He gently bit and sucked at my nipple until I rose up on my toes, trying to both flee and extend the pleasure.
Hyde chuckled. “You’re lying. Blaming your body is just an excuse your brain uses. You’re responding to my touch because you, all of you, want it.”
A tear rolled down my cheek. “I don’t want you. I want Henry.”
Hyde palmed my breast as he pressed his hips deeper into mine. “No. You need Jekyll because of society’s stupid rules about security and stability.”
Hyde kissed me again. He only pulled back when my lungs were screaming for air.
He pushed his fingers between my legs. I knew he could feel my wetness through the silk of my panties. “You feel that? That is what youwant. Who gives a fucking damn about what you mayneed?You want me.”
Before I could deny him any further, Hyde reached down and lifted me up by my hips. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the closest table. He swept his arm across its surface seconds before setting me down. Countless glass vials, notebooks, pens, and other paraphernalia crashed to the linoleum floor. Neither of us cared.
Hyde placed his flat palm between my breasts and pushed me onto my back. The combination of his warm touch and the weight of the metal links still wrapped around his wrist against my skin nearly drove me insane. He ran his hand down my middle. I groaned and arched my back. He then flipped up the hem of my dress, exposing my panties and thighs. He grabbed the delicate silk fabric and tore it away. He placed his hand on my abdomen, pressing down as he lowered his head between my thighs. His long tongue laved at my pussy. With rapid intensity, he flicked my clit with his tongue in a steady rhythm that had me raising my hips as I became lightheaded from my own heavy breathing.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes, pet. Sing for me.”
My fingers gripped his hair as I pushed my hips against his mouth. The tension built. My thighs stiffened as I held my breath. Finally, my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of euphoric pleasure.
My arm curled over my eyes as I tried to subdue my ragged breathing.
As my body descended back into reality, guilt crashed along with it. “Oh, God. What have I done?”
Hyde chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, we’re not finished yet.”
He flipped me onto my stomach. The table was just slightly higher than waist-high for me, so the toes of my Doc Martens barely scraped the floor. The metal surface cooled the heated skin of my exposed breasts. Hyde pushed the hem of my dress up. His palm caressed my right ass cheek in slow circles before he gave me several cruel spanks. His chains rattled and clanged as they swung against the metal legs of the table.
I cried out in pain.
His response was to spank me again on my left cheek.
Reduced to tears and sniffles, I didn’t dare object again.
The air froze in my throat as I heard him lower his zipper.
The fronts of his thighs brushed the backs of mine as he stepped closer. The head of his cock pushed against my impossibly wet pussy. He slid straight in to the hilt with no resistance from my body.
I groaned as I curled my fingers over the edge of the table, bracing myself for his onslaught.
He pulled free.
My brow furrowed.
I looked over my shoulder.
Hyde splayed his hands over my ass. He pulled the cheeks apart. “Tonight, I take your virgin hole.”
My eyes widened. I tried to rise off the table, but his grip prevented me. “No, Hyde. No, not that.”
He was right. I had never had anal sex. I’d never even let a past boyfriend attempt it. Of course, I’d read about it in romance novels and got excited, but that was in books, not real life. In real life I knew it was going to hurt like hell and I was terrified.
He placed the pad of his thumb over my asshole and pressed.
My body clenched.
Hyde then fisted his cock and brushed the glistening head against my dark hole.