20. CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY
M ICAH
I’m losing my mind.
And it’s all her fault.
Carly rips her mouth away from mine and then her tongue on my pulse sends it skittering. A moan melts out of my mouth as my head drops back. She’s not soft or gentle with either. She nips and bites as she suckles my neck, her nails scoring my shoulders.
She leaves no hint as to the fact that she wants me. Badly.
How can she still want me? I capture her lips again, nipping ferociously at my hunger, pulling it back into mine. I kiss her hard and long until pressure builds in my chest. No chance to breathe here. No chance to escape.
She knows what a fraud I am now. Knows the entire disgusting backstory. And yet she’s still here, consuming me like I’m her favorite meal.
The feeling, the emotion piercing through me is indescribable.
Yet, I shove it away, focusing on the lust instead.
I decide she’s enjoying herself far too fucking much.
After that stunt she pulled, she needs a little punishment with her pleasure. And something tells me she just might enjoy that punishment too.
I pick her up and spin her around, carrying her into the bedroom. She holds on for dear life, attacking every piece of my skin with her mouth, and her hands while I try to maintain my sanity enough to find the fucking bedroom that is right in front of me. I grit my teeth when her tongue locates my nipple. As she surrounds it with wet heat, my cock jerks and weeps from need.
I ignore it, forcing thoughts of my own desire from my mind. If I focus on that right now, I’m going to lose it. Better I focus on her, and what she needs.
The minute I walk through the doors, I toss her onto the bed. She releases a sharp breath as she bounces on the mattress, and I grab her legs, tugging her closer. Her eyes meet mine, questioning, desiring. Her hands reach for me again, trying to pull me back, to use me to sate that ferocious need raging in her eyes.
And God almighty, there’s nothing I want more than to be the object that slakes her lust.
Except maybe to be the one to stoke it even higher.
I bend over her to grasp both her wrists and hold them above her head. Then I single-handedly undo and tug off my belt, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Intensity blazes from her gaze, and it only gets worse when she realizes what I intend to do. As I begin to wrap the belt around her wrist, her mouth falls open, and breaths pass quickly through her lips in short pants.
It gets worse when I tie her bound hands to the metal rungs of the headboard.
Then, I slide my hands down her arms, watching the goosebumps break out over her skin, admiring her soft shivers at my touch.
So beautiful. Such a tigress, but at the same time a soft pussy cat.
She swallows as she watches me, waiting, wanting.
“Do you remember what the safe word is?” I whisper.
Her mouth falls open again and only a single breath passes. At first, I think that means she doesn’t remember. But then she finally admits in a voice tight and airy, “Banana.”
“Good.” I grin wickedly, as I admit to her, “I’m going to torture you now, Carly. Put you through sheer misery. I’m going to make you cry and feel like you’re on the brink of insanity. I’m going to edge you until every part of your skin feels like an exposed nerve. I’ll take you to the peak and force you back and take you there again. And until you say that word, I’m not going to stop. Understood?”
Her pants get faster, her chest rising and falling desperately. She nods frantically. The rise and fall of her chest brings my attention to her nipples, puckered against the fabric.
That looks like a great place to start.
I can’t fucking wait.
I lower my head and let the tip of my tongue just barely graze the point pushing against the fabric. She gasps, shoulders shaking as she drives upward but then I pull back and meet her gaze again.
“If you move…” I say, spanking her ever so slightly on her pussy. It’s a pat more than anything, not even enough to sting but the gasp she lets out is explosive, hinting as to how much she loved that.
I lift the skirt of her dress, revealing her silky panties, soaked in the middle, with a hint of a protrusion at the top.
“Oh, baby.” The groan rips out of my chest. “You have the prettiest pussy in the world.”
I almost lose control of my breathing then. Even covered with panties, it’s a thing of beauty so seductive it beckons me.
I fight to look away but I can’t.
“It tastes even better,” she whispers in a breathy voice. Her legs open wider in invitation, her thighs trembling with the strength of her desire. Shit, she knows just what buttons to push.
She knows how much I crave her taste.
And God knows I want to take her up on the offer. I want to bury my face into her pussy and drink in her honey until I can no longer think straight or even breathe.
But then I don’t want this to end so quickly.
The point of this is to teach her a lesson, before giving her sublime pleasure.
“You were supposed to do something today,” I tell her, shifting back into position. I stare hard at her nipples. They seems to respond to my gaze, growing even more engorged. “Something you promised me you could do. And yet you failed.”
“I was–” Her breathing pauses as I lift a finger, skimming over the top. She bites out a moan, but she manages to resist pushing her breast into my touch this time. “I was trying to help.”
“Did you think I needed help?” I continue smoothly, circling over her nipple, watching the agony scatter her breathing patterns and make her toes curl. “Did I look like I needed protection?”
It takes a while for her to answer, for her brain to work.
“No,” she finally manages in a strained voice.
“No?” I meet her eyes, telling her what I want. “Who are you talking to right now?”
She seems to get it almost immediately. Swallowing with her flushed face, and hazy eyes, she says, “No, sir.”
Oh fuck, that almost made me come right there.
I want her to say it again, and then I want to come on her face, on her skin, on her tongue.
I want her to come all over me too.
“Good girl.” I lean down and replace the finger with my tongue, savoring her broken cry as I trace circles around her nipple. I add a little more pressure as I go along, wanting to reward her and myself for good behavior. And then finally, I draw the point in between my teeth and roll it.
At the same time, I slide my hands over her panties, rubbing around her clit, feeling my cock ache with need as she mewls for me.
“Please!” The plea burst out of her lips. My mind splinters and my cock aches from hearing it. “Please.”
I force myself to laugh even though I want to beg too. I’m dying to give her release. My cock is a rod of pain aching for her sweet warmth.
But I’m going to torture the both of us some more before we get to the end.
“This is only the beginning,” I tell her. “And you’re going to beg me a lot more than that by the time I’m done.”
And it’s true.
She does beg a lot more times than that.
But the torture never stops.
Time fades to nothing, as I continue the light, teasing touches, the almost kisses, taking her closer and closer to the edge, before patting her on the pussy and watching her entire body jerk and shake. Right as she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, I let her go, holding back for a few minutes until she calms down.
Only to start all over again. Over and over. Driving us both wild. We become sensitive creatures, no longer able to use words. We breathe into each other’s mouths when we kiss, and we communicate only through moans and eye contact.
We lose pieces of ourselves to each other. She becomes my slave bending to my every touch. I become her slave, denying myself for her pleasure.
And then finally, after what feels like hours, I slide my finger into her pussy, and bite my lips as a rush of pure bliss hits me like a drug.
She’s fucking soaked.
I can’t help but explore, thrusting my finger inside, making her cry out and move into my hand. She shakes like she’s on the verge of coming but I pull out and watch her sob and beg. Then I take her lips in a violent kiss as her body arcs and tries to find mine, tortured by her own need.
Yet I deny it. The same way I deny her release.
I do it again and again, back and forth, push and pull. I laugh madly, resisting every voice screaming in my head to just fucking take her already!
Until I rub her clit for the thousandth time and pull back too late. A small mini orgasm ricochets through her body. I groan as I watch her purr and hiss, her eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure so intense it probably feels like pain.
Then I finally give into the urge to kiss her again, fireworks exploding in my mind as I drive my fingers inside her, extending the orgasms, and making her shout loud enough to bring the walls down around us.
“Yes!” she screams. “Oh, Micah, fucking yes! It’s so fucking good!”
The first orgasm doesn’t stop. It bleeds into the second, as I keep thrusting into her pussy. She screams loud enough to wake the dead.
I love it.
I keep her going.
Her essence pools all over my fingers, making a mess of the both of us. It seems to go on forever.
And then, as though her body gives up, she finally slumps in the bed.
The only indication that she hasn’t passed out is that her eyes are still open, unseeing, cloudy with need.
Only then, do I finally take my own pleasure.
Or I take whatever the fuck this is because it no longer even feels like just pleasure anymore. At this point, my cock is red and angry and feels on the verge of a painful explosion. I’ve ignored it for so long, disconnected it from my mind, that plugging back in feels like waves of biting heat rushing through my body. An urgent need to release pulses in my brain. My hands shake when I put my cock to her pussy.
Sweet slicks down my back as I push. Pain and pleasure scorch my mind, my cock growing impossibly harder.
I might die from thi s, I realize incredulously. This might be how I go.
But I can’t stop. Her limbs shakily wrap around my waist. She bites her lips and moans, words garbled.
“Oh, God.” An animalistic groan escapes from me. I’m not going to last. I barely know how to breathe.
Please, God, let me take this slow. Let me not embarrass myself again.
But the minute I seat all the way in, she gasps, her pussy ripples around me in a silent orgasm. And so I let the madness completely consume my mind.
“Hey, hot stuff.”
I barely glanced at the woman who followed me onto the empty yacht deck. It’s a week later and I’m in Cannes, watching the sunset over vast oceans while the party goes on behind me. I’m supposed to be joining in. But instead, I’m over here enjoying the scent of the salt and sea, feeling the wind on my face.
Carly flew back to Laketown without me, and I flew straight here.
I’ve been ignoring everyone’s calls ever since. My grandfather. My father. They’ve probably reached out to my mom too, even though she hasn’t spoken to anyone since her sabbatical started. The radio silence from the woman who raised me used to bother me, but I don’t resent it anymore.
I understand her completely.
I don’t feel like talking to anyone right now either. I didn’t even want to party but I needed a distraction. Cannes has always been that for me.
But it’s not doing its job today. After a few hours of pretending I can’t stomach it anymore. Because it’s not adequately distracting me from the fact that the one person I do want to hear from hasn’t sent a word to me.
Carly hasn’t spoken to me since that day. Even after we had sex, and she fell asleep in my arms, I woke up later to find her putting her clothes on silently before requesting that she wants to go back home. We left New York City in strained silence and since then... nothing.
And it’s driving me insane.
How does she detach so easily? How could we have sex that intense and she just leave like it’s nothing to her?
What’s driving me even more insane is that I can’t figure out why I care so much. The deal was a bust. My grandfather will never approve of her now. I should forget all about her and maybe think about someone else I can use to convince my grandfather.
But instead, all week my mind has been filled with fucking Carly Huntley.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?”
I turn and consider the woman. I don’t recognize her but she’s pretty enough. Tall, svelte. Blonde. Of course, my grandfather would never approve of her for marriage, but she’s a good candidate for a few hours of distraction.
But even as I have the thought, my body does not rise to the occasion. Some disgust even echoes in my mind.
Nothing about me wants to be with this woman today. I don’t want to be with anyone else right now either.
And I cannot for the life of me figure out why.
“Sorry,” I tell her. “I’m afraid I’m not good company today.”
“Are you sure?” She crosses her arms underneath her chest, in a way that shows off her perfectly perky breasts. They really are nice. It would be great if my body gave a fuck.
“Yes,” I sigh and turn back to the ocean. “I’m sure.”