I reach for the bottle of water on the bed-stand and she winces.
"Easy," I keep my tone firm, pour a glass of water and offer it to her.
She eyes it warily.
"Take it."
She hesitates. I take a sip from it. "See?" I tilt my head, "It’s safe to drink."
She takes the glass from me, brings it to her lips, and drains it. Some of the liquid runs down her chin. I reach out, wipe away the wetness with my thumb.
She stays silent. I drag my finger across her lower lip. Her mouth opens. I slide my digit inside and she sucks on it. She sinks her teeth in, and fuck me, but I feel the tug all the way to the tip of my dick.
I reach for the now empty glass, pry it from her fingers. She swallows. I place the glass on the nightstand. The slight thump breaks the silence.
She shudders.
I push down with my thumb and she opens her mouth wider. I slide in my forefinger, my middle finger. She swipes her tongue across them. My shaft lengthens in my pants; the blood thuds at my temples. I pull away from her and she stiffens, watches me from under hooded eyes as I take a step back.
"What are you not telling me?" I scowl down at her.
"What do you mean?" She frowns back at me.
"Why did you have that nightmare?"
"Th...that?" She shoves her hair back from her face. "It was...nothing."
"I came in to find you thrashing on the bed, begging someone not to come near you," I growl.
"So?"
"Did he hurt you?"
"Who?"
"Don’t pretend you don't know who I mean."
She tilts up her chin. "N...no." She swallows.
"Lying to me again?"
"Of course, not."
I bend down, peer into her eyes, "Tell me. What's got you terrified, Gigi?" I search her pale features. "Why are you trembling so much that you can barely sit upright?"
"Maybe it's your nearness?" Her lips twist.
"Is it?" I scowl.
"Or maybe it's the thought that you are going to own your dominance and show me what you are made of?" She looks me up and down. Her chin wobbles.
Something hot stabs at my chest.
Fuck, is this an act she's putting on? When she's hurting and unsure, and yet she's taunting me to get the better of my control.
"What are you hiding from me?" I rub the back of my neck. "Why can't you tell me what's got you so fearful that you had to come to me with a proposition that is so unlike your personality?"
"You mean someone as proper as me? Someone who seems so conservative? I couldn't know my tastes, could I?"
"Do you?" I lower my hands to my sides, "Do you know what you're asking of me? Are you ready for everything I am going to demand from you?"
Her chest rises and falls, she firms her lips. "I could ask you the same thing." She reaches forward.
"Gigi... No..."
She grabs my crotch, squeezes my erection.
A groan rips out of me. The blood thuds at my temples. "What are you doing?"
"What does it seem like?" She brings up her other hand to massage my balls and my vision tunnels. "Gigi," I warn her.
"Saint." She peers up at me from under her sooty eyelashes. "I've seen enough porn online to know what turns me on. I've spent my life trying to fit in, trying to be something I am not. I need you to set me free, want you to let me embrace my fantasies, I want this Saint, I—"
"Take your hands off of me," I snap.
She blinks.
"Now."
She pulls back, her face, pale. "I... I'm sorry."
"Show me."
"What?" She drops her hands in her lap.
"Show me you understand what you’re asking for."
"But I... I meant it." She blinks rapidly. "I...do want you."
"You don't get to set the pace." I prop my hands on my hips. "You feel me?"
"B...but." She wrings her hands together. "I—"
"On your knees."
She draws in a breath.
"Now."
She scrambles to the floor, fingers twisted in front, head bowed, her dark hair flowing about her shoulders.
"Beautiful."
A visible shiver runs up her spine.
I unhook my belt, lower my zipper, a moan bleeds from her, and fuck me, but I can’t wait any more.
I wrap her hair around my palm, yank. Her head falls back, her gaze wide. Color flushes her cheeks.
"Open," I demand.
Her lips part.
Fuck, the way she looks right now? My heart begins to race.
"I’m going to fuck your mouth, now."
Her gaze widens and she draws in a breath as if to say something. I don’t wait. I thrust my dick between her lips.
Warmth, heat. Goosebumps explode on my skin. "Fuck," I grit my teeth and sweat beads my forehead. "Fuck, Gigi."
She swallows, and the suction sweeps up my spine. My groin hardens and my thigh muscles spasm. I tighten my grip on her hair.
"Do you have any idea what you do to my control?"
Her nostrils flare, she tips her chin up, and her eyes dart green fire.
"I’m going to use your mouth and you’re going to take it, and when I come, you are going to swallow every last drop."
Her chest rises and falls; the pulse races at the base of her neck. The sweet scent of her arousal envelops me and my balls tighten. My vision narrows, my chest hurts, and fuck her, but I can’t hold back any more.
I pull her forward; my dick slides down her throat. I yank her back and her teeth graze the soft skin of my shaft. Tendrils of fire race up my spine.
I use her mouth, repeat the motion, again and again, then once more. Spit gathers at the corner of her lips, overflows down her chin.
She sucks in her cheeks and my balls draw up. "Jesus, fuck, I’m coming."
I wrap the fingers of my other hand around her neck, then drag her forward. The sight of my dick disappearing in between her wet swollen lips, combined with the vibration of my cock down her throat… Bloody hell, it’s the most
