Page 11 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

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Alexa

I wake with a start.

The curtain from my sliding glass door billows in the chilly early morning wind.

Did I leave it open last night? No, I don’t think I did.

As I scan my room, a shiver runs down my spine, and it has nothing to do with the air rushing into my room.

I’m not alone.

I shriek when I see something from the corner of my eye, but the shadow is on me in seconds.

A warm palm covers my mouth, making it impossible to make any noise. The sweet and spicy scent of cologne hits me in waves and reminds me of who it is and the first time we met.

“Shhh, Little Lamb. It’s only me.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I say, muffled, as he still hasn’t removed his hand from my mouth.

This motherfucker is getting slapped with a restraining order for sure now.

He jumps on top of me, effectively caging me in with each strong thighs while squeezing my legs together and pinning me down with some of his weight. His other hand holds both of mine above my head, rendering me immobile while his face is mere inches from mine.

“I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’ll resort to harsher methods. Methods I’ll enjoy greatly, but you probably won’t. It’s entirely up to you.”

“Fuck you,” I try to say from behind his palm as I buck my hips in an attempt to throw him off. I’m not going by anyone’s rules, especially some stalker who broke into my fucking house.

He tsks before moving around. I pause and squint my eyes as I try to decipher his movements.

Fuck, I think he’s pulling something out of his pocket, but it’s hard to tell with how dark it is.

I open my mouth wide, stretching it to its limit, and sink my teeth into his hand with a powerful bite.

He comes back down with his face centimeters from mine. “By all means, bite me harder. I love the pain,” he says before licking the side of my neck and giving it a bite so hard that I’m sure it will leave a mark.

My mouth opens from the shock of the pain on a gasp. He takes the opportunity of my guard being down and removes his hand before shoving something in my mouth and flipping me over onto my stomach like a rag doll. I hear a click at the back of my head and still.

Holy fucking shit.

There’s a gag in my mouth.

He grabs both of my wrists in iron grips and places them palm down by my head before anchoring himself above me. He then pushes my hands into the mattress while rubbing his very hard cock back and forth against my ass.

As he shifts back slightly, a groan rumbles deep in his throat, expressing his delight.

“Did you wear this with me in mind?” he asks, pulling on the black satin sleep dress I bought yesterday. “You wanted me to come through your window. You wanted me to see you in this, didn’t you?”

I’m unsure what to say because, on some level, I pictured being touched like last night with this on. The buttery-soft material on the hanger gave me a zap of arousal right in my core. My thighs literally rubbed together in the middle of the boutique to ease some of my sexual tension.

He pulls the short dress up above my hips and groans again.

Shit.

“And no fucking panties. Was that meant for me, too? Hmm?”

I shake my head and moan as he drags his finger up and down my slit. Slowly. Teasingly. A featherlight touch.

I buck up against him, and I’m not sure if it’s to get him off me or to have him apply more pressure.

“Such a good girl for everyone else to see, but such a bad little lamb for me.” His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of satisfaction in his words.

I can’t help but let out a throaty moan as he continues with his torturous rhythm. Not giving me enough to push me over the edge of ecstasy but enough to push me to the edges of insanity.

“You’re so wet for me right now. You’re leaking out onto my fingers.”

“Please,” I groan against the gag.

“What was that?”

“Please,” I repeat.

His warm breath is right against my ear. “You want to play nice now?” He thrusts against my ass. “What about when you left me on read, baby?” Thrust. “Was that playing nice?” Thrust . “I don’t tolerate being ignored.” Thrust. “I’m going to need more than a please.” Thrust.

He’s driving me insane.

The rough fabric of his pants rubs against my ass with every thrust, adding a sting of friction to my cold, exposed skin. I will literally say anything at this point to get him to make me come. The thought is worrisome, but that’s how much he’s turning me on.

“I didn’t hear you, baby. What was that?” He laughs before changing our position.

His hard length pushes into my stomach as I’m face down, ass up in his lap.

My breathing becomes more erratic as warring unease and excitement surge through me.

“Looks like you need a lesson in what happens when you ignore me.” He lifts my night dress back up to my hips before caressing the globe of my ass cheek.

A light warmth covers my cheeks as I think about how exposed this position makes me.

I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on.

He rubs in a circle, first one cheek, then the other.

The motion is soothing and encompasses me in a calmness.

“You’ll count every strike. If you don’t, we’ll start again.”

“Count?” I ask through the gag, completely confused.

I turn back to look at him. “Eyes forward,” he says while grabbing ahold of the back of my neck and pushing me back down.

I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart as I wait for something to happen.

I’m shocked when I experience a whack followed by immense pain on my right ass cheek that radiates to my core and burns so good.

He tsks three times at me. “Looks like we’ll start again.”

Fuck, I forgot to count.

“One, please, one,” I shriek.

“Doesn’t count.”

How can he understand what I’m saying through this gag?

He runs the tip of his fingers on my skin, softly raising goose bumps in his wake and intensifying the burn.

He stops his caress and spanks me again. My body moves forward with the motion, and my eyes squeeze shut because of the pain and pleasure.

“One.”

“Good girl,” he whispers while rubbing my slit. His deep, praising voice creates a whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach, leaving me perplexed.

I always thought the good girl talk was cliché and overdone, but coming from him…

In quick succession, he spanks me four more times. Every one of those I count in hopes of hearing him call me a good girl again.

I would happily accept more to experience him saying those words again.

What the hell is he doing to me?

By the time I count to ten, I’m shaking.

Each smack is closer to my core and makes my clit throb in anticipation. If he would land just a little lower, I could cum. Though I think he knows that and doesn’t on purpose.

“You like that, baby? You like your ass nice and red from my hand?” He starts his featherlight touches again, which brings forth more goose bumps. “Only I can touch you like this. No one else will ever touch you the way I do.”

And then he smacks my center before inserting his thumb into my core and rubbing my clit with his other fingers.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as my back arches.

No one has ever touched me like this. It’s heaven and hell, and I never want it to stop.

I surrender to my senses. The way my core clenches around his digit with each thrust, the sweet burn taking over my body.

I’m drooling, and on the verge of an orgasm I’m unsure I’ll ever come back from.

His expert strokes are rough and demanding.

My muted moans fill the room and accompany his heavy breathing.

“Be a good girl and come.”

The second he murmurs those two words from his lips, I’m a goner.

My hips buck, and stars shoot behind my eyes as he relentlessly pumps his thumb into me until I can’t take any more.

He kisses my side. “You’re so beautiful when you come with my finger inside you.”

He helps me off his lap and tucks me back into bed. I barely sense him taking the gag from my mouth and kissing my forehead before sleep claims me.