It was just a simple stroke, and even though my hand was dry, the pleasure that shot up my spine was intense. I groaned deeply, stroking harder and using the precum that was pouring out to wet my dick and make my hand move more freely.
I stroked hard, my fist wrapped tightly around my dick, moving from base to head. The amount of precum that was pouring out of me was embarrassing, but I was too far gone to care.
My nose was still pressed to my shirt and her scent filled my nose, going straight to my head. I felt high, drunk, overdosed.
My hips bucked into my fist, chasing more, trying to chase her. Every stroke felt like a punishment and reward at the same time. A punishment because I wasn’t strong enough to overpower my desire, and a reward because well… it wasn’t easy trying to resist a woman like Belladonna.
I squeezed harder, twisting my wrist at the head, rubbing against my crown and the sound that tore out from my throat was raw, animalistic.
Her scent clung to the fabric, sweet and maddening, and I buried my face deeper into it, inhaling like I was starving. My cock throbbed in my grip, veins straining, until precum was pouring out of me like I was cumming, and every movement felt slippery and filthy, intensifying the pleasure.
“Fuck…” I cursed, squeezing my eyes shut, seeing her face behind my lids. Not just her face, but her mouth. Those red, plush lips that I wanted to part with my tongue. I wanted to feel them wrapped around my dick instead of my fist.
She gave good blowjobs, and I’ve grown addicted to it even though I had only received it twice.
The ache in my core built fast, brutal, like a fire consuming everything inside me. My fist pumped harder, faster, the indecent sound of it filling the silence and echoing in my ears, my body heat rising. The closer I got to the edge, the hotter my body felt. I was trembling now, on the very edge, seconds away from losing myself completely.
And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.
I wanted to lose myself completely and totally. I wanted to fall apart and remain that way for a while. I wanted to shatter and not be put together.
I wanted to… I wanted to feel
Earlier today, when Belladonna stormed into my office and said she wanted an open marriage, I felt something. When she climbed onto my desk and grabbed me by the collar. When she sat on my lap. I felt something. Fuck, I did.
How does she do that? How does she know which button to push How does she drive me crazy? How does she make me feel?
“Fuck!” I groaned as my pleasure shot out of me, the base of my spine tensing. I clenched my jaw as I came hard, my body shook, her name on my lips like a curse.
I stared at the floor, at the evidence of my pleasure and lack of self–control, cursing harshly. I bent over, about to wrap the floor with my shirt but I thought against it and used my pants instead.
After that, I tossed all the clothes aside and headed to the bathroom, eager to cool my high temperature. I turned on the shower when I got in, not bothering to heat the water.
I stood under the cold shower, my head bowed. I loosened my hair from the bun I had tied it, letting it fall. I passed my hand through it, sighing deeply.
Fuck, what was I doing? Get your shit together, Kade.
I stood under the cold shower for a long while, but my body temperature still remained the same. No. No, it was actually increasing
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My eyes widened just at the same time a piercing pain tore through my lower stomach I cried out, crashing to my knees as hot pain licked through my entire body, targeting my lower half
The shaking started, followed by the burning.
“H–how…?”
I had a week. I could swear this wasn’t supposed to happen till next week, so why the fuck was this happening?
I had made every preparation for next week. I was planning to take the week off from work and stay at a hotel until my rut was done.
But now… here it was.
How the hell was this possible? Something like this has never happened to me before.
My body shook so hard that I could hear my bones rattling, the pain making it hard to breathe.
My bag… I had to get to it.
We never asked Silas why he chose to mess with our pills, instead, we found another doctor who gave us something even better than the pills; a suppressant. It was a shot, instead of pills, and was more effective. But the side effects were more
intense.
I just had to get to my bag…
But getting out of this bathroom was going to be hell for me.
I pressed my palms to the cold tile wall, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. My skin felt too tight and hot for my body and I wanted to rip it off, every nerve screaming as if I was on fire. My cock was hard again, and this time it was really painful. It felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get any release.
I gritted my teeth as I dragged myself to the edge of the shower, my knees scraping against the tile as I tried to move, my vision swimming in and out of focus.
This wasn’t right. It wasn’t right. I had a week, a whole fucking week. I wasn’t ready.
Whatever it was, be it my sexual desires, or… Or Belladonna’s scent, something had triggered my rut.
Belladonna’s scent… Fucking hell, that was it. Even now, she was torturing me to this level. It was cruel, even though she knew nothing about this.
I had to get the shot now, but standing was impossible. My legs shook so badly, they wouldn’t hold me.
I forced myself to crawl out of the bathroom, each movement ripping a guttural sound out of my throat.
I finally managed to reach outside the bathroom, and I forced my legs to stand. After much grunting and groaning, I finally managed to get to my feet, but as I took a single step forward, my legs gave out.
I went crashing down, my hand passing through something sharp, and the sharp metallic smell of blood filled my nose.
I didn’t feel any pain, I didn’t even know what I fell on, all I could think of was the suppressant. My vision was growing blurry with every passing second and I could barely see but I still crawled forward, the smell of blood growing.
A soft knock came at my door, and alarm bells went off in my head.
No… I couldn’t let anybody see me like this.
“Kade?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
