Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Red
Her words, breathless-raw voice, and desperate hunger, which always unravel me, hit me like a freight train. She's still trembling in my arms, her ass cheeks flushed pink from the paddle, my teeth, and my hand. Her sharply pointed, red nipples continue to swell from the clamps I just released.
Fuck, she's beautiful like this, all broken open, trusting me to piece her back together, her eyes wild with need for more.
I'm sick for getting any enjoyment from this.
How can any man not look at her in this state and not feel aroused?
I ache for her. God, do I ache. My cock strains against my pants, throbbing with the desire to bury myself deep inside her tight heat, to claim her until she forgets every doubt, every whisper of shame planted in her head.
But I won't rush this. Not when she's teetering on the edge, her body still humming from the pain I granted her. It's pain she begged for and I delivered because I love her enough to give her what she needs.
It's a new world for me. I've never physically done anything to cause pain to a woman, whether they were dressed or naked. Yet something within Blue needs it. So I'd rather administer it than let her take matters into her own hands.
With me, she's safe. Somewhere along the way, I've come to accept there will be times she needs what I've just done to her. Hell, I told myself I didn't know if I'd ever use the toys I bought, but subconsciously, I knew I would.
I cup her face, my thumb tracing her tear-streaked cheek. I try to keep my voice level, even though arousal is building faster inside me. "You think you can handle me right now, Bluebird? After all that?"
Her pupils dilate. Her breath hitches into shorter bouts.
"Yes," she whispers, shifting closer, her naked body pressing against my clothed one. Her hips grind subtly against my thigh, seeking friction. "Please, Red. I need you to consume me. Make me hurt and high at the same time. Make me feel you everywhere."
Dirty little plea.
A jolt surges straight to my dick. I grip her chin, turn it, and force her to hold my gaze. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes. Hard." Her lips quiver.
"So hard you feel it for days?" I question.
She takes a choppy inhale of air and closes her eyes. "Please. I-I need it."
I lean into her ear. "Then I'll fuck you, sweetheart. I'll fuck you so hard you'll feel my dick in your chest. But you don't get to call the shots. You beg for it. You take what I give. Understand?"
She nods, her lips parting on a soft moan. "Yes, Dr. Mercer."
"Fuuuuck," I mumble.
"Own me, Dr. Mercer. Please. Declare that you own me and..." She turns to the side and blows out a slow breath of air.
Her words hang there, unfinished, trembling in the air like the last note of a song she's too wrecked to finish.
And her little taunt—"Declare that you own me and,"—followed by the deliberate turn of her head with that slow exhale…
It's pure Blue. She's begging without begging, daring me to fill in the blank she left wide open because saying the filthy parts out loud still make her cheeks burn even after everything we've done.
I slide my hand into her hair, firm enough to turn her face back to mine. Her glassy eyes, blown pupils, and parted lips wreak havoc on my body. My alter ego steps in and takes the reins.
"And what, Bluebird?" I murmur, thumb pressing against her bottom lip, parting it farther. "Finish your sentence. Let those filthy thoughts in your head come out."
She whimpers, hips twitching again against my thigh. Her nipples, still angry-red and swollen, brush my shirt with every shallow breath. "I... Oh..." She shimmies her chest against me and leans her head back, closing her eyes.
I lean in until my mouth ghosts the shell of her ear. "You want me to say I fucking own you? That every shivering inch of this pretty, marked-up body belongs to me? That your cunt, your ass, your tears, your screams are all mine to use, to hurt, to cherish, to ruin whenever I damn well please?"
A broken sound spills out of her. Her fingers claw at my shirt, trying to pull me closer even though there's nowhere left to go. "Dr. Mercer..."
Endorphins flare down my spine. I tighten my grip in her hair, just enough to make her gasp. "Say it," I order quietly. "Or I'll say it louder. I'll say it until the neighbors know exactly who this dripping little cunt answers to."
Her thighs clench around my leg. She shakes so hard, I can feel the aftershocks still rolling through her.
"Yours," she chokes out, voice cracking.
"I'm—fuck—I'm yours, Red... Dr. Mercer! All of me.
Please just…say it. Own me. Tell me I'm your property.
Tell me I don't get to decide anything tonight.
Tell me—" Her words fracture into a needy whine.
"—that I'm your toy and you're going to fuck me until I can't remember my name. "
Jesus Christ.
A slow, predatory smile curves on my lips. A high hits me, sharp and as fast as lightning. I slide my free hand down her spine, over the hot, tender skin I painted earlier, until I'm cupping one flushed ass cheek and squeezing hard enough to reignite every sting.
"R-Red," she stutters.
"Listen carefully, Blue," I say, my voice velvet-wrapped steel.
I fall into the role I never thought I'd be in, feeding a hunger I should be checking, but instead get dangerously lost in it.
"You don't belong to yourself anymore. You haven't for a long time.
This body—" I drag my palm up to collar her throat, possessively holding it, "—this heart, this wet, greedy cunt that's dripping down my thigh right now…
they're mine. You want to be my little fuck-doll?
My perfect, filthy Bluebird? Then tonight I'm going to fuck you raw, fill you until you're leaking me for days, and you're going to thank me for every brutal inch. "
Her eyes flutter shut. A fresh tear slips free. She barely gets out, "Please."
I kiss the salt off her cheek, then bite her collarbone hard enough to make her jolt.
"Oh God!" she cries out, her lids fluttering.
I growl against her mouth, "Now spread those pretty legs and show your owner exactly how desperate your pussy is to be filled."
She opens her eyes. The desperation from earlier is gone. A new one exists, and it's Blue when she needs to orgasm. She taunts, "I'm so wet for you."
"I know you are. You're a good patient," I praise, then loosen my tie.
She unbuttons my dress shirt. "Let me hurt for you...for me...for us, Dr. Mercer. Please. Let me hurt for us."
I rise, shedding my shirt in one swift motion.
Her wild eyes devour me, tracing the lines of my chest, my abs, down to the bulge in my pants.
She reaches for my waist and unbuckles my belt with shaky hands.
The leather whispers as it's pulled free.
She clenches her thighs, arches her eyebrow, and suggests, "You can use this on me?
" She arches her eyebrow and holds her breath.
I drag my knuckles over her cheek, stating, "I could. I could stripe your skin until you're sobbing, but there are other ways to make you sob, Bluebird."
She takes a deep inhale and swallows hard.
I point to the bed, commanding, "On your back. Spread those sexy legs wide. Show me how wet you are for me."
She obeys, scrambling onto the rumpled sheets, her body splayed out like an offering. Her pussy glistens, swollen and ready, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
The sight of her needy and open makes my cock twitch painfully. I ache to plunge into her, to feel her walls clench around me like a vise. But control is everything. So I strip off my pants and boxers. My erection springs free, hard and heavy, and pre-cum beads at the tip.
"I want to taste you," she claims.
I swipe at my arousal, then crawl over her, caging her in with my arms. I slip my finger in her mouth and pinch her nipple.
"Mmmm," she groans, sucking with pressure, arching into me.
I slide my shaft over her clit. "Fuck. Look at you, Bluebird. So fucking soaked. You love the pain, don't you? Love when I make it hurt just right." I dip my head, capturing one tender nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She arches off the bed with a cry, her hands fisting the sheets.
"Red! Oh God, yes..."
I bite down, lick, suck, and do it all over, making sure the sharp tug blends pain with her pleasure.
She gasps, her body bucks, but I pin her hips with one hand and mumble over her hot skin, "That's it. Feel that sting? That's me owning you." I switch to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same rough attention, my teeth grazing until she's whimpering, while her legs wrap around my waist.
She begs, her voice breaking, "P-please, Dr. Mercer. I-I need your cock. Please f-fuck me."
"Dirty words from my sweet girl," I encourage, then reach under her and massage her ass cheek.
"Oh, Dr. Mercer," she mumbles, then adds, "Harder!"
I press my thumb over the mark where I bit earlier. I growl, "What do you say?"
"Thank you!" she chokes out, then grabs my ass cheek and tries to push me into her.
I chuckle and grab her wrist. I pin it above her head and smirk down at her flushed face. "Not yet. First, you're going to come slowly for me." I lace my fingers between hers, keeping them near the headboard bars.
She lifts her head and kisses me.
I kiss her back, slide my other hand between her thighs, and glide two fingers into her slick heat. I mumble against her lips, "You're so fucking tight, Bluebird. My cock’s going to tear your pretty pussy apart."
An incoherent sound vibrates against my mouth. Her walls flutter around my fingers. I curl them, hitting a spot that makes her eyes roll, while my thumb circles her clit rough and unrelenting.
"Fuck, Red!" She thrashes, her nails digging into my shoulders, maybe drawing blood. The pain fuels me, mirroring what I give her and taking me by surprise. I bark out, "That's right, Bluebird. Scratch me. Mark me like I marked you."
She shudders harder.