At His Command

Extortion

Dinner is silent—or at least it feels that way. The conversation between my mother and Eric fades into the background as I pick at my meal. I can feel Jace's eyes on me the entire time, and I brace myself for him to make a scene, embarrassing me in front of my mother and Eric.

But he doesn't.

To avoid giving him the chance, I quickly announce that I have unpacking to do, though I only have a small box or two left. However, with the wedding planning in full swing, no one questions it.

As I head towards the door, Jace excuses himself as well, and my heart starts to race. When I hear his footsteps echoing behind me, I quicken my pace.

As his footsteps grow faster, I break into a run towards my room. I reach the door, open it, and try to close it behind me, but his foot wedges in the way.

He grins mischievously as he pushes past me and locks the door behind him. I gulp, retreating towards the bed.

"What do you want?"

Jace grins darkly, his eyes roaming my figure until they land on my breasts.

"I want you to feed me."

"W-what? I gasp in disbelief.

"I. Want. You. To. Feed. Me." He slowly repeats every word as he steps closer to me.

I shake my head.

"N-no! What are you saying? That's weird—I can't." My words fall into a gasp as he presses his body against mine and holds my hands up high.

"You will feed me," he says in my ear. "Or I will tell everyone your secret. Everyone."

Tears pool in my eyes.

He cannot possibly be that cruel.

"So," he says as he traces his nose down my cheek. "What's it going to be? I'm giving you the choice."

I close my eyes as his face traces lower and lower until it reaches my breasts. He teasingly pulls at the hem with his teeth before looking up at me.

I don't want to feed him my milk, but the thought of it seems far less bad than everyone finding out my secret and being bullied wherever I go.

I'll be called a freak.

I finally nod in defeat.

He smirks darkly, not being gentle, as he hastily pulls my top down, and my large double D breasts bounce as they fall in front of his face.

His eyes widen as he stares at them.

I don't have time to think as he quickly leans down to wrap his wet mouth around my nipple.

The feeling is surprisingly pleasurable, unlike anything I'd ever imagined.

I let out a strangled cry as he begins to suckle, his hot mouth wrapping around my swollen nipple. I feel a rush of embarrassment and shame, but also a growing sense of relief as my milk begins to flow freely into his mouth.

The sounds of him slurping and sucking echo in the room. His hands roam over my body, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him, so we're flushed against each other. I feel his left hand squeeze my other breast, causing a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure.

Despite myself, my breathing becomes ragged as he works his magic on my sensitive nipple.

He groans in approval, smirking up at me as he looks up from my breast for a moment. I can't believe this is happening. My mind is reeling with conflicting sensations and emotions. I want to push him away, but I just can't. Not with the threat hanging over my head. Not to mention, this felt ten times better than pumping, and the relief was immediate.

As he continues to drink my milk, his free hand trails down my stomach.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You taste so fucking good."

With both hands, he grabs my round, heavy breast and squeezes it so more milk will flow out.

"Ohh!" I gasp at the sudden pain mixed with pleasure that shoots through me as he squeezes my breast harder and harder while tugging my nipple with his teeth further into his mouth.

With each tug, he swirls his tongue around the tip, flicking it and sucking harder as if trying to get every last drop of milk from it.

"Ahhh," I wince.

When he finishes all I have to give, he grins darkly as he wipes the milk from his lips with his thumb.

"You will feed me at my command. Is that clear?"

Tears fall as I stare at him in anger.

"I hate you," I spit out.

He chuckles, smirking, as he walks out the door.