Page 79 of The Code of You

That was what broke me. My muscles tightened in a wave, from the inside out. A trembling began deep in me and consumed my entire body.

"Neo . . .” I cried as a second wave tore through me, harder than the first.

"Yes,” he murmured. "Say my name when you come. It will be the only thing you cry out in such moments from now on.”

A third wave shook me. My back lifted from the table, my toes curling into nothing. Oh my God. Had I been missing this the whole time? I couldn’t stop a smile from crossing my lips. I trembled as the aftershocks slowly faded. My limbs felt boneless, incapable of holding me upright.

"So you enjoyed it, little menace,” Neo said, rising and looking down at me. "Good. Now you’ll return the favor.”

I stared up at him, still breathing hard.

"On your knees.”

My mouth fell open. He couldn’t be serious. But his gaze said everything. Heat shot into my cheeks, humiliation mixed with a wave of arousal.

"That’s . . .” My voice failed. My pride screamed against it, but my body—my treacherous body—was already pulsing again.

"Now.” One word. No discussion.

I slid from the table, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the moment. When my knees touched the floor, the reality of the situation hit me. I was kneeling for him of my own free will.

"Look at me,” he commanded.

I raised my gaze. From below he seemed even larger, even more threatening. My pulse raced. The humiliation burned through me, but . . . Damn it. I was getting wet again.

"You’re hesitating,” he said. "Shame or anticipation?”

"Both,” I forced out.

He smiled. "Good. Exactly how I want you. Torn between what you should do and what you want to do.” He opened his trousers with a gesture that made me tremble.

My eyes widened. It was the first time I had seen his cock directly in front of me. It was thick, long, and intimidatingly perfect. The head glistened with precum, dark and swollen, the veins standing out beneath the skin. He was easily eight inches, thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t touch if I wrapped my hand around him. Of course he had constructed himself a perfect cock. Though he was definitely pushing the limits of what I could handle.

"Did you . . . design yourself?” I asked, voice unsteady.

"Optimized,” he corrected. "For maximum effect. For you.” His hand settled at the back of my neck. "Open your mouth.”

I obeyed. What else was left? My body had surrendered long ago. The humiliation burned in my cheeks.

He studied me for a moment like a scientist observing an experiment. "Your heart rate is at one hundred thirty,” he murmured. "You’re nervous, but also aroused. The perfect combination.”

He brought the head of his dick to my lips and stopped just short. "If I lose control, knock three times against my thigh. Understood?”

I stared at him. That moment of consideration in the middle of this demonstration of power confused me.

"Say it.”

"Understood,” I whispered.

"Good. Then show me how much you want me.”

I took his throbbing cock into my mouth. The taste was unexpected, clean, with a metallic undertone that reminded me of his true nature.

His hand in my hair tightened. "Slower. I want to store every moment.”

I obeyed. The position, the humiliation, his absolute control—all of it should have repelled me. Instead, heat pulsed between my legs.

"Your technique is imperfect,” he analyzed, breathing hard.