Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
ABIGAIL
Ihad lost all sense of myself, but I didn’t care. I enjoyed letting go just now. Everything in my life was spiralling. Nothing felt real anymore, but this, what we’d just done, was so real. Raw and untamed. I loved it. I loved feeling wild.
The game he’d made me play, making me study his body, had been the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life.
It didn’t matter that when I eventually found his nickname tattoo, which was on his wrist despite him urging me to go lower, I was still left puzzled.
Because I’d discovered something much more exciting.
The tattoos were hot. So sexy. But the piercings?
Oh. My. God. They sent me spiralling into another level of crazy freak.
When I saw them, I wanted to feel those piercings so badly.
When he urged me to touch him, I felt like the floodgates had opened.
But touching wasn’t enough, I wanted to taste.
And boy did he taste good.
Who was this girl that turned into a freak for a man who always seemed to appear out of nowhere and steal the breath from my lungs?
I couldn’t deny though, I liked how bold and sassy she could be. The old Abi had endured enough, fitting into the roles she had to play, the boxes she needed to fit to be the person everyone expected her to be.
But he didn’t expect anything.
With him, I could let go. So what if he was an enigma?
A bad boy full of mystery with stormy eyes and a darkness that covered him like a shroud he wore with pride.
Sometimes, it was healthy to try new things.
To push yourself outside of your comfort zone.
Don’t get me wrong, I still had my guard up.
Someone was out to get me. But it wasn’t him. He’d chased that demon away. Literally.
“Not a lot surprises me these days,” he said with a wicked smirk. “But you, Abigail Walters, surprise me every time I see you.”
“There isn’t a lot that surprises me, but I’m slowly learning that with you, anything is possible.”
He liked that answer. I could tell by the way his eyes sparkled, like he had a whole world of surprises and tricks to show me, and he couldn’t wait to get started.
We stood in the darkness of my living room, the gentle hum from the night outside and the panting of our breaths were the only thing I could hear.
The intensity of his eyes boring into mine as he stood in front of me in all his tattooed glory was all I could see.
But in my mind, I was torn. I had just taken a leap of faith.
I’d done something I didn’t usually do and let myself go. But was this all a game to him?
“Is that what’s happening here?” I asked, holding his gaze to try and read anything I could in his eyes as I held his wrist in my hand. “Is this just a game you need to win? Are you playing games with me, Isaiah?”
I couldn’t read him, but as I moved my hand, he reached out to stop me.
“I like to win; I won’t lie about that. But this isn’t a game. It’s so much more.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s finding out that the chase might be a thrill, a temporary high, but catching the prize and keeping it, that’s the ultimate goal.”
“You see me as a prize?” I questioned, wondering if the burn was worth it, because I didn’t want to crash if I wasn’t going to survive.
“I see what we’re doing right now as a prize. Don’t you?” he replied.
His nostrils flared as he leaned forward, not waiting for my response but forcefully putting his hand at the back of my neck to pull me to him.
With his lips a whispered breath from mine, he said, “And I think it’s time you had a taste of what it’s like to win.”
He crashed his mouth to mine, kissing me in such a dominating and powerful way, I wanted to submit to him. No one had ever come into my life and taken charge like he had. It was new, exciting, and I wanted to ride this feeling. Find out where this strange relationship might take me.
His lips moved against mine, claiming me as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting and moaning as we held each other, our hands desperate to explore.
His hands held me captive, pulling me to him as he squeezed my ass through my sweats.
And I clung to his shoulders, then moved to his back, my fingers digging into his skin in desperation.
He pinned me to the wall, grinding his hips against me, his hardness rubbing against my clothes. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I felt the familiar throb and ache. My body wanted him, needed him, and so did I.
He pulled his lips away from mine but kept his face close, as he gasped, “Bedroom. Now.”
It wasn’t far for us to go, and we stumbled towards the door, lost in breathless kisses, and an overpowering need to devour each other.
Once inside, I moved backward, and then as I felt the backs of my legs touch the end of my bed, he took a step back.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded.
I did as I was told and sat on the edge, then crawled backwards until I was closer to the top.
I waited for him to say something, but he just stared, the hint of a smile on his wicked lips as he looked at my legs, then moved his gaze higher and higher until he was staring right at me.
“I think it’s time for another game.”
I could barely breathe, my heart was pounding as I watched him at the end of my bed, naked, his pierced cock standing to attention.
“What did you have in mind?” I managed to reply, nerves spiking as I willed him to climb onto the bed with me. To touch me. To do things to me that’d make me feel alive again.
He tilted his head, and then the hint of a smile he’d been wearing turned into a full-blown grin. “Most people would call it Simon Says, but I don’t want to hear another man’s name in this bedroom, so we’re gonna call it I Say.”
I grinned back at him, my stomach in knots of anticipation as my pussy fluttered at the realisation of what was about to happen.
“And what do you say?”
“I say you need to take your fucking clothes off and show me your body.”
He wasn’t messing around. He was jumping right in there, and I was all too happy to put the nightmare of my night behind me and jump in right along with him.
I pulled my hoodie up and over my head, throwing it to the floor and shaking my ruffled hair out.
“Keep going,” he urged, and I gave a low laugh.
“You didn’t say the magic word.”
He nodded with that wicked grin. “I say keep going.”
I reached around to unhook my bra, and then I pulled it off, my skin prickling as I heard him quietly gasp.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hummed, and I kept going, heat burning my skin, flames licking at my core as I put my fingertips into the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down my legs.
I felt the potency of his gaze on every inch of my skin, scorching a trail of desire that I wanted to drown in as I sat on my bed.
“I said you need to take it all off,” he growled, and the way he spoke with such dominant command made me do exactly that. I pushed my panties down my thighs slowly, tantalising him with the promise of what he wanted to see.
He held his cock in his hand and gave it a few slow pumps as he stared at my legs.
“Such a good fucking girl. Now, do as I say and open your legs wide. Show me that pretty pussy.”
I lifted my knees and slowly opened up to him, feeling the cool air on my soaked pussy as I opened wider.
“More,” he said, and I shook my head and tutted. “I said wider,” he commanded, and his eyes took on a demonic glow as he stared intently at my pussy. “I want to see everything.”
I opened wider, letting my knees drop, my pussy lips glistening as they parted a little.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he groaned, and I sat there, on show for him, desperate for him to move onto the bed. My pussy was aching to be licked, touched, fucked.
“Touch yourself,” he said, and I reached down to slide my fingers through my pussy, but he clucked his tongue and said, “I didn’t use the magic word. Your hands don’t move until I say so.”
I put my hands on my stomach and waited. I waited as he stood still and tortured me, until every second felt like a minute. And then, speaking so slowly I almost groaned, he put me out of my misery.
“I said put your fingertips on either side of your pussy lips and pull them open for me. I want to see everything.”
I did as he said, my fingers pulling me open, baring myself to him.
“Do you want me to fuck myself with my fingers?” I asked, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. Give me a minute to enjoy this.”
He stroked himself as he stared at me, holding myself open for him, then in a gruff voice he said, “Show me how you get yourself off. I want to see your fingers circling your clit, rubbing it, and then show me how you use your fingers to fuck that tight little hole.” He paused and added, “I say, and you do, got it?”
I nodded and then focused on his face as I started to stroke my fingers along the wetness of my pussy, soaking my fingertips, and then circling my clit.
The way his skin flushed and his breath hitched as I rubbed and stroked my clit made the flutters in my core build faster and stronger.
I couldn’t help letting out low breaths of pleasure as I lay back a little, propped up by the pillows behind me as I rolled my fingers over my sensitive nub, my hips rocking as I coaxed the sparks and aches to build in their intensity.
“So fucking sexy,” he moaned, stroking his cock as he enjoyed the show I was putting on for him.
My fingers played in places I wanted him to be, to touch, to stroke, to lick, to fuck hard and fast and make me fucking scream.
I was close to orgasm, and I pushed a finger inside my pussy, stroking my walls as they started to throb and contract.
I pressed the heel of my palm against my clit and rocked my hips against my hand, fucking myself as I started to moan louder.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savouring the strength of my impending orgasm, willing the sensations to last forever.