Resist (Songs of Submission #6)(4)

“I know you have lying in you,” I said.

“My lies are all white.”

“Flake white.”

“The brightest, most guilt-free of the whites.”

“And the one so toxic it’s illegal.”

A smile curled one side of his mouth. “I’m not lying about Jessica or about anything that matters.”

“Who decides what matters?”

His hand slid off my throat and down my chest, resting on my sternum. “You matter. We matter. I haven’t touched another woman since I had you at the Loft Club. Monica, it’s you. Being with you is all I can think about. It’s all I want. We are bound. I can’t be unfaithful to you any more than the sky can be unfaithful to the sea.”

“Nice words.”

“Your ni**les are hard.” He brushed them with the backs of his fingers. “Your body won’t deny what your mind fights.”

“If I decide to believe you, understand I know there are things you’ve lied about.”

“Such as?” He drew a nail over my nipple, the fabric like Teflon, letting it slide across. My lips parted.

“I don’t believe Kevin got picked up just because,” I said.

He pinched my nipple hard, giving a little twist. My back arched.

“Who cares?” he whispered.

“I do. About the truth.”

He put his hand under my skirt. I was a little sore from the hate f**k in his living room, but my wet lips fluttered under his touch.

“Open your legs.”

I did, and he hitched up my dress until it gathered just under my br**sts. He placed my heels on the seat until my underwear was the only thing between me and his eyes.

“The truth, Monica,” he said, putting his thumb lightly on my clit, using my juices to slide over the skin. “The truth is that I love you. The rest is unnecessary complication.”

“I disagree.” But I was lost. It didn’t matter if I agreed or not. I wanted some part of his body to rub against me. He flicked my engorged clit, and my breath hitched with the pain and pleasure.

“You won’t.” He took a small box from his pocket, opened it, and plucked my diamond navel bar from its velvet bed. He kissed between my legs, over my underwear, breathing on my clit to make it warm and receptive. His lips traveled to my naked navel, which he kissed gently. “You belong to me. That means I take care of you. Your body and your heart.” He slid the navel bar through the piercing. “That means I’m committed to your happiness. And it means there is no other woman.” He slid the smaller diamond cap on top, sealing the gem to me. “I don’t share. And you don’t have to either. You have to trust me.”

“I can’t.”

“It’s a choice. Make it.” He slid to his knees before me and slipped his fingers under my panties. I lifted my butt, and he pulled them off. His tongue ran from my knee to my thigh. When his tongue found my folds, I thought I’d burst.

“Oh...” I put my fingers in his hair.

He looked up and said, “Hands under your ass.”

I sat on them.

“Keep these legs open.”

The commands turned me on, sending another wave of pleasure through me. By the time his tongue found my clit, I was non-verbal. He licked so gently, flicking it, then circling my hole, making sure every inch of me was on high alert. A little suck, a flick with his fingers. Sweet, exquisite torture. He slid those flicking fingers in me, then sucked my clit again.

“May I come, sir?” I asked in a breath.

“Maybe,” he whispered. “Keep these legs spread for me.” He ran his tongue over my clit again.

“Oh, God.”

He slid his thumb in my cunt, and when he drew it out, he traced the line up and down me. Another flick made me bite back a scream.

“Let me come, sir.”

“Say please.”

“Please, I’m begging. Please.”

“Are you mine?” he asked.

“I’m yours. You own me. My cunt is yours. Please let me come.”

“Am I yours?”

“I own your sorry ass and everything it’s attached to, please. Please.”

He licked my clit again, sucked it through his teeth, and made my ass lift off the seat. He got three fingers in my cunt and hooked them, pushing into the rough spot inside me. His name left my lips over and over, and I tried to keep my legs open when they just wanted to clench around him. His tongue and teeth worked me until a tidal wave of pleasure broke through, sending shocks of fire through me. His fingers inside me did something else, blinding me with a different note, a severe release that felt sharp as a razor, strong as a sledgehammer.

I pushed into him, holding myself up on the hands he’d commanded under my ass. I hissed his name through my teeth so Lil wouldn’t hear through the glass. My orgasm abated, fading like the end of a song. His tongue’s ministrations slowed. My hips twitched around him.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he kissed the inside of my thighs. “Jonathan?”

“Monica.”

“One day this will stop working.”

“But not today.”

Chapter 4.

We went into the elevator with a man in a grey suit, putting our backs to the wall and watching the floors light up above us. Jonathan’s hand hooked mine and clutched it.