The weight of his hand on my throat nearly made me smile. I wasn't supposed to smile. Fear was what he was after, but he simply didn't evoke that from me.
I trusted him.
He guided me back against the wall beside my bedroom, his grip firm and gait steady. An attempt at stoicism was made, but one corner of his lips curved upward, and his eyes seemed full of lust as he held my gaze and tightened his hand.
My fingers were on his wrist; I should've been pulling it, feigning fear for him, but I couldn't manage it. I was exactly where I wanted to be. That's okay, though. He wasn't supposed to be here for a few more days. We were only supposed to have a weekend, not an entire week together. Not long enough to get attached beyond the physical. That's what we'd agreed to. And he changed that on me, so I could change this on him. Fair's fair.
His thumb caressed the side of my neck, and I bit my lip as his eyes took me in. I didn't think it would take the full week for me to get attached. The promised weekend would've sufficed, I was certain of it.
"Aren't you scared?" he asked. His voice was deep, enunciation clear. He'd mentioned schooling in England despite being a second-generation American, and I could hear that in his accent. It was so slight, but alluring.
"No." I sounded more confident than I'd expected to under the circumstances. I should've been scared. We hadn't interacted in person before. He was strong, surprisingly so, but there was comfort in how he pulled his strength with me. That restraint had been evident from the moment his palm lay against the front of my neck.
His gaze lowered to my throat-which pulsed with my increasing heart rate-then fell along my chest. His grip tightened, and my cheeks flushed.
He wasn't choking me. Though his grip was firm, it was calculated as a means of control, not harm.
"Do you want to be afraid of me?" he asked as his gaze caught mine again.
I nodded as best I could; the movement was stifled with his hand wrapping my throat.
The soft light behind him made his features seem darker than they were, a little sinister. Extremely attractive with his somewhat wavy, short, dark brown hair and equally dark emotive eyes. He was well-built. Lithe but not weak. Muscular and tall. Exquisite in the way his blazer fit him perfectly. The band T-shirt beneath was snug across his chest, black jeans perfectly tailored to suit his shape and height, falling lightly over his black leather shoes. Tailored jeans; he clearly had more money than I did.
I lifted my chin, letting the light catch my eyes, "Make me afraid, Raj."
He closed his eyes, and the smile he'd been straining to conceal broke free. "You have such a pleasing way of saying that."
"Raj?" I intentionally added a breathy tone to his nickname, and his eyes opened, lifting to meet my gaze.
"Pernicious desires shouldn't be encouraged, Katie."
I smiled and trailed my fingers along his forearm as I arched my eyebrow and said, "Do you want to harm me?"
His hand tightened on my neck, causing an ache within me. "I want to hurt you, slowly. Over time. In a way that you won't even notice. In a way you won't always enjoy." He moved closer to me. His other hand trailed over my body and lingered at my breast, my thin silk blouse the only barrier between us. "Would you like that?"
I didn't really understand what he meant. How would I not notice? I was sure I would enjoy it; I'd enjoyed everything so far. The depth of his voice, the heft of his touch, and the warmth of his breath on my skin all worked together to force a tingle through my body. I just nodded, and he leaned forward before pressing his lips to my neck, just below my ear. It was a gentle kiss, light; the flick of his tongue on my skin between his parted lips gave me a chill, causing my nipples to harden beneath the soft fabric covering them.
His fingers trailed along the swell of my breast, slowing at my nipple. He traced his thumb around then over me, pressing a little more firmly across my nipple as he raked his teeth along my neck and lowered his grip on me. His palm lay against my collarbone, but his fingers still curled around my slender neck, rubbing and caressing as he bit down and evoked a moan from me.
He pulled back and smiled before again his mouth was on my neck, and I felt him bite harder. I brought my hands to his wrist, holding onto him as my legs trembled and my breath caught. My head instinctively tipped to the side, giving him better access to bite and kiss along the sensitive line he'd found.
It was impossible not to whine as he pulled his teeth from me. His body pressed to mine, pushing me against the wall, his palms firmly slid over me as his lips locked onto me. I returned his kiss with a greedy need; in my head, I allowed him the kiss, I encouraged it. But the reality was he stole it. Whether I wanted that kiss or not, he would've taken it from me, and that was evident in the force behind it.
I whimpered, my pulse quickening, and his hand slid up my inner thigh beneath the short wool skirt I wore. While I wanted to pull out of the kiss, he held me against the wall with his body. His head tilted slightly. The pressure behind his lips forced my head against the wall. It wasn't comfortable, but I knew myself held. I liked it.
There was no seeking consent. No questioning if he should stop. His fingers played over my vulva, his middle finger slipping down the center, a single rough stroke across my clit, then pushed forward until his invading digit was inside of me. My hips moved toward him, and his knee lifted between my thighs, forcing my legs open just a little wider for him.
He groaned, it was breathy and exuded a sense of pleasure, then continued the deep kiss he'd trapped me in. My hands moved from his wrist to shoulders, half-pushing him back to relieve the pressure on my lips and half-caressing along his sturdy body.
After only a few strokes, he added another finger to me, and I shuddered; my hands gripped his shoulders for support and my knees practically buckled. A whimper, a whine, a gasp forced against his mouth as he moved quick and hard inside of me. The evidence of my arousal was audible to both of us.
Then his thumb circled my clit, and my hands moved quickly down to his wrist, trying to push him away from me before he got me off. It made him more insistent. His gaze was intense as he pulled back and watched me.
My brow arched, drawing together as I gasped. He wasn't smiling. More like observing my reaction to his aggression. The flush of my cheeks and neck must've been clearly evident, as the heat threatened to overwhelm me. His fingers slowed, "Are you going to come for me, Katie? Already?"
I tried to fight it, but his thumb was so lightly caressing my clit as his fingers rubbed and pushed along my inner wall, slower but firmly. How did I answer his question when I didn't know the answer? I felt like I might, but I also thought that if I said that, he would stop, and I didn't want him to stop.
His thumb slowed too, and I moaned, then forced myself to respond, "Maybe? I don't know... Yes? Please?"
As I feared, his hand stopped and pulled away from me. Dammit, I should've said no. My hand tightened on his wrist, trying to hold him to me, but he easily twisted loose. His movement was casual as he brought his other hand up to my cheek, "Tell me I can have you however I want," he said as his fingertips stroked along my skin before slipping into my hair and tightening into a painful fist.
"Raj," I whined. He pulled my hair a little rougher, making me wince as he smiled. "Yes. Yes, you can have me however you want. Please have me however you want!"
"Unfasten my jeans." His eyes easily held my gaze as I fumbled, reaching and feeling for his waistband without looking. His jeans opened easily, and he groaned as my hand barely grazed against him. "Take my cock out."
