At His Command

His Command

My heart races as my eyes land on Jace's figure. He sits in my desk chair, glaring at me as he toys with a pocket knife.

My knees buckle in fright when I see the weapon in his hand.

"Shhh, don't scream. I don't want to hurt you any more than you deserve."

I shake my head frantically.

He grins wickedly as he stands and comes my way.

I close my eyes as he leans to sniff my neck and then slowly trails his lips down to my breasts.

He groans.

"Fuck, Katie." He trails his tongue from my cleavage up to my neck. "I've been so hungry. I just wanted to drink my milk."

He sighs as he pulls away and points the pocket knife in my direction.

"And now I have to punish you."

I frantically shake my head.

"N-no, please."

He pouts mockingly, bringing the knife to his lips.

"You know what? I'm going to let this time slide. Just because it was your first day, and now you know I'm serious."

I nod frantically, sighing in relief when he tucks his knife back into his pocket.

"Now, you are to answer every text. Is that clear?"

I nod.

"You are to feed me whenever I want; is that clear?"

Tears brim in my eyes as I nod yet again.

He grins wickedly before clapping.

"Great! Now come with me."

"W-what?"

"You're sleeping in my room tonight."

"W-what? Why?"

He smirks.

"Because I feel like falling asleep as I drink my milk."

I gasp at his words.

"Don't act like you don't want it. Look at your tits, Katie. They look like they're about to burst," he smirks as he corners me against the wall. "You need me to empty your tits."

I shake my head as he pins his body against mine and gasp when I feel his hard erection against my thigh.

"Say you need me, Katie."

I gulp.

"That's an order."

"I-I need you, Jace," I squeak, my cheeks burning.

He smirks. "For what? Say it."

"I need you to drink my milk."

He growls in approval, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me down the hall to his room.

Inside, he throws me into the bed.

"Take off your top."

My fingers tremble as I follow his command.

He smirks, taking off his clothes until he is only in his briefs. He then lays down with his arms crossed above his head.

"Feed me," he orders without moving.

My cheeks burn in shame as I let out a shaky breath and slowly lower myself onto him, my hands on his chest for support as I lean down to offer my breast to him.

The feeling of his skin against mine sends a shiver through my body, and I try not to think about the increasing heat between my legs.

His rough hands cup my breasts, supporting them as I begin to let out my milk under the pressure.

I hiss when he brings his lips to my hardened bud and tugs before sucking it with force.

The warmth of his mouth around my nipple sends a wave of pleasure through me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. His tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, teasing it and tugging gently, even as he sucks harder on it.

My other breast aches for attention, but he only gives his full attention to the one.

The sound of his loud slurps fills the room as he drinks greedily from me, and I can't help but watch his Adam's apple bob up and down with each swallow. It feels so wrong, yet so good at the same time.

I try not to think about that, focusing on the sensation instead. The room is dimly lit, casting a dark glow over his skin, making him look even more powerful and dominant despite our position.

He groans softly after each sip, his eyes closing in pleasure, and I can't help but feel a flood of emotions course through me. It's strange how being used like this makes me feel both dirty and wanted at the same time.

When he finally finishes with one breast, he releases it with a satisfied sigh and raises his head to look at me. His eyes flicker between my eyes and my exposed chest, still leaking milk. He reaches up with one hand to roughly palm my other breast, squeezing it, and then brings it to his lips.

"Ohh!" I can't help but moan in relief.

"Mmmm..." he hums, his tongue darting out and tasting the milk that slowly drips from his chin. His free hand reaches down to cup my sex, his fingers pressing lightly against the slit of my pussy. I gasp in shock.

"So sweet," he murmurs against my breast, his voice a rough whisper. He tilts his head back and sucks harder on my nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth while his hand massages my clit, blending the sensations together.

"Ohh!" I moan at the intense mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

The room seems to spin as my body responds to his touch and suction.

I can feel every ridge and groove of his tongue against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. He does not stop drinking. I can't help moaning softly at how good it feels as he touches my wet pussy while he drinks.

He turns me to the side, touching me, sucking, and drinking until eventually his eyes close.

I don't know what to do. Hoping he won't wake, I put my top back on and make my way back to my room, reason finally setting in.

This can't happen again.