To Beg Without Words

River’s POV

“I want you badly,” I whispered, my hand still pressed against him.

Daniel didn’t move.

He stood in the doorway, breathing slow and tight, like he was weighing something dangerous.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“Inside,” he said. His voice was low. Firm. Final.

I followed him in.

The door shut behind me with a soft click.

He didn’t touch me right away. He walked past me like nothing had happened, his back straight, shoulders tense. His voice stayed calm.

“Shoes off.”

I kicked them off quickly.

He turned to me, eyes sharp now, darker than I’d ever seen them.

“Jacket.”

I peeled it off. My hands shook, but not from fear.

From the heat.

The need.

I dropped it to the floor without thinking.

Daniel stepped close. His hand came up, brushing the side of my face—not soft, but slow. His thumb dragged across my lower lip, and I trembled under the weight of his stare.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he said.

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’ve been thinking about this. About you. For years.”

His hand dropped to my chest, palm flat over my heart. “You feel that?”

My heart was racing so hard I was surprised it didn’t shake the walls.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He leaned closer, his mouth near my ear. “From now on, I control everything that happens. You want this? You do what I say. Understand?”

A thrill ran through me—pure and sharp. I nodded again, but he tsked.

“Use your words, River.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I understand.”

“Good.”

He kissed me hard, one hand in my hair, the other grabbing my hip. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow. It was claiming. And I let him. I wanted him to.

I melted under his mouth, his hands, his voice.

He turned me around and pushed me gently, but firmly, against the hallway wall.

His hand reached around, grabbed both my wrists, and held them against the wall above my head. His grip was firm. His body pressed against mine, chest to back, and I gasped at the contact.

“Stay still,” he said.

I nodded, my breath shaky.

His free hand explored—running down my arm, across my side, slow and firm like he wanted to memorize everything. My skin lit up everywhere he touched.

I tried to turn my head, but he whispered, “Don’t move.”

I stopped.

His mouth found the back of my neck, kissing it slowly, and my knees nearly gave out.

“You have no idea,” he murmured against my skin. “How long I’ve tried not to want you.”

“Then stop trying,” I whispered.

He growled low in his throat, and I shivered.

He let go of my wrists and turned me to face him again. I stood there, eyes wide, heart pounding, waiting.

“Strip,” he said.

I obeyed.

Shirt first.

Then the rest.

Each piece felt like shedding another layer of fear. I stood there, bare, exposed, and his eyes moved over me like I was something sacred.

He didn’t rush.

He took his time undressing himself—rolling up his sleeves higher first, then slowly removing his shirt, revealing a chest I’d only ever dreamed of. Strong, smooth, powerful. His body was lean but toned, every inch of him looking carved from something dangerous.

He stepped close again, wrapping an arm around my waist. I drop to my knees, my eyes unable to move away from those beautiful blue ones.

I trail a finger over his cock through his pants, a barely there groan leaves his mouth encouraging me to move on.

In the past I never cared enough to want to pleasure them, I just laid there letting them use me, but strangely I find myself wanting to please this blue eyed stranger in front of me.

A small smile makes its way to my lips as I unbuckle his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down.

His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect. I tighten my palm on his cock this time a groan leaves his mouth.

“Touch me,” I said, breathless. His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking.

He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips.

“Do as you are told only then will I consider touching you.” he pauses, running his eyes over my body once more.

As if not satisfied a sharp sound fills the air as he rips my boxers apart. The move is so sudden, so hot it has me panting.

Deciding to listen to him, I take his cock into my palm as he groans loudly, throwing his head back.

That encourages me, using my thumb I rub his precum over his length and start stroking.

He thrust his hips into my palm urging me to move faster.

I have to use both my hands because of how big he is. The sight of his cock in my hands is so tempting I follow my urge and swipe my tongue over his top to taste him.

Not too salty or sweet, it tastes just right.

A deep groan leaves his mouth, “Fuck yeah. Take it in your mouth.” he urges. His breathing quickens.

I do as instructed, taking his whole tip into my mouth and suck. He bucks his hips causing him to slip deeper, making me gag.

“Breath through your nose, and fucking take more.” he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening tightening.

I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do.

My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like.

Swipe, suck, stroke.

I am not an expert in giving heads, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right.

His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my honeypot. My body jerks at the unexpected move.

“Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans.

I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm.

As if he senses it, his next words have me nodding in relief.

“I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and you are going to take it like a good fucking boy, yes?”

I nod, earning a grunt from his parted lips. He bucks his hip up, pushing his cock further into my throat.

It hits the back of my throat, “ Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good with that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock like a filthy whore.”

His dirty words go straight to my core. The heat in between my legs becomes too much and I start grinding on his leg.

“Look at you. Such a desperate little slut. You are dripping without me even touching you, you want me so bad you can't help but to grind my leg, eh?” he groans.

Blue eyes piercing into mine as I grind his leg, him fucking my mouth.

His legs tighten, he begins to thrust faster into my mouth, my throat squeezing him as he does.

“Fuck. You feel so good. I am about to cum, and you are going to take every damn drop of it like a good boy, yes?”

He doesn't give me time to respond as his hips move forward spilling into my mouth.

I swallow, loving the taste of him, the way he pulled away from the wall he leaned on while his cock entering deep to my throat as he spill more into my mouth, made my knees shake.

He kissed me again, deeper this time. More hunger. More heat.

His hands slid behind my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me like I weighed nothing, moving through the house like a man with a purpose.

He dropped me gently onto the couch. Hovered above me.

His hands held my face for a moment, eyes searching mine.

“I want to ruin every thought you’ve had about me,” he said.

“You already are,” I whispered.

He took his time.

Every kiss had weight.

Every touch had control.

He kept his body over mine, making sure I couldn’t move without feeling him everywhere. He gripped my hips, guided me how he wanted. Told me when to breathe. When to moan. When to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he said, voice like thunder wrapped in velvet.

And I did.

I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

Every second felt like too much and not enough. Every part of me burned.

I begged without words. I gave him everything. My trust. My body. My need.

And he took it all.

Pushed me to the edge.

Then pulled me back.

Again.

And again.

Until I was trembling beneath him, hands clawing at the couch, breath coming out in sharp gasps.

He leaned down, kissing me softer now, brushing hair from my face with the back of his hand.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.