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By:H.M. Ward


“I expect you to stand here and do what I say,” his voice is deep, commanding. It makes me want to obey him. I shiver, wondering what he’s going to ask. “Pull up your skirt.”

I inch the fabric up until he tells me to stop. My bottom is revealed in all its naked glory. Sean’s eyes darken and fill with a carnal gaze that makes me too hot. “Legs apart.” I shift my feet. “More.”

I move again and now they are shoulder’s width apart. Sean kneels in front of me. He presses his face against the V in my legs, breathing in deeply. He stares at my pussy for a moment, like he’s trying to control himself, but he fails. Sean dips his head and licks the seam of my lower lips. I nearly jump. “Stay still, Smith,” he scolds me.

To make sure I don’t move this time, Sean holds onto my hips. When he lowers his head and licks me, every inch of my body flares to life. I gasp as his tongue strokes my sensitive folds. A spark ignites somewhere in my core and I want more. I need more. I hate how he does this to me, but I let him. Sean detected the parts of me that respond the most. That spot on my neck, I didn’t even know it was there. It’s nearly all the way around on my back, but Sean found it. One kiss there makes me so weak and so turned on. It’s hard to not want sex when he kisses me there.

And now, this sexy man is on his knees at my feet doing the most divine things to me. I can barely stand. One more sweep of his tongue and my knees buckle. Sean stands and takes me over to the bed. That’s when things change. He removes his belt and binds my wrists together. He explains what he’s doing, what he needs. “You’re right. I didn’t call Black to play house with someone. I need something. I want this.” His breaths are jagged. My heart races faster. I let him tie my hands before I realize what he’s saying. Looking in my eyes, he asks, “Tell me no now if you can’t do this.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing,” I confess, feeling afraid and stupid. My heart slaps against my ribs so fast that I think I’m going to stroke out.

Sean’s eyes are so dark. Whatever he held back the last few times he was with me is coming forward. “I want to tie you down and have my way with you. I want you at my mercy. I want you to fight back.”

I look into his eyes. I don’t understand. “You want to rape me?” That can’t be what he means, but after I say it, I see the look on his face. I know it’s what he wants. My heart pounds harder, faster. “Sean—”

“Say no or yes. Nothing else. You asked what I wanted. This is what I want.” His eyes penetrate me. There’s a desperation in them. It tells me that he’s barely in control of himself. I nod slowly. Tension lines Sean’s neck. His hands tighten into fists. “Say it. I have to hear you say yes. I don’t want to hurt you, but I might. Sex is power. I need to feel that right now. Avery,” he breathes my name like he can’t imagine taking another breath if I say no, “tell me what you want.”

Sex is power. He needs to feel like he has some control over his life. I look down at my hands knowing how this is going to make me feel. I hate being pinned down. If he ties me up, I‘ll scream, but that’s what he wants—complete power over another person. He’s so fucked up.

And so am I, because I say, “Yes.”

I don’t have to say the word twice. Sean grabs me and throws me down on the bed. I try to roll away, but can’t. Sean stretches my tethered hands above my head, straddling me as he moves across my body. Fear pulses through me. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. He reaches over the side of the bed and grabs something—a rope—and ties my hands down. I know he can’t stop and I don’t want to make him, but I’m scared. I don’t know why. He’s made love to me several times. This is not love. It was never love.

I twist and kick out at him. Sean grabs each foot and ties them to each bed post so that my legs are splayed. I’m face down with my butt hanging over the side of the bed. Sean moves slowly toward me. I want to tell him to stop. I want him to stop and say he loves me. I want something besides this, but this is what I offered.

Sean’s hands tug up the dress, revealing my naked bottom. Without warning, Sean thrusts into me. I cry out, not ready for it. I can’t move. I can’t do anything. Sean pushes in hard at first, gripping my hips and pushing frantically. After a few minutes, maybe more, he slows down. I’m not wet enough. What he does hurts. I whimper even though I try not to make a sound. Sean stills. It doesn’t feel good. Having him inside me doesn’t feel like anything. He pulls out slowly. I want to scream.