He glares at me but says nothing.

But my favourite was this statue. It was a skeleton with wings kissing a dying girl. It was so pretty. I spent about 5 minutes staring at it.

"Thank you for taking me." I say.

"Don't be thanking me yet."

"What?"

One minute I'm in a hallway walking with him side by side, the next I'm in a closet, a little workstation on the left, some brooms on the right.

He pushes me into that table on the left, and his mouth slams onto mine. I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue down my throat.

"Wait," I breath, but his hands wrap around my hips and he hoists me up onto the workbench. Then that same hand wraps around my throat.

He kisses me harshly, and I notice his other hand pulling my dress up. I moan into his mouth, but move away and shut it remembering, "there's people outside."

He says nothing smirking as the dress pools around my hips.

"Please," I beg. I'm not sure what I'm asking for.

Regardless, he doesn't listen. Instead he teases me with a finger against me, and when I start to protest he chokes me harder. I take gulps of air, and moan, my head falling onto his shoulder.

"Axton..."

His finger pushes into me, and the world starts to spin. I think he realizes how tight he's holding me, and loosens his hold but then pushes my head down, so I'm laying with my back on the table. Then he pulls my underwear off all the way, pocketing them.

All this time he doesn't say anything, only an evil smile on his lips. That's the last of them I see though, before his head dips between my legs. When I pull at his hair, he grabs my wrists wrestling my arms down.

"Stop," I stay breathlessly knowing dam well I don't want him too. I don't know where the fuck this came from. I stare at the door, which remains closed. He blows onto my wet clit, and I try to scramble away but he holds my hips down. Then he finally sucks my clit into his mouth and my whole back arches off the table.

Before remembering the people walking around outside I almost moan. The door isn't even locked. Fuckkkk.

He fingers me at the same time that he sucks, and I work so goddam hard to keep quiet but little whimpers still leave me, and my face burns with the embarrassment of knowing someone can walk in at any moment. Or hear me from outside.

I start to shake a little, pushing my hips into him, trying to chase my release. He pushes me back though.

"So. Tell me. Who's the more dominant one?"

He pushes his fingers into me hard, repeatedly hitting my gspot, and his tongue finds my clit once more. I almost scream, if not for his other hand coming up to choke me, pulling me back up so my head pushes into his shoulder harshly.

"Please," I beg.

"Tell me who's more dominant."

"I'm sorry," I whine out.

His mouth finds my ear and he whispers, "I didn't ask for sorry."

I clench around him. Fuck.

He pulls my neck back for me to look at him, "say it."

"Please sir," I say knowing that usually works. "Can I finish."

"I told you, I don't want your pathetic sorry."

I whine out, my head falling back onto his shoulder as he holds me up. The he reaches into his pocket, and I feel something slip into me. My eyes widen.

Then a buzzing starts, and I moan. He pushes his fingers back in, shoving the little vibrator against my g-spot.

"Please stop," I say desperately.

"Then tell me." His other hand tighten around my throat and I start to see black dots.

"Fuck. Fuck. I'm sorry, you are!! You are!!"

"I am what?" He smiles sweetly, turning up the vibrations. I try to move away from him, kicking and clawing, but the hand on my throat stops me.

"More dominant."

"Good." He pulls his fingers out, pulling my dress down. I breath heavily, still on edge, and he helps me down. I glare at him the whole time.

We walk out when I realize he hadn't taken out the vibrator. Just turned it off. Shit.

I walk towards the doors to leave, but he grabs my hand. "There's still a dinner, love. It was invitation only. We have to go."

I grit my teeth, and he smiles knowingly. Of course there's a fucking dinner. Why wouldn't there be.

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