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Something akin to panic fluttered up his spine. He was in no way immobilized. He could move his arms. He could push her off him.



But he was trapped.



It was the same way he’d felt after his father died and he’d had no choice but to step up and take care of the group. The way he’d felt whenever Maggie had pleaded with him to give her the home she so desperately yearned for. When she’d convinced him to go against his better judgment and play along with her fantasy of what the world was.



“Trust me,” Hudson whispered. “Tonight you don’t have to think, or issue orders, or take care of anyone. Trust someone else to take care of you.”



“I… don’t know if I can,” he whispered back.



“You can.” She kissed him again, but his lips remained paralyzed. “You’re going to lie there and shut that sexy mouth of yours, baby.”



A grin tickled his lips.



“I mean it. Keep your hands to yourself, and no filthy commands.” She pulled his belt free of the buckle and dragged his zipper down. “You don’t need to tell me what’ll make you feel good.” When his cock sprang up, hard and eager, she gripped the base tight enough to make him grunt. “I already know.”



Jesus, she did. She knew so fucking well, and the rough stroke she gave him brought black dots to his eyes.



This time when she kissed him, he responded. Lips parting just enough for his tongue to sneak past them and into Hudson’s mouth. She quickly chased his tongue into his mouth, kissing him so deeply they were both gasping for air by the time they broke apart.



The silence was eerie. He was used to hearing himself tell her what to do: Suck harder, spread wider, come for me. Tonight she needed no instruction. His body belonged to her, and she knew it. She took it, warm lips and clever hands traveling over every inch of his flesh until there wasn’t a part of him she hadn’t branded with her touch.



When her mouth closed around his cock, a command almost slipped out. “Suc—”



He stopped abruptly, and she peered up with a chuckle. “Aw, look at that. You’re learning.” Her breath tickled his shaft, tongue darting out to taste the pearly drop at his tip. “You’re going to be good, aren’t you, baby? Sweet and submissive and silent while I have my way with you.” She licked his crown in a slow, wet circle. “You’re going to let me suck your cock until you can’t remember a time when my mouth wasn’t bringing you pleasure.”



Jesus.



She didn’t let up, whispering sinful words and filthy promises against his skin as she used her tongue to test his control. Each hard suck was followed by a taunt. Each sharp pump trailed by a satisfied laugh, as if she knew she was stealing his sanity, turning his brain to mush. The role reversal should have terrified him, but it only turned him on, so much that when he suddenly climaxed, it caught him by complete surprise.



A shock of pleasure rocketed through him as he came in her mouth, but his hips stayed motionless, as if his body knew that Hudson would give it what it needed. And she did, her fist pumping him through the release as her mouth stayed glued to the head of his cock, swallowing every drop of pleasure she summoned from his body.



It was a heady feeling. Letting go. Letting her take charge.



Connor stopped thinking. Stopped wondering what she was going to do next. He closed his eyes and let himself feel, and when the mattress dipped and her pussy bumped his lips, his tongue came out on instinct, licking and probing until Hudson was groaning as wildly as he was. He wanted to feel her coming on his face, feel her clit pulsing on his tongue, but she denied him, rocking into him until she was wet and swollen, and then she was gone.



His eyes stayed closed. He waited. Trusted that the course she’d set would take them both where they needed to go. His cock was already hard again, a painful weight against his stomach, aching for relief.



He shivered when she ran a hand down the center of his chest. A teasing stroke. Gentle fingers gripped his shaft as she stretched a condom over it.



“This isn’t so bad, is it? Trusting someone else to take care of you?”



No, it wasn’t bad at all. It was good. So fucking good, and he was never going to forget —



She impaled herself on his cock, and his brain imploded. Shut down completely. It was sensation overload. The tight clasp of her pussy. The pressure in his balls. She rode him hard, her nails digging into his pecs as her hips moved and her inner muscles bore down on him.



“Touch my clit, Connor. Rub it. Make me come.”



His hand shook as he brought it to the place where they were joined. He pressed his thumb to that tight bud, flicking and stroking in time to the wild grinding of her hips. When she cried out in orgasm, he felt it in his cock, in his blood. It was almost enough to send him flying over the edge again, but not quite, and Hudson was so attuned to his body’s responses that she leaned forward and kissed him, whispering another order even as she trembled in release.