Chapter 73

His command—so concise and vehement—reverberates through my entire being, and it’s all the more powerful because it’s the same thing he said in his Palisades apartment the day he told me I couldn’t fight my nightmares unless I relinquished control and submitted.

And that’s exactly what I do now.

I take him into my mouth—just a little at first—teasing and savoring him. I slide my mouth along his length, lick the head, then suck. I play with him, set a rhythm that makes his hands curl in my hair and hoarse moans escape his throat. And though we start with the illusion that I have some control over this moment, it proves to be just that—an illusion. Very soon I’m at his mercy, and instead of teasing him, Marcus is fucking my mouth, pushing deeper until I’m forced to focus simply to breathe, to take him, because I can’t pull away or set the pace—only submit to him and to this absolute intimacy.

The truth is, I’ve never really liked giving blowjobs, but this is differen