Page 33 of The Story of You

“I haven’t had a dick up my ass in a while, bella.”

“Oh, God. Please say I get to come.” This is what I’ve needed all day. His voice. His strictness. I hope he tells me no—which is fucked up because I really want to come.

“I’m disappointed. Have you forgotten the rules?”

“No, sir.”

“Remind me.”

“I come when you feel I’ve earned it, sir. I beg when you allow it—and you haven’t.”

He fondles my dick over the lacey exterior. “How about we play a game? If you can keep quiet until I come, you can come.”

It sounds too easy. It’s not going to be. “Do I have another option, sir?”

“There is always ‘peanut butter’.”

So, no, then. Sadists and their fucking rhetorical questions. I make like I’m zipping my lips, locking them, and “tossing” the key over my shoulder.

“Good, boy.” He tugs my sweater and dress over my head in one go, but he’s slower with the panties, inching them down my strong dancer’s thighs little by little. He even takes the time to slide them over my ugly dance feet. “I love these feet.”

I open my mouth, about to say something and ruin all chances of me coming, but I catch myself. I wanted to say that he must love me if he loves my feet. They really are gnarly, but so are his. We have ugly feet together.

“Your turn, amore. Undress me.”

Keeping my lips pressed together, I tug off his shirt and stop to admire his lean form. The bruising peppers down his left side more than his right. Even though I’m still curious, I’m gonna leave this to them to figure out. I’m already thinking differently after what I’ve read. I understand what this is.

It’s a test. It’s also to make him tougher. Silas wants me to have someone who can protect me like he can. The rightness and wrongness of it that’s for them to decide. I already know I can’t leave Dad. The only option is for Julius to bear him.

Besides, there’s something hot about Julius going to battle for me. Some twisted form of him slaying a dragon. My smile widens.

“What’s that smile about, amore?”

A direct question means I can talk. “I go back and forth between worrying Silas will be too much for you someday and thinking it’s totally hot that you go to battle for me, sir.”

He brushes his thumb across my lip. “I might be a dancer, but I’m not a soft man, Oliver. He won’t break me. I will go to the ends of the Earth for you.”

There’s sadness in his pretty brown eyes. I don’t want that. Time to get back to sexy times. Standing on my knees, my hard cock bobbing around, I peel his black tights down his body, and I do the same as he did to me, stopping to admire his fugly feet. I smile against the bones, kissing the tops of his toe knuckles.

“We’re crazy loving each other’s dance feet like this,” he says.

I nod with enthusiasm. I also allow my eyes to scan his naked body. His uncut cock makes my mouth water.

“Get the lube, amore. Pour it all over your cock. Then I want to watch you prepare me.”

I make it as sensual as I can, holding the bottle a good foot or so away from myself and letting the thick liquid drown my cock. I’m not supposed to touch my cock—another rule—so the act of doing so has become dirty in and of itself. I get a firm grip and stroke only enough to moisten it. It’s going to be torturous enough with him sitting on it.

He’s watching me, adoring softness has settled across his features. It’s not his usual level of wickedness today. Is this what being ardently in love feels like? At least in that department, I’ve had good role models. People can say what they will about Silas and Lak’s extracurriculars, they worship each other. All I know how to do is worship Julius. He does the same for me.

Allowing my hand to graze over my collar, I bring it up my neck and through my hair. Then I wink and get on all fours in front of him, straddling his boulder-thick legs and part his cheeks. There’s plenty of lube dripping down my balls so I gather some of that and rub it along his crease, twisting a finger inside.

His channel is silky smooth, and it tightens around my finger as he bears down to relax and let me in. when his head drops back, I add another finger. He’s propped up on his elbows, his graceful neck open, and his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows.

We breathe heavily even though nothing’s taxing us, it’s the anticipation, making our hearts beat faster than our lungs can keep up with, the desire building.Fuck, I want him so bad.

“Good. That’s good, princess. Lie on your back now.” He doesn’t wait, pouncing like a cat, spinning us until he’s on top and I’m underneath him.

Our lips crush together, and I inhale his heady scent of man and the fresh pine of his body wash. I ache to be inside him, joined. One. I want to be as close to him as I can. Our tongues touch and press together in time with our naked bodies. Each touch of our lips deepens my craving for him.