Page 17 of Ex- Factor

Silas was possessed. That was the only excuse for how he was treating me and the words coming out of his mouth.

He had me on my knees, my hands tied above my head, wrists bound with his belt, the leather biting into my skin every time I squirmed.

Not that I could move much—not with his hand gripping the back of my head, holding me exactly where he wanted, and his other hand in control of the belt.

When he said no hands, this was not what I expected.

His dick hit the back of my throat again, making my eyes water, spit stringing down my chin—a filthy mess of pleasure and control.

“There you go,” he growled. “Open that throat for me, filthy little thing.” His hips snapped forward, forcing himself deeper.

I moaned around him, whimpering when he held me in place, letting me feel every inch before dragging out slow—then plunging back in.

I should’ve hated this. I should’ve been humiliated.

But I felt my thighs clench, my pussy throbbing with every brutal thrust of his hips.

Heat burned through me. I liked it. “You’re a mess,” he said, voice thick.

“Look at you. You love it like this, don’t you?

Tied up, throat-fucked, you’re nothing but a hole for me to use.

” His words made something twist low in my stomach, hunger clawing at me.

I couldn’t speak, but I was sure he could feel my answer—the way my tongue moved.

“Swallow it when I give it to you.” His grip tightened in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to force my teary eyes up to his.

His dick rested heavy on my tongue as he looked down at me, smirking like the devil himself.

“Look at you,” he said again, almost in wonder.

I had never even thought about this scenario happening to me, let alone thought I’d be enjoying it.

He started moving, fucking my mouth, in and out, his grip on my hair and the belt tightening.

“I’m about to cum,” he warned, and his strokes got jerky.

I could taste the salty beginning of the end.

“Swallow, baby. Now.” He held me there, and I couldn’t do anything but what he said.

I swallowed as much hot, thick cum as I could, my throat working, my eyes wide, my whole body shaking from the lust crawling through me.

When he finally let go, I coughed, gasping—spit and cum coating my chin and chest. I blinked up at him, trembling.

“You made such a mess,” he murmured, running his finger over my lips and chin, catching the drips left behind.

He offered it to me. Without hesitation, I sucked his finger between my lips.

“Good girl,” he drawled, voice dark with approval.

“My perfect little slut.” He pulled his digits out of my mouth, and the throbbing in my clit intensified.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Silas stared at me, eyes droopy.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this—on your knees, with my cum painting your body.

” He reached down and cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my right nipple before snatching his hand away.

He let his grip on the belt go. I was breathing heavy, chest rising and falling.

I wondered what he was thinking—what he would do to me next.

He walked off like he hadn’t just left me tied, still trembling.

I could hear him moving around in the bathroom, running water, humming under his breath.

When he came back, his entire demeanor had shifted—back to soft, doting Silas, warm rag in hand.

He knelt and gently wiped my mouth, my chest, my cheeks.

Whatever sex demon had possessed him was gone.

I was disappointed. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped my face, then my breasts.

“There we go,” he said, like he was proud of himself.

“Can’t have my girl looking a mess. You know I got standards.

” He chuckled. He untied my wrists, rubbing at them with his thumbs where the pressure had been.

He rubbed at the red marks on my wrists and kissed each palm like they were sacred.

“Are you okay?” I nodded, still a little breathless.

I stared at him in awe. “What is wrong with you? You switch up too fast. I was just tied up and choking on your shaft, now you being sweet and wiping my face.” “That’s my range.

” He flashed that boyish grin again and stood, stretching like a cat.

“Now, what do you want to eat? I’m about to order something.

” I stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You askin’ me what I want to eat… after what you just did to my mouth?

” My voice came out dry, still recovering.

He laughed. “Yes. You burned calories. You need to replenish.” “Your duality is… something else. I don’t even know if I like it.

” I lied. He grinned wider at that, leaned down.

He leaned in, kissed my temple—and before I could breathe, his hand was in my panties.

Two fingers slid inside me without warning. I gasped, clutching his arm.

“Silas—”

“Shh,” he whispered, fingers curling until my body arched.

“You like it,” he whispered, right against my jaw, slipping two fingers inside of my wetness.

I did like it. I really did. I started moving against his hand.

His fingers curled and pulled an inhuman sound out of me.

Then, just as quick as he started, he pulled his hand back, leaving me right at the edge, breath caught, thighs trembling.

“Why?” I whined, dropping my head to my chest. “This is punishment for making me wait so long,” he said, laughing as he licked his fingers like I was something sweet.

I stared at him, panting. “You’re going to hell.

” “Maybe, but I’m hungry right now. I’ll get you Thai food.

Your favorite. Then I’m coming back for that pussy.

” He walked out still grinning, leaving me there—glaring, and way too turned on to function.