The Arrangement 13 (6 page)

My nails claw into his ass as I rock his hips. Sean pushes in and pulls out, slowly at first. I suck him and push his hips harder toward me every time he pulls away. When he pushes all the way in, I suck in at the same time, and his length slips deep into my mouth and down my throat. Sean sighs and holds my head in place for a moment before pulling out. Then he does it again. Each thrust makes me wetter. I want to taste him and feel that hot, slick come pour down my throat. Sean presses deeper and faster, moaning as he does it. I think he’s going to lose it, but then he pulls away.
 

Sean’s gasping for air as he yanks my wrist and positions me without words. I stand against the back of the chair and lay down against the leather, facing away from him. Sean always has me facing away from him. One day, I hope he’ll want to see me while he rides me. For now, this is enough,
and it’s sexy as hell to feel like this. He controls me, commands me, and I like it that way.
 

Sean spreads my legs after leaning me over the edge of the chair. He rubs himself against my hypersensitive, slick skin before sinking deep within my silken core. At first he holds my neck down and rides me from behind, pushing long and deep. Each thrust shoots tingles through my body, and builds my need for him. I beg him for more and his hand leaves my neck and finds a wrist. Then his other hand does the same and he pulls my arms back behind me, lifting me from the chair so that my breasts hang in the air. I moan as he does it, feeling him touch me from within, rousing sensations that I’ve never felt before. Sean remains still for a moment and then starts to rock. His hips push harder and faster.
 

I cry out, begging him for more. “Please, Sean. Please.”
 

Until this point, he’s been holding back, controlling himself, and it’s totally
obvious the moment he lets go. His body slams into mine with more force, pushing his shaft deeper and deeper within me. His hands clutch my wrists like iron, yanking me backward toward him with each thrust. My breasts bounce as my hair flies. I glance up and notice Sean watching me in the mirror. Our gazes lock as his speed increases. Neither of us looks away.
 

I don’t think about what I look like or anything but how much I want him to come inside of me. I want that hot liquid to fill me and release me from my torment. As if he can read my thoughts I see the tension increase on his face. He pushes harder and faster, shoving deeper, until I lose it. My body reacts to his and there’s nothing gentle about it. I scream his name, coming hard, and feel the rush of my excitement dripping between us.
 

Sean growls, clutching my wrists harder, and slows his thrusts as he loses himself. I watch his face in the mirror as his eyes clench closed and he uses my body to sate his need. When I feel Sean’s
cock pulsing, his eyes open and he watches me. Slowly, he pushes in and holds himself deep within me.
 

We stay like that for a moment and it’s perfect, with both our bodies covered in sweat and locked together. I don’t want to move. I don’t want it to be over. Sean seems to read my mind, and we stay like that, watching each other in the mirror. When my arms begin to tremble and ache, Sean releases me and pulls out. I lay face-down on the chair and run the pad of my finger along a seam.
 

A moment later, Sean is there, crouching in front of me. “Miss Smith.”
 

“Mr. Jones.” I smile with a lazy sated grin.
 

He leans in with a devilish look on his lips that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Now that we’ve tried out the chair, I think it’s time to sample the box.” He stands and holds out his hand.
 

I giggle and sit up, not quite understanding him. Taking his hand, I ask, “Sample?”
 

“Yes, sample.” He takes my hands, sweeps me up in his arms, and twirls around. I shriek and cling to his slick, naked body, before he stops over the box. “First we need to fill it with something.”
 

“Do you mean me or the box, because I think you already filled me rather well.”
 

Sean kisses my nose and drops me. I fall the short distance into the packaging peanuts and yelp. When I look up at Sean, I stick my tongue out at him. “Very mature.” He finds his phone and asks, “May I?”
 

My heart skips a beat. I have no idea what he wants to do, but I say, “Yes.”
 

A boyish smile crosses Sean’s lips as he takes a picture. “One to remind me that the box can be as much fun as the present.” The corner of his mouth tips up and he laughs, before pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. It’s damp and laying in thick waves, almost as if it wanted to curl.
 

The moment is surreal. I’m lying in a box, surrounded by those earth-friendly packaging peanuts, half covered. My breasts are bare and my hair is over one shoulder. My body is still slick with sweat and the little pieces of foam are sticking to me.
 

As I lay there, breathing slowly, I twist a lock of hair and look up at him from under my lashes. My mind wanders into the future, of what it will be like to become this man’s wife. He bought me a sex chair for an engagement gift, and then this. I’ve never laid in a box naked before, and certainly not with someone watching,
and that’s what Sean does—watch. His eyes sweep over my bare curves, drinking in each one, savoring the glimpse as if he might not get another.
 

Every time I breathe my lungs fill and my chest lifts. His gaze drifts back to my breasts and lingers. His lips part like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. The phone remains in his hand, but he doesn’t take more pictures or record anything. Instead, he stares until he finally says, “Avery, there’s something I want to tell you.”
 

I feel so sated and serene. My mind is lost in Lustland and all serious thoughts are scattered. I extend my hand toward him, inviting him to join me. Sean steps forward and takes my hand, but that’s it. “Avery,” he tries again and I can tell that the conversation is going to wipe that look off his face, so I stop him. I want him to be happy and it’s so damn rare.
 

I won’t let the moment go. I can’t. “Close the lid.” I know those three words will stop him. It’s a total derailment and I
can see the mental train wreck on his face when I offer.
 

“What did you say?” his voice is a breath, barely audible.
 

“Close me in.” I take a deep gulp of air and bite my lips. The claustrophobic girl is asking to be locked in a box. I’ll be terrified, just the way he likes it. The offer is too great to pass up.
 

“You’re diabolical.” He doesn’t blink and I can tell he’s torn. Part of him does not want to do it to me, but the side of Sean Ferro that loves to dominate and instill fear is prowling, ready to pounce. I see that dark hunger in his eyes, the need that’s been evading him for too long.
 

“You know you want to do it. I won’t offer again. Close the box.” My lips part, and I breathe harder as my heart picks up the pace. If he closes me in, I’ll totally freak out. The corners of my lips twitch as if they wanted to smile.
 

Sean watches the movement, but says nothing. He stands over me and takes one
side of the box top and lifts it up before lowering it into place. My heart lurches inside as my hands tense at my sides. Our eyes are locked. It’s almost like I’m daring him to do it and I have no idea how long he’ll leave me in here. Even so, I don’t look away. My chin lifts slightly as I fill my lungs. Sean reaches across me and grabs the other flap. He lowers it slowly, increasing the effect of the shadows closing in around me. My pulse picks up as my eyes dart around the box. Suddenly, I want to jump up and stop him, but I don’t. I force myself to remain still, my eyes are glued to his.
 

Sean leans in close. When he speaks, his voice is so deep. “Last chance to bow out, Smitty.”
 

I love it when he calls me that. I shake my head. “I’m as twisted as you are, remember?”
 

“I know, and I love it.” His eyes are hungry, and I know how much he wants this—how much he needs it. I wonder why he hasn’t asked. I would have let him.
Before I can say another word, Sean closes the lid.
 

I’m fine.
I tell myself even though I’m already beyond nervous. There is a tiny shaft of light that slices through the darkness, so I know that there’s air in here, even though it doesn’t feel like it. I try to close my eyes and forget where I am, but I can’t. The foam peanuts remind me that I’m inside a tiny space with very little air. There’s no breeze across my skin, nothing.
 

My hands have found the sides of the box and just before I push on the lid, I hear a noise—tape. The seam of light across the top of the box disappears. I gasp and try to sit up as my palms splay against the top of the box. He wasn’t supposed to trap me in here.
 

Yes, he was. You knew he wouldn’t let you out. It’s part of the game.
 

Even so, I can’t stand it. I try to calm myself and lay back in the foam. I count my fingers and toes until each one is so
tense that I can’t tolerate it. I feel my mind unraveling. When I open my eyes it looks the same as when they’re closed. I can’t see anything. There’s not enough air. That’s when the panic rises up my throat and starts to wrap its fingers around my throat. I reach out and claw at the sides of the box and start kicking and thrashing. I call for Sean to let me out, but he doesn’t answer. The tape doesn’t rip away and the lid doesn’t open.
 

My chest constricts as my heart pounds harder, faster. Pressing my palms above my head, I push hard. When that doesn’t work, I try my legs. What the hell did he use to seal the box? The lid won’t budge. I call his name again and bang on the crate, but no one comes.
 

Gasping, I try to silence my fears, but I can’t. They control me, they choose my words, and the pitch of my voice. They make me say things and beg. I claw at the walls and throw the foam, but that only makes it worse. As the packaging peanuts slip over me, their jagged edges feel like
bugs and my mind flashes an image of a casket. That dream, the one where I’m buried alive, ignites behind my eyes as terror shoots through my veins.
 

I have no idea how long I’ve been in here, but I can’t separate rational thought from nightmares. I scream and feel beetle legs pricking my skin. They’re stuck in my hair and trying to devour me. The darkness drips with menace and a horrified scream rips from my mouth. My nails scratch at the cardboard as tears streak from my eyes.
 

The lid suddenly opens and I’m blinded by light. Before I have time to move, a body is on top of mine, naked and aroused. The lid closes behind him and the darkness covers me. Before I can scream, his hand covers my mouth. At the same time, he moves and slams his hard body against mine, forcing himself between my legs and inside of me.
 

I hear Sean’s voice in my ear, but it sounds like he’s a million miles away. As his hips pound against me over and over again, he makes guttural sounds every bit
as monsterish as he thinks he is. My entire body is tense, not welcoming, but that doesn’t stop him. Sean crushes into me, pushing deeper and harder with each thrust. His hand over my mouth makes me feel like I’m being suffocated, but the other hand, the one on my hips is gentle. Sean’s fingers glide along my skin, tracing the curve. The action stands in stark contrast to the rest of his behavior, but I can’t think. There’s nothing but blackness and death and I’m trapped, lost in a scream that never ends.
 

When Sean’s thrusts slow my eyes shoot open. I didn’t realize I’d been pinching them shut. I can make out the side of his cheek in the darkness. The sliver of light allows me to see just a little bit. Sean’s lips are parted and his eyes are shut. He’s lost, and I wonder if he knows he’s fucking me at that moment or if it even matters.
 

When he finally pushes into me one last time, it feels like I’ve been rubbed raw. He shudders as he fills me, and the
stinging abates when he pulls out. Sean releases his hold on my mouth and pushes the box open. Without a word he stands and steps out. He doesn’t look down at me, ask me if I’m all right, or offer his hand.
 

I lay there with the lid open and shiver, half seeing my dorm room ceiling and half blinking away images of the funeral home. I stared at the ceiling for hours when my parents died. I know every inch of that funeral home and one day it’ll be me laying there.
 

“Breathe.” The command breaks my thoughts and my eyes cut to the side. Sean is standing there naked, and staring down, like he can’t stand the sight of me.
 

I should hold my breath to spite him.
What happened?
A small logical voice in the far corner of my mind sounds out, asking the obvious question.
Why is he angry?
 

I don’t know.
 

I suck in air and Sean turns his back on me again. “Do you have towels?”
 

“They’re in the bathroom. Through that door.” I jab my thumb in the right direction and Sean disappears into the tiny room. I hear the water turn on. He doesn’t invite me in.
 

I lay in the box, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should ask him the questions floating through my mind. I don’t feel like moving. Actually, I want to cry. Why did I let him do this to me? I liked it at first, but not this time. What was different? I don’t understand, but I need to know.