One Dirty Night

I stopped breathing as Nicholas—the quiet scientist who wore glasses and took care of me in so many selfless, unassuming ways—turned into a primitive beast.

Tears tracked down my cheeks as I shook on the bathmat.

The way he spoke set my nerve endings on fire. The air on my naked skin was gasoline. His harsh grunts as he thrust faster the match to set me alight.

I kept my hands locked around his ankles, obeying him even though I desperately wanted to finger myself. I stayed prone and submissive as he turned harsher, harder.

“I’m not going to hold myself back,” he hissed. “I’m so close. So goddamn close.” His eyes shot black as his lips drew away from his teeth. “Are you ready? Ready to drink? Ready to gag on every drop?”

I nodded, my eyes streaming.

“This is your fault,” he panted. “All your fucking fault.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fucked my mouth. “I have no defences when it comes to you. I jerk off twice a day picturing you like this. At my beck and call. Kneeling for my dick. Begging me to fuck you. I have daydreams of you sucking me off under my desk at work. I have fantasies of fucking you in the park when you run. I can’t sleep anymore without dreaming of you chained to my bed, your legs spread wide, your pussy always ready for me to eat.”

Freaking hell.

An orgasm raced through my blood, summoned by his words, throbbing in my clit to come undone.

“I can’t fight you anymore.” He groaned long and low, his stomach flexing as he drove into my mouth. “I can’t do it. I-I can’t. I can’t stop—fuuuuuck.”

He came in a river of splashing seed.

Choking me with thick salt.

Pouring directly down my throat.

Holding my head, he roared and kept coming, spurting over and over as his hips kept thrusting and his cock kept twitching.

I lost all sense of time and space as he used me just the way I wanted him to.

The soft haze I’d tripped into when Hunter held me on his lap and Nick whipped me returned, turning me mute, empty, and calm. So wonderfully, perfectly calm.

I was barely aware as Nick withdrew from my mouth and scooped me from the bathmat. Barely conscious as water streamed over me and his thumb swiped over the corner of my lips, capturing the last few droplets of his pleasure.

My eyes opened, slightly unfocused as I floated on a cloud of obedience and bliss. I’d given him pleasure. I’d obeyed him without question. The dynamics and feelings of being subservient to him when it came to sex overwhelmed me.

Dropping my lashes, I murmured, “Did you enjoy my mouth, Sir?”

He stiffened and let me go. “You forced me to take your mouth by showing up here naked and far too willing.”

I nodded meekly. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Stop calling me that. We’re not at the circus anymore, Ella. I’m not—”

“Do you prefer Master?” I looked up. “I…I like that one. I like feeling powerless against you. I…I like being owned by you.” I hunched my shoulders, gathering my exhausted courage to say, “That’s what I’ve wanted all along. That’s why I went to the big top. I wanted to know what it felt like to be ruled.”

Groaning loudly, Nick dragged both hands over his face. Shaking his head, he dropped his arms and tripped out of the shower. I trembled as I turned off the water and watched him snatch his towel with panicked desperation.

“Nicholas?” I stepped onto the bathmat. “It’s okay. I like being at your mercy. We can make this work. I want to make this work…”

Whirling on me, he hissed, “There’s nothing to make work, Ella. I told you that!”

“And I just realised you’ve been lying the entire time we’ve lived together.”

“Lying?” He reared back. “How the hell have I been lying? I’ve been nothing but black and white with you. I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want to cook dinners with you. I don’t want to watch movies with you. I don’t want to be anything more than colleagues!”

“Liar.” I stormed into him, stabbing my finger into his wet chest. “What about all the sweet things you do for me? The thoughtfulness that I never noticed until now but are an everyday occurrence. You care for me, Nick. I know you do.”

“Doesn’t matter how I feel.” He swatted my finger away and crossed his arms. “My stance on relationships hasn’t changed.”