Page 31 of Tangled Control

“Jesus,fuck!”The heat. The pressure.I hold her hair, pumping in and out of her. “You feel so good, you’re so good.”

Tears glaze her eyes as she struggles with my length, yet she tilts her head at my praise, taking more. Her tongue presses along the underside of my cock while I glide in and out of her.

I breathe harshly and my shirt sticks to my damp back as I fuck her mouth. My balls are drawn up so tight to my body they hardly move as I flex my hips back and forth.

“Are you going to be a good girl and swallow?”

She shifts her gaze up to mine. Blue eyes, dark with lust and swimming in tears. It’s too much, too intense. I can’t hold back anymore. With a choked cry, my cock swells. I grip her scalp and growl.

“Fuck!”

I shoot my release, pulses of cum, deep in her mouth.

And she swallows.Oh my God, she does.Her throat works hard, gulping down load after load.

“My good girl,” I whisper, but I’m not sure the words are spoken. Blood is swishing in my ears, and my vision is blurred as I slip out of her mouth. Slowly, I come down from my high. I pull my trousers up over my trembling legs and fasten them.

Catriona is still kneeling, her arms on her back. Her chest is heaving.

I grab her arms and gently help her up to standing. She is unsteady and her gaze trained on the floor. I bring her arms down by her side and adjust her bra over her abused breasts and button her blouse. She doesn’t move.Shit.Did I go too far? Her bowed head isn’t a pose of submissiveness. It’sembarrassment. She’s ashamed of what she did – or that she liked it.

That will not do.

“Now, that will teach you not to be a bad girl,” I say in a voice as controlled and cold as I can muster. Her gaze snaps up to mine. Within seconds, her usual defiance, strength and control re-emerge.

“Will that be all,sir?” Her tone is clipped.

I release a quiet sigh. Catriona is back to normal, as normal as our insane relationship is.

Not really thinking what I am doing, I gently stroke her face with the back of my fingers, down the side of her flushed cheek and to her chin. Her features soften. God, she is beautiful. Something passes between us, something tender. Something I am not willing to put into words.

“You can go,” I whisper.

She opens her mouth, licks her swollen lips, but no words come out. She hesitates for a second longer, then gives me a small nod and leaves the room.

The door clicks shut. The quiet is deafening. My stomach hollows. I’ve never felt more alone.

Twenty

Catriona

“Come’ere.” I bump my bottle of beer against Eric’s. “Have you seen Gemma lately?”

We’re in the small back garden of his parent’s two-bed townhouse, a couple of roads down from my childhood home. It’s three days since I introduced Eric to my co-workers. Two days since the latestincidentwith Rian. I’ve tried to push that to the back of my mind. Thinking of it only makes me confused, frustrated, angry and… I mean, my boss made me lick his fingers! I should find it disgusting, perverted and…and my nipples should absolutely not harden and tingle at the thought.

Yeah, what about that ruler?

I never imagined pain could feel so good. Never imagined giving a blow job could turn me on so much. But it wasn’t just the act of giving the blow job – it was the way Rian controlled me, demanded it of me, punished me. I’m a strong and independent woman – Ishouldfind it degrading. Why does my lower abdomen tighten whenever I think of myself on my knees in front of him, him fisting my hair, deep, growling moans fillingthe room – growls that I caused? And then the timbre in his tone that seemed to strum my aching nipples when he saidgood girl.

Yesterday – or rather, the day after the evening before – was awkward, to say the least. I found it difficult to meet Rian’s eyes, and I got the impression he was trying to avoid me. I know it wasn’t because of what we did. No, it was because of the moment we shared just before I left. It was too tender, too emotional.

Yesterday wasn’t any less awkward with Trevor constantly hanging over my desk, trying to ask me out. He’s always been friendly, but it annoys me that it took seeing I have breasts under my jacket for him to show any serious interest. At least Rian didn’t approach me because of my looks or the way I dress. After Trevor’s third attempt to ask me out, I told him, in no uncertain terms, that I don’t date colleagues. I hope more than expect that will be the end of it.

“In fact, yes, I have seen her…” Eric’s face brightens.

“Well, go on. Do tell!” I wave my hand in front of me, trying to disperse the smoke from the BBQ that Patrick and my uncle guard as if it’s the Book of Kells.

“We may have gone for drinks yesterday…”