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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Skylar

I don’t know what I expected when I woke up, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Cassius?” I breathe, looking around what used to be our living room. “What is all of this?”

Cassius stands in the center of our living room, surrounded by what I can only call a spa. There’s a foot bath, chocolate-covered strawberries, and champagne. In his hand are fuzzy slippers and an even fuzzier pink robe.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he says, stepping forward to peck my forehead. “Since we’re both off today, I thought we could do something special.”

I shake my head even as I accept the robe. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yeah, I did. Let’s get these clothes off,” he insists, helping me strip down to nothing so I can put on the robe. “A perfect boyfriend should spoil you every now and then. Consider this an example of what a real partner should do when you’re stressed.”

I huff as he guides my feet into the slippers. “I’m not stressed.”

“You’ve been talking in your sleep,” he deadpans, leading me to the foot bath. “You’ve been picking up extra shifts, and it’s getting to you. Don’t think I don’t know why.”

I nibble my bottom lip innocently, but Cassius is too smart to be fooled. So what that I’ve been working more to help Max out? The poor little Bambi is still lost. He needs some guidance, and while Rhys is great, he’s not exactly the most patient. “I’m just trying to help.”

“You help everyone, and that’s something I love about you,” he says with a warm smile. “Now, let me take care of you.”

Even though I want to resist, when he places my feet in the warm foot bath, I sigh happily. “Okay. Only for a little bit.”

He smirks. “Of course.”

But I guess a little bit turns into forever. Cassius spends hours pampering me. He starts with a foot massage and a pedicure, which he’s surprisingly good at. After that, it’s a lavender tea tree oil face mask, accompanied by hand-fed strawberries and cucumbers to cover my eyes. I feel so at ease with the incense burning around me and the soft music he plays in the background. We don’t speak, not much anyways, because he’s letting me enjoy the silence of it all.

My mind normally isn’t this silent.

After a while, however, I become restless. He’s massaging my calves, digging lotion into my skin, and it makes my cock stiffen under the robe. I start to squirm and soft moans escape me. When I look down, he raises an eyebrow as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. He definitely knows what I’m thinking about.

“How do you feel?” he asks. It’s supposed to be an innocent question, but the heat in his eyes betrays him. “Good?”

“Cassy,” I whine, arching my back as his hands wander farther up until they’re ghosting the inside of my thigh. “Today has been perfect, but?—”

“But my sunshine needs something more, doesn’t he?” Digging his fingers into my skin, he uses his grip to part my legs. “How can I make you feel good?”

I’m not normally bashful, but I feel so small right now. Cassius is like a god at my feet, and I’m nothing but a mere mortal who’s lucky to be graced by his presence. I’m at a loss for words as he starts peppering the inside of my thigh with kisses, dragging his tongue up until it reaches the sensitive spot next to my hardening cock.

“If you want something, you have to ask,” he murmurs. I gasp when his hand wraps loosely around my cock. “That’s it. Why don’t you tell me what you need?”

Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I throw my head back with a sigh. I know what I want—the one thing I’ve been thinking about for weeks—but I’ve been too afraid to ask. While we’ve been messing around, it’s been limited to blowjobs and jack-off sessions. He ate me out the other day, teasing me with his fingers in my ass, but didn’t go any further.

What I want…

“Tell me,” he demands, gruffer this time, almost with a commanding edge to his voice. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“I…” I slowly untie the robe, parting it to reveal my cock and my bare chest. “I want you to fuck me, Cassy.”

The very fantasy consumes me. Cassius has been rough, dominant, and everything I never knew I needed. He takes care of me by giving me what I want—the light pain, the degradation, the lack of control—and when we fuck, I know it’ll be incredible.

“Tell me more,” he whispers, rising on his knees, his hands on either one of my thighs, his thumbs mere inches away from my dick. “You want my hard cock in that sweet little pussy?”

I nod shakily, my chest already rising in rapid bursts as he drags the flat of his tongue up my leaking cock. “Y-Yes.”

“Come here.” Gripping my hips, he drags me until my ass is hanging off the edge of the couch. “Got to taste you first. If you want me to fuck you, we have to get you ready.”

“Yes, please,” I beg. My breath hitches, and I squeal in shock when he forces my feet onto his shoulders, parts my cheeks, and attacks my hole. “ Fuuuuck .”

He hums as his tongue assaults my entrance. I feel him everywhere. The sensitive nerves light up with electrifying sparks and forces my toes to curl as I soften for him. He takes no mercy, and it’s downright dirty, the sucking, slurping, and groaning. He goes as far as to stiffen his tongue and shove it in my hole, tasting me from the inside, and it makes another burst of precum dribble from the tip of my cock.

“Your pussy is everything,” he rasps, reaching for the lube we keep in one of the end tables. He slicks up his fingers and poises two at my entrance. “Think you can take a few at once?”

“Anything for you,” I pant, then bare down as his fingers slip in. The sting is there, and it’s mildly uncomfortable, but it fades as soon as his mouth engulfs my cock. “C-Cass, that’s so good.”

There’s a sound of acknowledgement that comes from him, but he’s too busy deepthroating me to respond. It’s embarrassing how quickly I’m reaching my peak, especially when he adds two more fingers in one go. I’m so close, right at the edge, ready to?—

“Hey!” I whine, pouting as he simultaneously pops off my cock and removes his fingers. “I was so close.”

Chuckling darkly, he crawls until he’s hovering over my body, his weight pressing against me. “I want to torture you, Skylar. I don’t want you coming until you’re a crying, begging mess. I control you and your pleasure, don’t I?”

Fuck me, he’s so hot. This is exactly what I was talking about. He takes what he wants, demands the most from me, and he cares for me in a way that’s dirty and primal. In the way only I can handle and he can give.

With a gulp, I pull my legs back until they’re pressed against my chest, bending for him, fully exposed. I know I can trust him with everything, even with the filthiest thoughts in my head. “Fuck me up, Cassy.” I’m trembling as he frees his cock and settles in against my entrance.

“Condoms?” he asks, his barely controlled breaths making his chest shudder. “Do we want condoms?”

I shake my head, horrified at the thought of not feeling every single inch of him. “I got tested after my breakup. I’m negative.”

“And I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. “I’m negative too.”

Good. Like I said, I want nothing keeping us apart. Feeling impatient, I pull my legs farther back until they ache, letting him know I’m ready. “Use me. Fuck me like a toy. Make me cry.”

He growls and nods, his blue eyes so far away as they lock onto my entrance. “Oh, I’ll fucking make you cry. I’ll break you apart and put you back together again. You know why?”

I suck in a deep breath. “Why?”

“Because you fucking belong to me.”

With that, he takes me with one brutal thrust, splitting me open, and I scream .

“Yes!” I shout, holding on to his shoulders as he starts a relentless pace. There’s no grace about this, barely any love, nothing that even hints at the tenderness he feels for me. He’s an animal, brutal and unforgiving, and I’m the dirty slut he gets to breed.

I fucking love it.

“This pussy was meant for my cock, wasn’t it?” he roars. He braces his hands over my head on the top of the couch, giving himself the perfect leverage to fuck me until I feel him in my throat. There’s something so filthy about him being fully clothed and me being stark naked. It makes me feel so insignificant, like he’s taking advantage of what’s in front of him, claiming what belongs to him.

And at this moment, the only thing I want to do is please him.

“Talk, sunshine,” he commands, wrapping one hand around my throat. “Open that pretty mouth and be nasty for me. Let me know what you want.”

Even though my face heats, I can’t disobey him. I’m physically incapable of doing so. Because of that, the raunchiest words spill from my lips. Fantasies I’ve never indulged. Kinks I never imagined I would have. “I want to be marked by you.”

Raising a cruel eyebrow, he grins. “Like this?”

He spits on my face, and I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “More. I need more than that.”

“You want to be marked?” he questions. “You get my spit, my cum. What is it you want, sunshine? Want me to piss inside this sloppy pussy?”

“Oh, fuck me,” I moan and reach for my cock. “One day, please. Yes. I want that.” A thought pops into my head. He’s done it before, but I’m not too sure he’d want to again. I’m jacking myself as hard as I can, I’m so close to my limit, but I need something else. “Slap me, Cass. Fucking slap me.”

There’s only a split second of hesitation in his eyes until his hand connects with my cheek. It’s not nearly as strong as I figure he can hit, but it’s enough to set me off. With a loud wail, I start coming. It covers my stomach and jets so forcefully I can feel it hit my chin.

“Gonna come inside you, Skylar,” he growls, squeezing my throat just a bit harder. “Fuck, Skylar. This perfect pussy is going to make me blow. Scream my name. Beg me for it.”

I’m beyond myself with lust. I’m in a daze as I shout, squirming underneath him, clenching around his cock. “Please, please, please. Give me your cum, Cassy. I’ve been such a good boy. Please!”

“Yes!” he roars and punctuates the word with one hard thrust as heat spreads inside me. He slumps against my chest, but only for a moment, before he pulls out with an obscene slurp and pries my cheeks apart. He grins in satisfaction, a rumble of pride caught in his throat. “So puffy and swollen, sunshine. What a good little pussy for me.”

Feeling strands of my hair stick to my sweaty skin, I nod. “For you. It’s yours. Fuck me, it’s yours.”

He rests on his haunches and his touch is far gentler than it was moments ago. Running his hands up and down the back of my thighs, he kisses my knee. “Let’s get you a warm bath and put something on that.”

My eyes flutter shut as I nod. “Whatever you want.”

“I wasn’t…” He hesitates just as he’s about to get up. “It wasn’t too rough, was it?”

I blink at him in a daze. “What?”

“The slapping? The hitting?” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. “You liked it, right?”

I can’t help the laugh I let out. I roll over as best as I can and kiss his hip. “Yes. Maybe if someone else were doing it, I wouldn’t like it, but I know how much you love me. I know you don’t mean it like that. You’re just giving me what I need.”

His chest puffs up with pride as he nods. “Damn straight. Let me get that bath started for you.”

It’s like I’m floating, hovering above the Earth, and I only notice it’s him carrying me when I’m submerged in warm water. My eyes are still closed as he slides in behind me, and I feel his loving hands everywhere. He just rocked my world, made me see literal stars, and gave me a sense of peace I never thought was possible.

But I shouldn’t be surprised.

Cassius has always been my peace.