The Cage (Book 2)

Taking Control

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Taking Control

I took a shaky breath, my hands braced against the firm plane of Schneider's chest. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, his heartbeat steady, unfazed. I, on the other hand, was anything but.

I didn't know where this boldness had come from -maybe from the way he looked at me like I was something to be devoured, or maybe it was the heat still licking at my skin from the way he had touched me earlier. Either way, I wanted this. Needed this. I wanted to see him come undone the way he so effortlessly did to me.

The only other time I'd ever done this, it had been forced upon me- a hated memory I would now erase and replace with love.

Swallowing down my nerves, I began to slide lower, my lips grazing his stomach, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath them. He shifted slightly, exhaling a slow breath as he eased back against the headboard, arms folding lazily behind his head.

"You're full of surprises tonight," he mused, voice like warm honey, thick with amusement.

I hesitated, my fingers trailing the sharp cut of his abs. This was new -uncharted territory- but the way his body reacted to my touch, the quiet patience in his gaze, urged me forward.

I let my hands drift lower until my cold digits brushed against him, and I felt more than heard the way his breath hitched, so slight I almost missed it. Almost.

His fingers combed through my hair, slow and deliberate, not forcing, just teasing.
I couldn't help but admire him, the way his cock stood proud and hard, already slick with my juices from earlier, veins pulsing beneath his skin. My eyes traced every inch of him, captivated by the raw power and the undeniable heat radiating from his body, making my mouth water in anticipation. And to think it had been inside me, rearranging my guts, only minutes ago stirred my own cock.

I let out a slow exhale, then leaned in-

My lips grazed the sensitive skin, and Schneider tensed, just a flicker of reaction, but I caught it. Emboldened, I pressed another kiss against the side of him, lingering.

I could feel him watching me, the weight of his gaze heavy, expectant, but not impatient. He was letting me take control-offering it up freely, which was something I hadn't expected from him.

It made my chest tighten.

Schneider chuckled, low and deep. "Having second thoughts?"

I glared up at him, but the effect was ruined by my own hesitation. His fingers skimmed my cheek, then drifted down, tracing the shell of my ear before tucking a strand of hair behind it. The tenderness of the touch sent a shiver down my spine.

"No," I murmured, voice steadier than I felt.

Schneider hummed, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, teasing it open. "Then don't be shy. Take what you want."

The words settled in my chest, something unlocking, something I didn't fully understand.
I swallowed hard, then lowered my head, letting my breath ghost over him before my lips finally parted.

The first touch was tentative, an experimental flick of my tongue over the sensitive head, tasting the salt of him. Schneider's breath hitched just a little, barely enough to be heard, but I felt it in the way his stomach tensed beneath my hands.

I did it again, this time slower, dragging my tongue along the slit, gathering the taste of him. Schneider exhaled a slow, measured breath, like he was forcing himself to stay still.

Good.

I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing lightly, feeling the sheer weight of him in my palm before I finally took him into my mouth.

The stretch was unfamiliar, foreign -but not unpleasant. I sank lower, my lips sealing around him, taking in as much as I could before I pulled back, hollowing my cheeks slightly as I sucked.

Schneider groaned. A real, unrestrained sound that sent a jolt of satisfaction through me.

His hand in my hair tightened, not forcing, just guiding. "Christ, Julian..."

Hearing my name on his lips like that, breathless and raw, sent heat pooling in my stomach.
I moved again, slowly, letting my tongue press against the underside of his shaft, memorizing the way he felt in my mouth. His thighs tensed beneath my hands, his abs flexing every time I took him deeper.

"Just like that," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck, stroking the soft hairs there. "You're doing so well."

The praise sent a shiver straight through me, and I couldn't hold back a low moan. The vibration made him curse, his hips jerking just a little.

I pulled back to catch my breath, my lips slick, my jaw aching slightly, but the way he was looking at me—his mismatched eyes dark with heat, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly—made the discomfort worth it.

Schneider smirked, lazy and indulgent. "Careful. You keep making those sounds, and this won't last long."

The challenge sparked something in me.

I took him back in, deeper this time, letting my tongue trace every ridge, every vein, letting myself get lost in the heat of him, in the weight of his pleasure.

Schneider groaned, low and wrecked, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Fuck."

His control was slipping, I could feel it. He wasn't fully relaxed against the headboard anymore. His arms had moved, his hands gripping my hair, his thighs tensing, his breath coming quicker.

I pushed him further, bobbing my head with more confidence now, my fingers squeezing at the base, twisting slightly in tandem with my mouth. His hips lifted off the bed, just a fraction, and the sound he made, deep, guttural, almost desperate, sent a rush of heat straight between my legs.

"Julian..." His voice was strained now, rough around the edges, his control splintering.

I didn't stop.

I sucked harder, my tongue swirling, my movements relentless, until his entire body shuddered beneath me, his fingers tightening against my scalp, his breath hitching-

Then he broke.

Schneider's head fell back, his throat bobbing with a ragged groan as he spilled into my mouth. The rush of warmth hit my tongue hard, thick and unfamiliar. My throat worked instinctively, but I wasn't prepared for how much there was, how it coated my tongue, salty and slick. Some of it slipped past my lips before I could swallow, dribbling down my chin in a thin, pearly trail.

I gasped around him, throat bobbing as I tried to swallow the rest, my cheeks burning. My fingers tightened at the base of his cock, my mouth still wrapped around the sensitive tip as I fought not to cough.

Schneider's gaze dropped to my lips, dark and intent. A slow smirk curved his mouth, and his thumb swept over my chin, collecting the mess. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, voice still deepened by desire.

I shivered at his tone, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I finally pulled back, licking my lips. My face was flushed, my body buzzing with heat and something heady, something new.

Schneider watched me, eyes hooded, his usual arrogance softened by the haze of pleasure. Then he reached for me, fingers curling around my arm as he pulled me up onto his lap.

"My turn," he whispered against my ear, flipping me onto my back.

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