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Shit, where’s all my stuff? The thought is a somewhat welcome distraction. The last time I saw my backpack with my purse and my sketchpad and pencils was when Zep put them in the saddle bag on his bike. I deliberately don’t have a cell phone; one less way for my aunt and uncle to keep track of me. I really hope today is not the day I have a reason to regret that decision.
The water stops and my mind goes straight back to my groin. Great. A moment later Zep appears, a towel wrapped around his waist. Oh. My. God. My mouth falls open as those butterflies go to town in my belly again. My heart beats between my ears, blocking any other noise.
My eyes focus on his chest, the drop to the towel again. When I look up, Zep’s eyes are smouldering and he steps toward me. I’m breathing hard, my own desire going into overdrive. He runs a finger along my jaw and over my collarbone until he reaches the gold crucifix I forgot is hanging around my neck.
“Is this important to you?”
I shake my head, unable to make words form.
With one hard yank, the chain breaks and he pulls the crucifix from my body. “Then you shouldn’t wear it.”
Chapter 4
As the chain breaks, something inside of me jolts back to life. For the past three years I’ve existed in a void; going through the motions of living but barely cognisant to it. Aunt Trudy gave me the crucifix the morning of my parents’ funeral and I’d accepted it as a token of support rather than the prison it would come to represent. Zep has opened that cage in one decisive moment. And I am ready to break free.
I rise to my feet and place my hand on his. He is still holding the chain and the look on his face is one of curiosity and a certain watchfulness. In this moment I know Zep will never hurt me. In this compound I am completely at his mercy and yet he has only been a gentleman. I wonder if he is like that all the time. I hope not.
I keep my eyes on his and smile, my fingers working the chain and crucifix free from his hand. He lets it go without any resistance. We stand so close that only a breath separates our bodies. With my eyes locked on his, I toss the chain to the side.
Every nerve ending is on fire and I’m aching to feel his hands on my body. I want to stretch onto my toes and brush my lips against his, but Zep still has that curious expression on his face. Am I the only one feeling this intense need? My core clenches and I know my knickers are growing wetter by the second.
Just as I’m about to take matters into my own hands, Zep tangles his fingers into my hair, holding the nape of my neck. My breath catches and he smirks. I become aware of the bulge beneath his towel and instinctively my hips push forward and our bodies connect. Now I stretch up to capture his lips with mine; a groan escapes as our mouths meld and I don’t know if it came from me or him.
His hand slips from the back of my neck to my throat; his grip is gentle. Molten lust explodes inside me and I push against his hand, willing him to tighten his hold. His tongue runs along his bottom lip as he tilts his head; a question in his eyes.
“Felix,” he growls.
I shake my head, not understanding.
“The safe word,” he explains. “Do you know what that is?”
Comprehension brings a fresh wave of desire. I nod.
“If this is what you want, say Felix.”
I’ve never wanted anything more. “Felix.”
“Good.” He lets go of my throat and steps back. “Take your clothes off.”
I swear I can see the flames of hell dancing in his eyes as I do as I’m told, wanting this dance with him. Zep looks me up and down as though I’m his next meal and I respond by pulling my shoulders back, and pushing my chest out. He pushes me back so I fall onto the bed and drops the towel. His cock stands at attention, looking dangerous. My legs fall open with an invitation to plunder and destroy.
“Not so fast, little girl.” He kneels before me on the bed and I thrust my hips forward, desperate to feel him inside me. “You’re playing in my world now, by my rules.”
His words awaken a fire inside and I swear I’m ready to come here and now.
He runs his hands down my inner thighs, his thumbs pressing hard enough to make me gasp. I watch him as he holds my legs far apart, assessing my pussy. I can’t move my hips because his grip is so firm. He leans in and inhales my scent. I whimper, feeling manic for his touch.
Finally, he looks up again, our eyes locking. He begins to descend between my legs, his head moving towards my pussy. My breathing is raw and shallow. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to fuck this man right now.
His eyes are still trained on mine as he hovers just above my soft curls; his breath is warm against my open folds.
“Please,” I beg. Right now, I would sell my soul to the devil to feel Zep’s mouth working my clit.
A chuckle echoes through my body and I can’t be sure it isn’t the devil answering my plea as Zep’s tongue runs the length of my wet and wanting slit. The sound I make is strangled, primal. He licks me up and down, his tongue working from my ass to my pussy, over and over. I grasp the sheets, trying to anchor myself.
His tongue plunges inside me with fast, hot jabs and I cry out in rapture. My hips are still locked in place, rendering me incapable of helping bring about the climax I’m craving. I clench my inner walls, trying to drag Zep’s tongue in deeper. He responds by withdrawing and I want to sob in protest.
He raises his head and slowly licks his lips.Fuck.I can’t take this anymore. I reach between my legs but he grabs me before I can touch myself.
