“I’m going to give you a release.” I breathed on his erection, slowly licking my way down to my fingers, where I grasped him tight.
He shuddered. “You don’t...” He choked as I swallowed his entire length. “Jesus fucking Christ—”
Blowing on him, I murmured, “You’ve been used more times than I can imagine, Kas. You’ve had your free will taken, your happiness stolen, your very worth questioned for so many years of your life. Even tonight—a challenging evening for anyone—you’re doing it for other people, not yourself. I know how much this will cost you. I know how much you care.” My hand tightened around him, pumping him once. “Let me show you just how worthy you truly are.”
He hissed again, his entire cock jumping in my palm. “Gemma—”
“I’m yours to use however you want. I’m yours, Kas. Let me take away some of your stress. Let me remind you that for the rest of your life, only my lips will be on your body. Only my hand will touch your cock. You are in control of what you want and when. You are the master of me. Not because you’re bigger than me or because you once buckled a chain around my ankle, but because I choose you. Just like you chose me.”
“Gem—” His voice broke.
I sucked him.
Tangy salt exploded on my tongue as he jerked in my hold, and his knees almost buckled. His hands landed on my hair only to jolt away, remembering what I’d commanded.
I’d only told him to avoid my hair once. He was drowning beneath lust, yet he’d obeyed without any reminding.
How much of that came from the conditioning he’d undergone? And how long would it take before he truly trusted that he belonged only to himself?
Running my tongue up his shaft, I swallowed him deep, answering my own questions.
Eventually.
Eventually, he’d be free.
Eventually, he’d be healthy and happy because he had me, and I would do whatever it took to make him sleep beside me, travel with me, spend my money on memories and experiences, and enjoy the rest of his life unafraid.
His balls drew up as his cock hardened to stone in my mouth. His breathing sounded as if he’d run through the valley for hours, catching with a heady, animalistic growl as he thrust against my tongue.
I let him use me.
I granted him power over me.
I knelt before him and took whatever he wanted to give me so that his mind might stay sane for the rest of the night.
His hands balled by his sides, stopping himself from reaching for me even as his thrusts turned jerky and shallow. I was wet. Unbelievably wet as I looked up at his face and my mind shot me back to that first time in the basement back at Fables.
The time he’d commanded me to my knees and used me against my will.
I’d obeyed because I’d had no choice, even while I’d felt a buzzing in my blood that should never have been there. And I understood why he’d done that now. I understood the vulnerability inside him. The depth of pain after having so many people command him to serve and never being the one in the position of power.
I moaned around him, getting carried away with need.
“Gemma, goddammit,” he hissed. “What are you doing to me? I can’t...I don’t think I can—” His chin fell onto his chest, his eyes blazing black. “You have to stop.”
My lips popped as I pulled him from my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“No.”
“Use me.”
“No way.”
“Get it out, Kas. Use me to soak up whatever might haunt you tonight. Give me everything, feed me every trigger, let me carry all your pain.”
His eyes glossed with liquid as his hips pulsed, his cock sliding between my fist. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. I’m on my knees because I want to be. I want you to control me because it will remind you that you’re free. Free to leave the gala tonight at any point. Free to ignore anyone you want. Free to reject anything you’re not comfortable with. If you can’t use me when I’m begging you to, then how will you know you’re safe within a crowd of strangers?”
His eyebrows shot down, shadowing his glittering eyes. “You’re begging?”
I nodded and pressed a kiss to his cock. “Yes. I’m wet for you, Kas. My body wants whatever you want to give me.”
He licked his lips, indecision all over his handsome face.
I bent my head and inserted his hardness into my mouth again. I grazed his delicate flesh with a barely-there scrape of my teeth.
“Holy Christ—” He grabbed my shoulders, digging his fingers in, most likely leaving me with bruises. “Suck me. If you’re begging, then suck me.”
I did as he commanded, almost gagging on his length as I bobbed over his cock.