by Meghan March
It’s clear the call is winding down, which means that so is my time to choose. I swore before that I wouldn’t kiss him, and he destroyed that boundary. I told him I wouldn’t go to my knees for him either, but considering the alternative and the fact that his cock is thicker than this plug, I know what choice I have to make.
Mount is breaking my rules one at a time, and with each one, I lose a part of the woman I’ve always been, but gain a piece of the woman I never knew I could be.
I finally understand the reason it’s called power exchange, but with Mount and me, it’s more accurately termed a power struggle.
He takes. I fight.
He threatens. I rebel.
He taunts. I argue.
It’s a never-ending cycle, and at this point, with his tongue teasing my entrance, I’m not sure I care to continue it today.
Instead, I bury my fingers in his hair and press upward, but one universal truth continues—Mount is stronger than me. He lifts his head, a wicked grin on his face as he plunges two fingers inside me.
“Agreed,” says the Japanese man.
“Agreed.” The Italian concurs.
“Agreed,” Mount says, but I have to wonder if he has any clue what he just committed to. “If that’s all, gentlemen, I’ve got another matter to attend to, and will follow up with any additional thoughts via email.”
Good-byes are exchanged, and Mount finally hangs up. He pulls his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean.
“Which is it? Ass or mouth?”
I lift my chin, reminding him there’s no way I can reply.
“You can point. If I’m fucking your ass, then there’s no need to remove the gag.” A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Smug asshole. He gains a ridiculous amount of enjoyment from taunting me. Mount expects me to rebel, even anticipates it. I’m beginning to recognize his tells, so that’s something.
I lift my hand. Using my middle finger, I point to the ball gag lodged in my mouth.
His expression flares with heat. “Fucking finally.”
His phone rings again, and he looks at the receiver.
“And you’re just in time for my next call.” His gaze pins mine. “Get on your knees.”
Again with the power struggle, but this time, I decide to throw him off track, since he thinks he knows exactly what to expect from me.
Not today.
Today, I’m going to show Mount what it’s like to have his iron-clad control over his body stolen from him.
I hope he doesn’t have any plans to pay attention to this next call, because he’s not going to remember a goddamned thing.
Mount
Her red hair doesn’t even begin to do justice to her temper. Keira Kilgore has a fierce fighting spirit, the likes of which I’ve never seen in a woman.
Her little middle-finger salute will earn her a punishment—her least favorite kind, I’m coming to realize. No orgasm. Then she’ll curse me, and I’ll have another reason to bend her over my lap and spank the round ass currently filled with a plug that’s still smaller than my dick, but we’re getting her stretched out.
Soon.
But first, I’m going to get something I’ve been waiting for since that very first night.
I lower myself back into my chair and nod at the floor between my spread legs. The flare of rebellion in her green gaze tells me that she has plans for me.
It’s exactly the test I need to prove to myself that no matter what happens, she doesn’t have the power to distract me from my business.
She is not a weakness, I vow as she hits her knees. I already feel triumph flowing in my veins as I unbuckle the gag from around the back of her head.
She stretches her jaw one way and then the other, no doubt stiff from wearing a gag for the first time, but I swear it won’t be the last. I don’t always need Keira mouthing off to tell me what she thinks of me; I can read it in her every expression. She has no shield. No mask. Everything is transparent on her face.
Right now, she’s thinking she can destroy my concentration and steal my control.
Never going to happen, hellion.
She does surprise me when she doesn’t attempt to speak. Maybe it’s the Spanish-accented words coming through the phone that I continue to answer with rote responses, or maybe it’s because she’s just that intent on her task. Either way, my quads tense when she flips open the button on my slacks, slides down the zipper, and my dick bobs free. Her red hair spills forward around her face, hiding my cock and her mouth from view.
Fuck that.
I’m going to watch as she takes every inch of me down her throat, even if I have to stand and guide it myself, teaching her the tricks to tame her gag reflex.
I bury my hands in her hair, pulling it away from her face as I help guide her movements. She laves the head of my dick with her tongue, and her unpracticed technique fills me with that same conqueror mentality I had when she admitted she’d never tried anal play.
How does it feel to be corrupted, Keira? I don’t ask the question aloud, instead asking it with my eyes, but she misses the taunt because her full attention is on my cock. I’m not about to complain about that.
What she lacks in skill, she makes up for with enthusiasm as she attempts to take me deep for the first time. She doesn’t come close to taking all of me. She tongues my cock as she retreats, and then jacks me off with her hand when she has to take a breath.
Fuck me if her clear inexperience doesn’t make me harder and push me to come faster than the most skilled mistress I’ve ever had.
My attention drifts away from the call as she tries to take me deeper each time, but gags before she swallows another inch.
Fuck.
Call be damned.
One of the men on the other end of the call asks me a question, and I reach out and slap a button to hang up.
The Mexicans will be pissed, but I don’t give a shit. Right now, all I care about is feeding my thick cock down my little Irish hellion’s throat.
Her head jerks up when I end the call, the head of my dick leaving her mouth with a pop, but I shake my head.
“You’re not even close to finished, not until you take it all the way.”
Her jaw drops, her mouth wide, no doubt ready to protest, but I take advantage by wrapping one hand around her face and holding her mouth open with my thumb.
“Every single fucking inch of my cock is going down your throat before you leave this room. You understand me?”
Her eyes flash with defiance that just makes my dick harder. I lay my other hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw with both palms.
“I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it like the dirty girl we both know you are. If you say one word to argue with me, I’ll flip you over on this desk, take that plug out, and finish in your tight little ass.”
Instead of fear, which would have been an understandable reaction, her pupils dilate and she squeezes her thighs together, dropping a hand from my knee to reach between them.
“Touch that pussy, and I’ll clamp your clit beneath your piercing and make you scream for mercy while I deny you orgasm after orgasm.” My threat freezes her movements, and I continue. “Put your hand back on my knee.”
Defiance flares again in her expression but she complies, and her obedience spurs me on.
“Have you ever had your face properly fucked?”
She swallows, and shakes her head.
I tuck my thumbs into both corners of her mouth, forcing her jaw open. “Good. Because I’m about to teach you, and later, there will definitely be a test.”
When I open her mouth, she sweeps her tongue across her lips, wetting the tips of my thumbs in the process.
“That’s right, make sure those dick-sucking lips are slick, because your lesson is about to start.”
I rise, my hands still guiding her jaw open, but I angle my dick down as I push it into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Keira groans on my cock, and the vibr
ations carry straight through to my balls.
When my phone rings again, I rip the cord out of it.
No more interruptions.
Fuck the rest of the world, because I’m going to come down Keira Kilgore’s throat.
For months, I’ve tortured myself with thoughts of her being touched by another man, knowing that eventually, I’d have her at my mercy. Now the time has come, I’m glad she’s untrained. It means that douchebag Hyde didn’t tend to her properly, which is why every single one of my encounters with her has been so explosive.
Keira needs a real man to show her what she’s been missing out on, and I’m here to handle the job . . . and her.
Keira
Oh shit. I know I’m out of my league when he stands and begins to push his cock in and out of my mouth with measured strokes, each one going deeper until I’m gagging on his dick.
His thumbs stroke my face and my jaw. “Easy. Breathe through your nose. You can take me. You will fucking take all of me.”
His orders and commands don’t fuel my rebellion at this moment. No, I’m too busy feeling the victory from the way he ended his call and returned one hundred percent of his attention to me.
Mount is fucking with my life, but I’m fucking with his too. And then he rips the cord out of the phone? Priceless.
The head of his cock hits the back of my throat again before I’m ready for it, and I gag once more.
Mount shakes his head. “Next time, swallow me down when you feel the urge to gag.”
He pulls out and slowly pushes back in, and I try to follow his instructions but can’t. I gag on his cock and cough as he pulls it free of my mouth and stares down at me.
“How often do you fail?”
“All the time,” I murmur.
“Does it stop you from trying again?”
I press my lips together in a flat line before finally replying. “No.”
“You gonna give up on this? You gonna quit?”
Let Mount win and prove I’m not capable of controlling his body like he controls mine? “No.” I bite out the word.
“Good. Because you’re almost there.”
His hands cup my jaw again, and the softness and care with which he holds my face shocks me more than the fact that the goal I’m trying to accomplish is deep-throating him. But when it comes to Mount, proving a point is proving a point, regardless of the context.
As he presses forward with his dick again, I breathe through my nose and swallow, taking it all until my nose presses against the hard plane of his stomach.
His eyes light with triumph, but it’s different from before. It takes me another stroke and swallow of his cock to realize it’s not out of smug victory, but pride.
He continues to fuck my face, several strokes shallow and then one deep, each time alerting me with a subtle pressure from his hands as if preparing me for what’s coming next.
When I went to my knees before him, something I swore I wouldn’t do, my sole intent was to steal his power. But something else is happening here, and I can’t put a name to it.
“You’re gonna swallow every drop, hellion.”
I dare him with my eyes to try to hold out, but he doesn’t seem fazed by it. Instead, he fucks my mouth faster and faster, not going deep, but keeping his strokes shallow to focus on the tip of his cock. His hands never leave my face, even when he throws back his head and bellows as he spills down my throat.
I keep my end of the bargain and swallow every bit of it as he releases his hold and grips the edge of his desk to stay upright.
In that moment, I realize the game Mount is playing with me is more dangerous than he knows, because I just gained the advantage.
I almost brought the most powerful and feared man in this city to his knees, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Mount
My cell phone buzzes again and again, no doubt the Mexicans I hung up on in favor of teaching Keira to suck my dick, and I can’t even bring myself to care.
I don’t remember the last time I came that hard—outside of the times I’ve spilled in Keira’s tight pussy with no condom. I’ve never trusted a woman’s word that she’s on birth control, but for some reason, I trust hers.
It would take me one phone call to verify, but I don’t even feel the need to do that. Maybe because in some fucked-up universe, if I were to accidentally get Keira pregnant, it would give me an undeniable hold over her for life.
I vowed from an early age that I’d never bring a kid into this hell of a world. The consequences would be unthinkable. It wouldn’t just be a weakness—it would be the ultimate sin, by far worse than anything I’ve ever done before.
Besides, what the fuck do I know about how to raise a kid, or how to love anyone? My entire life has revolved around control or the lack of it, and all I know is how to hold tight to the power I’ve fought to gain over so many years. I know I should use condoms from now on, but the thought of separating my dick from her hot pussy with a layer of latex has me gritting my teeth.
I don’t want anything between us.
I know I’m in deeper than I should be, but I can’t make myself pull back. What’s more, I don’t want to pull back.
When Keira stands in front of me, her tits heaving against the bustier while she tries to catch a breath, I cup her cheek again.
“Not bad, for a beginner.”
She lifts a shaking hand to her face and draws all but her middle finger back before pressing a kiss to the pad of it, flipping me off again.
What would it be like to have her as compliant after sex as she is during?
A pipe dream, no doubt.
I reach out to snatch her wrist and force her hand down between her legs. Without breaking her defiant green gaze, I drag her finger over the drenched seam of her pussy.
“You feel that? You’re soaked for me. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.” Using her finger, I tap her piercing lightly, knowing it will drag her closer to the edge the fastest. “You think it’s your turn to come?”
“Yes! I did what you wanted.” Her response carries an undeniable edge of need.
I use her finger to tease her entrance. “And you think that entitles you to an orgasm?”
Her nod is swift, and I continue to torture her with her own finger, her breathy moans making my dick hard again already.
Before she can come, I yank her hand away and catch her other wrist, pinning both behind her back as she struggles against my hold.
“No. You don’t get to come. That’s what you get for being late.”
“It was five minutes!”
“Five minutes or five hours, you were still late.”
“But—”
“Give me one more excuse, and the only butt we’re going to be talking about is the one filled with a plug right now. Actually, I think you’re almost ready. One more size to go, and we’re going to see if I can finally fit my fat cock in your ass.”
Keira
How can my nipples be hard, my pussy be wet, and my hand itch to grab the lamp on his desk to bludgeon him to death all at the same time?
This man drives me absolutely insane. If I don’t get away from him right now, I’ll do something unthinkable.
Like lay yourself out on his desk and beg him to fuck you in exchange for whatever he wants, as long as he lets you come? I shove down my inner voice as I tug my wrists from Mount’s grip.
Surprisingly, he lets me go.
I edge away from the desk, trying to gauge his expression. He’s impossible to read.
“I assume you’d like to go to work today?” he asks.
Work. How the hell did I forget about work?
“Yes. Of course. There’s always more to do there.”
“That I understand.”
It’s strange to think about, but maybe it’s the one thing we have in common—we both run our own business. Or in his case, an empire. But then again, that’s my goal too, for Seven Sinners to dominate the world whiskey market. My
dad’s plans were never so grand, nor were his father’s or grandfather’s, but I think bigger. I see what we could be, if only I had the right connections and the cash. That’s part of how Brett sucked me in so easily. He made me believe that he shared my vision. He painted the picture of the future I wanted so badly, and I fell for it and him.
Brett.
The thought of him makes bile rise in my throat as I remember the note on the first appointment reminder that popped up this morning. Your prior appointment has been handled.
I take a few more steps away from Mount before I voice the question I originally rushed to his door to have answered. “How did you— What did you—” I stumble over the words, unable to get them right. “What happened with Brett?”
Mount’s unreadable expression shifts into that granite-like hardness I’ve come to know well. “You won’t ever have to worry about him again.”
“But what does that mean?”
My voice rises because this isn’t something I can just let go. Last night, seeing the man I thought I’d laid to rest standing at my doorway was the ultimate shock. I’ve never before fainted in my life, but I hit the floor like a bag of grain.
When I came to, Brett stood over me, his weight shifting from foot to foot as he crossed and uncrossed his arms. The barrel of the gun in his hand constantly moved as he used the back of his hand to rub his nose, sniffling like he had a cold. I’ve never recognized the signs before, but after what Magnolia told me, I knew that he was on drugs. Cocaine, I assumed. I don’t have the kind of experience to know if it was something else, and thank God for that.
His face, once so familiar, was thinner, his cheeks hollowed and the dark circles under his eyes so prominent, they looked like mine when I wake up without washing the eye makeup from my face after a night out.
It didn’t take long for him to tell me exactly what he wanted. Money. And the penalty for not following through? Killing my entire family.