Page 38 of The Intimacy of Control

I was his.

“Deeper.”

I took him deeper, gag reflex be damned.

“Stay.”

I obeyed.

“Take another deep breath.”

I inhaled through my nose. He pinched my nostrils together. I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because he was all I needed. Everything faded away as my lungs slowly caught on to what was happening. No panic set in. No desperation. Just…Forrest.

The world didn’t exist around me. All I could see was him. All I could feel was his warmth, his hands, and his cock. All I could smell was him. He had taken all the control I’d desperately wanted to let go of.

chapter fourteen

Jack’s throat twitched around my cock as I took the most basic automatic human function away from him. The way he so easily leaned into it was beautiful. His cheeks were red, and there were tears flowing down them freely.

I wanted to lick them off his face. I wanted to smear them on his cheeks. I wanted to bask in the evidence that I’d driven him somewhere so intense, so serene, that he couldn’t think of anything but me.

That was the true control. Getting in his head. Living there. Being so stuck in his mind, he couldn’t escape. Jack had been the only person on my mind since the night we met, so it was only fair.

I released his nose and tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him up from my cock. He coughed and sputtered, his lips red and shiny and delicious looking. “What a good slut. So fucking good for me. You take my cock so well, don’t you?”

He panted through his eager nods, blinking rapidly at me. “Yes. Yes, yes, I’m good. Good.”

Poor thing was so far gone, he could hardly string any words together. “Suck me off, Jackson. Get me close. Use one hand to jerk yourself; keep the other one on my thigh. Do you understand?”

All he gave me in response was a quick whine before he gently dipped his tongue into my slit. I grunted, squeezing my eyes shut at the feeling. Once he had me in his mouth again, sucking me in tight, deep pulls, I looked back down. His arm was working furiously as he jerked himself off.

“Christ, sweetheart. The fucking mouth on you. So obedient for me, huh? Taking me so good.”

“Mm,” he moaned around me, his eyelids fluttering. I could see him squirming as he got closer and closer.

Gently, I started to push his head back down on my cock, letting out quick, breathy moans as his throat opened for me. God, it was tight. So fucking warm, too. I lifted my hips enough to bury myself in him. My cock was twitching and begging for more, and my stomach was in fucking knots as my orgasm came dangerously close.

Not yet, though. I didn’t want to come yet.

“Take a deep breath, Jackson.” Seeing him do it so quickly and easily made everything that much better. He wanted me to tell him what to do. He didn’t crave autonomy—he craved for someone else to take it from him.

I wanted to take it from him. I wanted that vulnerability. I wanted to watch him push through all the walls he’d ever put up for me and anyone else and let go. I wanted to be his release. His relaxation. I wanted to take all the pain and stress and worry about everyday life and make it go away.

I’d always craved the ability to make everyone feel loved. Feel cared for. Feel free. I loved seeing someone get rid of all the doubts in their minds and simply…be. When I took control of someone—when I dominated them—I got to see them at their most beautiful.

Jack looked fucking beautiful.

I gently pinched his nostrils and shoved his head as far as he could go. I watched him writhe. His throat started convulsing, and his chest shuddered with each passing millisecond that went by without air.

Jack was giving me something no one else got to have, and I couldn’t get enough of it. If that made me selfish, then so be it. I was selfish enough to want more.

After a couple more seconds, I let go of his nose and let him pick his head up. I never restricted him for long. Only enough to give him that adrenaline he needed to keep going. He’d stopped stroking himself, gaining his breath back in deep, slow pulls.

I traced the red spot along his cheekbone and slid my thumb down to his lips. Swiping over them, I slowly pushed the tip of my thumb between them. “Such a good slut. You gonna make me come?”

He nodded eagerly, sucking my thumb into his mouth. The way he swirled his tongue around it was like he couldn’t imagine not having a part of me inside of him. Not even for a second. He was too far gone.

And that’s exactly where I wanted him to be.