Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Frankie
P anic ignites every nerve ending as the leather pulls tight against my skin. My fears about fucking a serial killer mostly revolved around falling in love and getting ditched like my mother. Never once did I consider becoming one of their victims. I’m considering it now, though.
And I’m not against it.
Does being choked damn near to death sound like a good time? No. But neither did murdering people, and look what I’ve learned by trying new things. So I let him do it. I put my trust in him as he pulls back on the strap and stops the blood from traveling to my brain.
“How far can you arch that back before it hurts?” he asks, and the gravel in his voice makes my pussy clench. “Oh, sweetheart...that’s beautiful. Your pussy is so thick that it pokes between your thighs. It’s begging to be touched.”
His thumb drags through my slit as stars dance in front of my eyes. From the pleasure or the impending blackout, I can’t tell. Or care. I just live in this moment, enjoying the way the near-death experience heightens every sensation.
He releases the belt, and I drop back to the mattress, gasping for air. I could still breathe in that position, but my brain is so hungry for oxygen.
His arm glides beneath my stomach, and he raises my ass in the air as he steps behind me.
I brace for him to enter me, but the belt cracks against my ass again.
The pain bolts up my back, and I nearly collapse, but his soft kiss follows.
He traces the fiery welts with his tongue, blowing the damp spots to cool the burn.
“I want you inside me so bad,” I plead, knowing he won’t give me what I so desperately desire.
“This isn’t about you for once. Now be quiet. Good girls only speak when spoken to.” He cracks the belt on my ass again, but no gentle kisses follow this strike. I almost like it better this way. It feels as if I’m really in trouble.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, and I’m rewarded with the belt looping around my throat again. He snatches back, and I’m forced to look at the ceiling.
His hand caresses my cheek—on my face this time—before giving it a gentle slap. “Haven’t I focused on your pleasure enough? You’re being so selfish. Now it’s my turn.”
I want to cry out as he pushes inside me, but the sound leaving my throat comes out strangled and pathetic.
It’s kind of hot, not gonna lie. Allowing myself to be this weak and pitiful is a nice respite from always making decisions and having the control.
I’ve never understood women who wanted to be used, but now that I’ve been with a man I trust?
Bitches, I get it.
My mind disconnects as he selfishly pummels my pussy.
I’m no longer a woman. Instead, I’m every sensation in my body.
I’m every nerve ending, every sigh, every thread of pleasure.
He makes this possible for me, by giving me a safe place to let go and just fucking feel .
I don’t have to think. He’s doing that part for both of us.
Right before I black out, he releases the belt, and I collapse in a gasping heap. He tosses the belt to the side and grips my hips with both hands. Turning my head to the side, I watch as his neck cranes back, and I can barely breathe when I see the intense pleasure written on his face.
He looks down at me and smirks. His hand travels up my back, and he grips the back of my head, using my hair like a pull string. My scalp prickles with pain as he tightens his hold, and my back arches of its own volition.
“Fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Keep your ass just like that. Let me watch how your pussy devours me.”
His thumb gently rolls over my back entrance as he watches the disappearing act between my legs. I want to touch myself so badly, but I don’t think he’ll let me.
“May I please make myself come now?” I ask. “This feels so good, and I’m already so close.”
He releases my hair and pinches the sensitive skin of my thighs as he pulls me snug against him in a harsh thrust. “When you come, I can’t hold out anymore.
You’re a fucking goddess, Frankie, and when I hear those sweet sounds coming from that filthy mouth, my cock just wants to fill you.
I’m not ready for that yet, so no, you cannot come. ”
He pulls out of me and flips me onto my back, manhandling me in a way no one has dared try before. I gasp and look up at him, realizing for the first time that the control he had might be slipping. He smirks down at me, reveling in my genuine fear.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, and I shake my head. He places his hands on my knees. “We didn’t have much dinner, and I’ve worked up quite the appetite. Now spread your legs and let me fucking eat.”
He wrenches my legs apart—though I don’t put up much of a fight—and licks his full lips before lapping up the arousal dripping from my V to my A.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans before diving in again.
My hands move to his hair, but he swats my fingers away.
“Unless you want me to get the handcuffs, keep your hands above your waist.” He studies my chest. “Better yet, play with your tits. Pinch those beautiful nipples until I tell you to stop.”
My hands shoot to my chest because fuck being handcuffed. He can toss me around, spank me and choke me, but I draw the line at being bound in any way. I might only be exploring my upper limits, but some things we just know about ourselves.
As I pinch, tweak, and twist the sensitive nubs, Maverick drops his mouth to my pussy and groans.
His tongue feels almost cold against my needy heat, and the contrasting sensations send goosebumps over my skin.
Then he sucks my clit, and I lose all function.
My thighs quiver, and the orgasm knocks at the door.
He raises his head and slaps my pussy. “I said you couldn’t come. Don’t disobey me now, sweetheart. Fight it.”
Two thick fingers push inside me and tease the upper wall of my pussy. When his lips form a seal around my clit again, my soul evacuates my body. I fight the orgasm with every fiber of my being, but it’s a battle I can’t win. Not when he’s stroking that hidden place inside me.
But just when I’m about to topple over the edge, he pulls away and leaves me feeling empty and almost numb.
“Wait, no! Come ba?—”
My voice cuts off as the belt clamps over my neck. His hips push between my thighs, and his cock rests against my soaked entrance as he leans his weight into his hands on either side of my throat. The leather sinks into my skin, and I can’t breathe.
“Make yourself come now.” He smiles down at me, but the look in his eyes terrifies me as he whispers, “I won’t release this belt until you coat my cock in your pleasure.”
I didn’t have “orgasm or die” on my bingo card this year, but I’m not mad about it.
My hand moves between my legs, and I push the tip of his dick inside me. Realizing what I need, he thrusts forward until his thighs bump against my ass. My eyes squeeze shut as a pleasurable pain drives through my abdomen. Nodding, I move my fingertips to my clit.
“Oh, good girl,” he breathes as he thrusts in and out of me, all while keeping a dizzying pressure on the belt. “Touch yourself. Don’t stop until you milk me of everything.”
His cock jerks inside me, and I know he’s fighting the urge to fill me.
That thought pushes me over the edge. With a silent scream, I let go and fall.
My hands and legs do weird shit, and I have no control or care.
Does my O face look ridiculous? Doesn’t matter.
I don’t exist. I have been replaced by sheer intensity and explosion.
I rip my hand away from my pussy, afraid I’ll never stop coming if I don’t. I’m also slightly panicking because I kind of need to breathe soon. Maverick stares into my face as he continues pumping into me, but he hasn’t let up on the belt.
My hands fly to his wrists, and I peer into his green eyes.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I do .
My hands fall away.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and the pressure on my neck intensifies. As does my need to breathe.
A ringing sound fills my ears, and a white haze creeps over my vision, but I stay calm. Because I trust him. Despite knowing what he’s capable of, I also know I’m safe in his care. He isn’t like King or Castle. He won’t betray that trust.
His hips stutter, and heat jets inside me as he stalls.
The pressure in my head increases until I’m certain something will burst, but then he pulls the belt away.
My hands fly above my head, and I suck in air as he stands upright.
Though stands is a bit of a stretch, as he sort of totters in place before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Holy shit,” he groans as he flops onto his back. “That...was fucking incredible.”
I smile to myself and preen under the compliment. Same, dude. Same.