Facing the Consequences

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"Please..." I murmured.

"Oh, no." He said harshly. "You earned this penance with your vicious tongue. There's no sweetly begging me for mercy now. Open your damn legs, Jade."

Biting my lip and still refusing to open my eyes I slid my knees apart. Making the wood of the chair creak beneath me.

I instantly felt his large, warm hand reaching over me. His knuckles along my soft inner lips.

He nimbly opened them until finding my damp entrance with his middle finger. He swirled it there to ensure I was appropriately slick. Then that long wide-knuckled finger entered me.

Making me lurch up as my back arched. His other hand on my chest just below my neck held me in place.

"Ah, ah." He said, amusement almost tingeing his voice. "I have you now. You're not going anywhere."

The intensity of part of him being in my body was overwhelming. It felt foreign and exhilarating. It was nearly breathtaking that such a thing was possible.

One person being inside another in such a way. And it was suddenly clear to me what he'd meant when he'd warned me, he would soon be entering my mouth.

He was still as my hips writhed. My body forced to adjust to the stretching of something in me. Pulling apart my walls and feeling my moistness. He swirled that finger in leisurely circles.

I hissed an indrawn breath through my teeth. Astounded at the sensations. Ripples of nerve endings came alive at the slightest movement of his finger. Making me feel like everything within me had bloomed into rivulets of pleasure.

"Be still." He whispered. Beginning to drag his finger out of me. Excruciating inch by excruciating inch. Then sliding it back in.

A moan rolled up my throat, from the place it felt the pleasure began. Pouring from between my lips and making him groan in response.

"You've a willing body. Your flesh wants to be taken. Your hole wants to be filled." He murmured thoughtfully. "Despite all the hissing of your viper tongue."

***

He became more aggressive as he touched me. Beginning to press into me hard enough that the chair legs objected beneath me. Scraping along the stone floor as he tugged my body toward him by slipping a finger into me.

"Killian!" I begged. Unsure I could take anymore. My grip on the chair becoming white knuckled in terror.

The chair rattled beneath me and suddenly I felt further expanding and realized he'd placed another finger inside me.

I could sense the excitement burning through him. The intensity of his movements as they became more aggressive and I realized he was close to unleashing his beast and mounting me there, bent over a chair.

In a desperate attempt to keep him from pressing something even larger between my legs, I whispered his name again. "Killian."

He paused.

"You said my mouth."

"I did." He rumbled. Sounding nearly pleased but hesitating as if he was torn.

"My mouth." I asserted a bit more strongly.

He caught the hardened bit of flesh resting along my collar with the heavy tip brushing between my breasts. He let it drag down my body until it was near my chin.

He stalled again and I could feel the tension in him as he struggled to gain fragments of control.

He wants to take me. To hurt me. I instinctively knew it.

***

My animal recognizing the desires of his.

He brushed his hard cock along my lips. Tracing their shape and fullness with the plush skin of his member.

I reflexively opened them, and he brushed the tip of him deeper along them. Then I felt the pressure of it along the top of my mouth and sliding further back until it reached my throat. Penetrating the tight cylinder.

I tensed. My arms flailing as I abruptly felt like I couldn't breathe.

But in less than a second, he was dragging that piece of himself back out of me. Pausing along the roof of my mouth before pressing in deep again.

I learned the motion.

The hypnotic in and out of him inside my mouth. Occasionally stretching the back of my throat. Making him give a long, pleased groan.

"You feel like velvet."

I gurgled slightly. My legs drawing up as he stayed in my throat a bit too long. Savoring the feel.

But seeing my discomfort, he was quick to withdraw again.

"Remember, Jade. I won't always be so kind. Once you've grown used to my body. I will just throw you down and have you when I wish it."

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