit, his saliva falling perfectly on the thick, crisscross-pierced head of his cock. Sliding his hand up and down, working around the barbells lining his shaft, he clears his throat, summoning me. “Stop being so fucking stubborn. Get on those pretty fucking knees and crawl to me. Give in to me.”

His words hit me like a dagger to the gut. Here we stand, two stubborn souls bonded by misplaced anger heightened by desire. All that hatred we’ve spent our time spewing at one another is no more permanent than the mask covering his face. The disgust we tapped into for each other was fun while it lasted, but I’m tired of pretending like I haven’t wanted this moment, even if this is not how I imagined it. This, his raw need, my slipping willpower, is what I’ve wanted since his surveillance picture came across my desk.

“I’m waiting,” he rasps, breaking the bubble my thoughts have enclosed me in.

I look over to the glass, as if that would stop me. I don’t care who watches. Let them. Fuck it, let Brett die inside as he watches his brother get what he can’t have. What was never truly his.

Colson’s throat clears, rough and needy. “Prove to me lying isn’t the only thing you’re good at.” His words are a challenge, purposely trying to provoke me. He knows I’m too competitive, too stubborn to admit anything he says is true.

“Come on Raiden, show me how pretty you look on your knees. It’s okay to admit that you don’t always want to be in control. Show me how desperate you are to come undone with my cock fucking the back of your throat.” His palm taps on his lap, beckoning me to forfeit my control and obey him.

I hate how hot he sounds being so arrogant and degrading. It’s like his every word is filtering past my ears and going directly to the throbbing ache overpowering my pussy. A pleased grin warms his face. I take another step, locking my gaze onto his. His tongue clicks as he moves his hand outward, pointing his finger down to the ground. “Knees now, pretty girl.”

My lips part with the need to say something, but I’m suddenly unsure of what to say. For the first time in my life, I feel speechless. With the mask on his face he looks like a god or a devil, but either way, I’m about to pay homage to whatever deity is in front of me. Bending my knees, I lower myself to all fours, purposely making my descent to the cement floor slow and painful for him. His bottom lip is trapped beneath his teeth, stifling a primal groan that rips through his throat, leaking bold, unfiltered want into the air.

Colson looks at me with a nod and tilts his head back in the direction of the speaker. “Enjoy the show. I have it on good authority that this one is a squirter, and who wouldn’t want to watch that? Especially when she’ll squirt without me having to fucking touch her, like the whore she is.” He grins arrogantly. “Isn’t that, right?” he asks me, drawing in a long sigh as he brings his hand to his mouth, spitting into his cupped palm. He fists himself, coating the metal and flesh that comprises his massive size.

Knees mere inches from pressing onto the floor, I stop, shooting him a devious glare.

“I’ll only crawl if you take it off,” I breathe, pointing to his face. Truthfully, he doesn’t need the mask to make me wet. It’s his presence, rough and forever on the verge of destruction, that does more for me than any mask ever could —even though the devil horns really suited him.

“I thought you liked the mask?” he says, pouting in playful disappointment.

The steel of my tongue piercing escapes my lips as it pokes out, drawing his attention to my teasing mouth as I finally begin to crawl to him, extra slow, just like he wanted. “Oh, I do, but I’d rather see the bare face of the pendejo I love to hate,” I murmur, admiring the way my words send a surge of visible arousal through his body.

“Why do you insist on calling me that?” he breathes, huskily.

“Because you like it when I tease you. Just like you enjoy the idea of pleasing me, even if you hate yourself for it.”

“Mmm,” he grunts in approval, ripping the mask off, sending it to the ground. “Fine, suit yourself. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to where you belong.”

“And where’s that?”

“Right now, you and those pretty lips of yours belong on my cock.”

“Aww, you want it to be your turn, don’t you?” I taunt, reminding him of when I sucked Brett’s cock in front of him and he stood there watching, wishing it was him instead.

“Yep, it’s my turn,” he quips. Rubbing his more than ready cock with his palm, my mouth waters. Catching on to the lust in my face, he continues, “Look at you, so fucking stunning on your knees for me. So eager to please me and make the best mistake you’ll never have the chance to make again,” he clips.

Continuing my slow crawl, I swipe my tongue at my lips as I near the wide expanse of his legs.

“Trust me, you’re a mistake I’d never make twice,” I lie because fuck, this is the most fun I’ve had almost fucking someone, well…ever. Finally, my long trek ends, and I settle between his widespread legs.

“You’re a fucking vision, you know that? So damn pretty when you lie to me. Now, open wide, princess. Hope you’re okay with losing air for a little bit,” he sneers as his fingers find my chin, tipping it, forcing me to peer up at him.

Gaze in tune with his, I move my lips. “Fine by me. But remember, I don’t want a gentleman or your kindness. I want your dick and that’s all.”

The rough calloused skin of his palm scratches at my chin as he tilts my head. He pauses, staring at me for a moment as if he’s drinking me in, savoring every single second before he presses his lips against mine. “Just shut up and fucking kiss me,” he groans, as he lowers his lips into a passionate kiss. The abrupt yet attentive way his lips mesh with mine makes me tremble from the contact, immediately wanting more. He must feel it too, from the way my body falls closer to his. Of course, Colson being his typical dickish self takes it upon himself to break the seal of our kiss, replacing his lips with an outstretched finger centered on my cupid’s bow. “Fuck, you are gorgeous when you’re needy. Don’t worry, I’ll kiss you again. But I want to see how much better you taste with my come on your breath.” He smirks as his large palm curls at the crown of my head, pushing me down to his erect length.

Wasting not even a second I draw his pretty, big, pierced cock into my mouth. The intricate texture of the piercings causes a heated rush to spread throughout my entire body as I glide up and down the shaft, sucking him in.

The power I feel from having him in my mouth is intoxicating. Taking every inch of him, my mouth stretches to accommodate his size. Finding a rhythm that he likes, I work his shaft with a hunger that surprises even myself. He shifts in the chair, throwing his head back, loosening that tightness that riddles his body.

The taut hold he has on my scalp drives him deeper into my mouth, causing the cool, harsh edges of his piercings to rub against the barbell in my tongue. My cheeks hollow around him as I take all of him to the back of my throat. “God damn it, you look so fucking pretty choking on my cock. You’re doing so fucking good.”

I hum at his praise, my stifled moan vibrating against him.

“Fuck, you keep sucking me like that and I’m going to come,” he groans.

I laugh to myself. Isn’t that the point of sucking dick? To come? But still, I like that he’s enjoying it.

Maintaining the harsh hold on my head, he forces himself so deep into my mouth, that my vision becomes blurred from the tears slipping my eyes. But I don’t care, it only fuels my need for him more as I suck and lick at his shaft.

Time becomes irrelevant as I continue my mission to have him feed me his release, claiming my throat as his.

Closing my watery eyes, I suck harder. He’s close, I can feel it. The veins that run up his shaft starts to pulse, and I brace myself for his release. His thumb grazes my chin, the tip of his finger teasing the seal of my mouth as he rubs his thumb back and forth.

“¿Estás lista?” His question a sultry, deep cry. Even the most basic of Spanish words rolling off his tongue sends a rush of heat to my center.

I nod, my head restricted beneath his hold. I’m desperate for him, craving his cum.

“That’s my good fucking slut,” he groans, rubbing my cheek with his hand. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he mewls, yanking my hair that wraps around his palm as he pushes my head down. Deep throating him, I welcome the warmth of his salty release filling my mouth. While his pierced cock continues to pulse, his fingers slither to the corner of my mouth, breaking the seal my lips have around his impressive length. “Don’t swallow yet” he orders, as cum starts to leak from the corners.

Mouth still occupied with his cock; I peer up at him. “Don’t be sad, little liar. You’ll have another chance to swallow my load,” he says mischievously. Then his fingers inch to the back of my throat, tickling my goddamn tonsils, gagging me while he collects his cum from my mouth.

“I’m going to remove my hand, and this is the only time I’ll ever say this. When my fingers are out of your mouth, spit,” he commands.

Confused and oddly turned on by this, I nod again.

He removes his fingers, and I can feel the cum gathered on them.

“Down,” he instructs, moving my head downward with his free hand. “Spit my cum on your chest.”

I spit. Distracted by the stream of his leftover release dribbling down my chin, I don’t notice him scoop me up in his arms. I’m secure against him as we move to the glass. Brett’s eyes widen the closer we get to his tied-up body.

Colson stops, pressing my back against the glass that feels like ice compared to my heated body.

“Stay still,” he commands, moving his thick finger into the spit and cum that lingers on my chest, adding to it his release that he stole from my mouth.

“Why?” I breathe, wanting to sound angry, but I can’t. My body is on fire beneath his sadistic touch.

A grin widens along his mouth. “Because I want to make sure that my brother can read every fucking letter of what I paint on your chest.”

Peering down, I watch him work, his wet fingers dancing along just above my breasts.

“There we go,” he says with satisfaction. “Just like it’s supposed to be.”

My gaze falls to the tackiness that spreads across my chest. There, beneath the blacklight, are four letters I’ve never wanted anyone to ever say to me. Well, anyone except for him, right now, at this moment.

Mine.

His lips trace my ear as he nibbles on my lobe to whisper. “I always knew you were meant to be mine, and fate finally got the memo. But I don’t think this body of yours has. Stay still, I’m not fucking done with you.”