Chapter 33 Slade
Slade
Bane’s words send a shudder through me.
I believe him; God, how I believe his words and the fierce truth behind them.
But I’m not ready to bare my scars to him yet. However, I take his hands and place them on my chest, over my shirt and on the thick, ragged scars that run from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts.
Bane has already felt the ones on the back of my arms and along the right side of my spine, but now, I let him feel more. His eyes are wild with rage, and it settles something deep inside me.
Next, I place his hands on my forearms. His hands run over my shirt sleeves slowly, feeling what I keep hidden underneath.
“Where else?” he rasps, and I know he’s counting them in his head—six more to go.
I lift onto my knees and place his hands on my thighs, and he runs his palms down them. His touch is a soothing, healing balm that eases the burn of remembering how I got these marks.
Without needing to ask, his hands travel down the back of my thighs and my calves, but there are only scars on the left side.
Next, I take his hand and place it on my lower back on the left side—this mark travels down onto my glute.
Both of our breaths are ragged and harsh when I grip his hand and position it for him to feel the last one.
For this scar, I slip his hand inside my leggings. This particularly deep cut had left a nasty jagged scar that starts on my stomach and slices down the inside of my hip, then angles toward my pubic bone. He would have felt it if I had allowed him to put his hands down my pants to finger-fuck me.
His face twists like he’s in agony, but there’s no pity. No, his face is filled with a darkness that should terrify me, yet only makes me feel like I’m finally home.
“I’m not a good man, Slade.” His voice is gruff and deep, coming from the depths of his dark soul.
“I’ve used these hands to beat, cut, rip, and kill our enemies in order to protect the Havoc Guardians, our family.
And I’ll beat, cut, rip, and kill any of your enemies too, because they’re my enemies now.
Because you’re mine, baby. You’re my fierce, strong warrior. And I’ll never let you go.”
I'm torn between the need to flee from here to protect Bane and everyone, and wanting to melt into him so he never lets me go.
“Tell me what you need, Slade.”
“You.”
His smile is pure sin. “How do you want to use me for your pleasure?” He brushes his lips down the column of my throat, and I arch to give him more access.
It shouldn’t be such a turn-on that I’m using Bane for my pleasure, solely concerned with my own needs, but this is everything I’ve wanted, right?
I had never sought out a man to get me off—I like my orgasms too much, and there was no guarantee that they’d do what it took to get me there.
But Bane is here, offering, and even with dry humping him, I had my most powerful orgasm ever.
Maybe Bane has caused a sexual reawakening within me to the extent that it’s on hyper-drive, or maybe because with him, I know that my pleasure is his top priority.
Or maybe it’s something else entirely that my lust-drunk brain can’t process right now.
“Yes.” I openly admit that I want to use him for my pleasure. Then, and I’m not sure why, except that it causes my pussy to clench as intensely as when he talks dirty, I say, “Yes, daddy.”
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he growls.
“Can I have an orgasm first?”
He bites my chin, but I don’t pull away, finding that I like the feel of his teeth on me, causing that small flash of pain before he licks it away.
“Mark me,” I whisper, sounding as needy as I feel, and squirm, needing his hand to do more than just sit there within my pants.
He pulls away, a wicked grin curling his full lips. “You don’t know the full extent of how I want to mark you. But for now, this will do.”
His mouth falls on my neck, and he bites down again. I arch, pressing him closer with the movement and using one hand to grip his cut to pull him to me as I thread my other hand through his hair.
When he finally shifts his hand and goes lower, I feel his thick finger run over my slit. “So fucking wet. Does my girl need more? Does she want daddy to finger-fuck her?”
My eyes roll back in my head, not understanding this newfound kink he’s unleashed in me…nor do I care, though. “Yes. God, yes.”
“God isn’t here, Slade,” he says darkly. “And he won’t approve of the filthy fucking things I plan to do to you. I’m your god now, so keep your eyes on me.”
I open my eyes and immediately fall into the dark fire of his. Then he’s pressing his thick finger inside me, and my walls clench. The pressure stings a bit, and I realize he didn’t put just one finger inside me but two.
He stops, his face shocked at the resistance despite my slick wetness. His throat moves up and down as he swallows.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His gaze tracks to mine, a gleam shining through and replacing the shock. “Are you a virgin?”
“Not…technically. I’ve used a vibrator before.”
His fingers twitch inside me, then he withdraws one. He pulls the finger that’s still inside me almost completely out before he thrusts it back in, harder and harsher. My breath stutters, and something deep inside my belly coils tight, making pleasure ripple through me.
“Again,” I moan, eyes rolling back. “Again, and a-fucking-gain.”
“I’m going to finger-fuck you until you come.
” It’s not a statement; it’s a warning. One that I pay no attention to—not when he’s moving his finger in and out of me, and the lewd sounds of my wetness and moans are filling the kitchen.
“Then, when you’re ready one day soon, I’m going to bury my face in this perfect, magnificent cunt, and make you scream while you drench my face. ”
“Yes,” I gasp, and my hips buck as he finger-fucks me to a heaven I never knew existed.
After living in hell, and then my purgatory, for so long, this is a euphoric bliss I could never have imagined. It’s an addiction, and Bane is both my dealer and my drug of choice.
My walls clench, warning of the impending seize. For my pussy, it means my release is near. For the rest of my body, for my mind and soul, it signals the collapse of the walls I’ve erected around myself. After this, Bane will be inside, and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep him out ever again.
I grip him closer, my choice made. “Bane. Please.” I shake, needing everything he’s giving me and more.
He shifts his hand, keeping me on the brink of the cliff, teetering there but not allowing me to fall over, as he continues to move his finger in and out of me in the harsh, dominating way that is entirely who this man is.
When we do fuck—somehow, in my mind, it’s a certainty that we will—he will absolutely destroy me in the best way.
And I’ll beg and plead for him to do it.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he orders, sounding like he is, in fact, my god. My dark, all-consuming god.
And God, do I need to come.
“I’m….” I stiffen, right on the edge of falling. “Yours.”
“Good girl. Give me your screams.”
He slams his mouth onto mine, just as I erupt. I scream into his mouth as my world implodes first, then explodes in a violent outward blast.
I shake in Bane’s arms as heat and pleasure rip through me, and my core pulses, throbs, and convulses.
His arm bands around my back, pinning me to him, with his finger still buried inside me. He holds me like that until all the aftershocks have fizzled away.
When I finally sit up, he pulls his hand out of my pants and brushes the finger coated with my release over my lip before he presses it into his mouth and sucks it clean.
“You’re fucking delicious, and your pussy tastes custom-made just for me.”
I can’t stop staring at his glistening lips, framed by his scruff, and I want them on my still-needy pussy.
Unfortunately, Bane has other ideas. Such as feeding me, and unfortunately, it’s not candy.
He works around me in his lap—refusing to let me get up—and cuts the meat, then feeds me.
I feed him as well, making sure I give him as much of the salad as he makes me eat.
We stay like that in comfortable silence, with me continuing to feel everything and remaining in control of my demons while I do.
The food may nourish me physically, but Bane is the nourishment I seem to need emotionally and mentally.
I’m not sure what will happen when he’s no longer around, or when I inevitably have to leave. Because I can’t stay here long-term.
But for now, it’s enough.