Page 485 of Once Upon a Fable

I stared into his stunning, shadowy, stressed-out eyes and dropped to my knees.

He froze. “Gem...what the hell are you doing?”

Reaching up, I undid the button of his jacket and spread the material to avoid any certain mess.

He flinched as my fingers dropped and worked the button of his slacks, pulling the zipper down. The heavy material fell to his ankles as quickly as my dress had fallen to the floor. “What—” He groaned as my hand slipped around his hips and pushed his tight black boxer briefs to mid-thighs.

He was rock hard. His veins stood out against the thick velvet of his arousal, the crown of his cock damp with desire. I didn’t pause and wonder if being forward like this reminded him of being used. I hadn’t asked permission. But surely, he could tell my touch came with love instead of cruelty.

He jerked as I fisted him, his hands going for my hair.

I reared back, shaking my head. “Don’t mess up my ’do. You can touch me anywhere apart from my hair.”

He growled and bared his teeth. “Then get off your fucking knees, woman.”

I licked my lips and ducked my chin, pressing a kiss to his throbbing, hot cock.

He hissed between his teeth, his head tilting back as he swayed on the spot. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“I’m going to give you a release.” I breathed on his erection, slowly licking my way down to my fingers, where I grasped him tight.

He shuddered. “You don’t...” He choked as I swallowed his entire length. “Jesus fucking Christ—”

Blowing on him, I murmured, “You’ve been used more times than I can imagine, Kas. You’ve had your free will taken, your happiness stolen, your very worth questioned for so many years of your life. Even tonight—a challenging evening for anyone—you’re doing it for other people, not yourself. I know how much this will cost you. I know how much you care.” My hand tightened around him, pumping him once. “Let me show you just how worthy you truly are.”

He hissed again, his entire cock jumping in my palm. “Gemma—”

“I’m yours to use however you want.I’m yours, Kas. Let me take away some of your stress. Let me remind you that for the rest of your life, onlymylips will be on your body. Onlymyhand will touch your cock. You are in control of what you want and when. You are the master of me. Not because you’re bigger than me or because you once buckled a chain around my ankle, but because Ichooseyou. Just like you chose me.”

“Gem—” His voice broke.

I sucked him.

Tangy salt exploded on my tongue as he jerked in my hold, and his knees almost buckled. His hands landed on my hair only to jolt away, remembering what I’d commanded.

I’d only told him to avoid my hair once. He was drowning beneath lust, yet he’d obeyed without any reminding.

How much of that came from the conditioning he’d undergone? And how long would it take before he truly trusted that he belonged only to himself?

Running my tongue up his shaft, I swallowed him deep, answering my own questions.

Eventually.

Eventually, he’d be free.

Eventually, he’d be healthy and happy because he had me, and I would do whatever it took to make him sleep beside me, travel with me, spend my money on memories and experiences, and enjoy the rest of his life unafraid.

His balls drew up as his cock hardened to stone in my mouth. His breathing sounded as if he’d run through the valley for hours, catching with a heady, animalistic growl as he thrust against my tongue.

I let him use me.

I granted him power over me.

I knelt before him and took whatever he wanted to give me so that his mind might stay sane for the rest of the night.

His hands balled by his sides, stopping himself from reaching for me even as his thrusts turned jerky and shallow. I was wet. Unbelievably wet as I looked up at his face and my mind shot me back to that first time in the basement back at Fables.

The time he’d commanded me to my knees and used me against my will.