Chapter 11 #3
‘What will you do when you can’t control yourself?’ I pushed harder as I pulled her onto me so that she straddled me.
She looked down at me, a depth that rivalled any look she had ever given me. ‘I’ll find you. I’ll lose myself in you. I’ll let you pull me back,’ she said before she looked up at the ceiling, a single tear trailing down her cheek.
I traced a finger up, wiping it away. ‘Good girl. I’ve always got you, V.
Now lose yourself in me. Let every doubt and fear go.
Give yourself fully to me. Brand yourself on my fucking soul and take me, in every possible way.
I want everything you have to offer. This right here, right now, is my consent.
Ruin me,’ I pleaded as my hips ground under her, beckoning her touch.
Leaning forward she kissed me gently. Exploring my mouth with her tongue. ‘I love you, Sunshine. You’re everything I could want and everything I will ever need.’
Before I could respond, she slammed two fingers into me and watched as my back arched off the bed and my mouth popped open in a soundless gasp. As my eyes widened, her lips smirked at my undoing. This wouldn’t be a fucking; this would be a claiming.
She pulled out her fingers, rubbing over my sensitive clit before delving back inside me, thrusting so deep I felt like she was searching for something and that’s exactly when she found it.
Her fingers curved inward and upward, brushing over that sweet spot inside me, sending a spasm throughout my entire body.
I curled in on myself, overwhelmed, but she dragged her fingers out again giving me a sweet reprieve.
Her other hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to focus on her, and not allowing myself to be lost to the pleasure that shot through me.
Her hand, gripping my throat, tightened as she slammed into me with her other fingers.
She pushed and pulled, in and out of me, in the perfect rhythm, then faster—never once stuttering as my orgasm crested.
Her grip on my throat tightened once more, so hard that my vision started to blur, but I held her gaze, showing her that I wasn’t afraid of her dark side.
That I knew she could never hurt me; she was only ever capable of giving me what I wanted, including that blissful balance between the two.
My nails dug into her skin until I felt the draw of blood under my fingers.
My back arched as a scream forced its way out of me and her groans took on an animalistic edge.
My body exploded with pleasure, and I kept screaming as she wrung out my pleasure.
She kept that same pace with her fingers until I was sobbing, begging her to stop, but not being able to quite verbalise it because I could feel another wave coming—which I didn’t think was possible—and I wanted to see how far she could push my body.
It was mere seconds until I was clutching at her, screaming once more. The black dots in my vision from the lack of air consumed me, and I passed out with V’s sinister smirk being the last thing I saw. If I died like this, I would die happy.
I gradually woke up feeling a tickle between my thighs. I went to close them or swat away whatever it was but they barely moved until I felt them forced back as leather dug into my wrists and ankles. My eyes shot open and there was V, laying between my legs, lazily licking me, coaxing me awake.
‘Where’s the line, Sunshine? What can I do to you?’ she asked as her hot breath shot thrills through my clit.
‘Everything,’ was my only response and all the permission and reconfirmation she needed to continue her exploration of my body and its limits.
She wasn’t him. In one blissful moment she erased the memory of what he had done to me—tied to that radiator—and now this was the only way I ever wanted to be bound, like this, with her.
We spent the next two days in bed as she fucked me to within an inch of my life, let me sleep, then fed me and fucked me again. By the end of it, I couldn’t walk.
Every trace of Jason vanished from my body and my soul.
V carried me to her bathtub and climbed in, nestling me onto her thighs.
I whimpered as her fingers trailed circles over my thighs.
I knew what she wanted and I didn’t know if my body could take anymore but yet I wanted it anyway.
She hesitated, then stopped, and that made me angry for some unspeakable reason.
I didn’t want her to ever hold back from me. I wanted everything, always.
I slid my fingers behind my back and between her legs, catching her so off guard that she bucked in surprise under me. In the last two days, she didn’t let me offer her any release; instead, she had gotten herself off while I climaxed when it got too much for her to bear.
Now that the claiming was over, it was time for me to seal the exchange.
My finger rubbed over her clit in slow circles with a firmness that had her hips chasing more. I threw my head back against her shoulder and breathed heavily in rhythm with the energy that pulsed between us, writing on top of her like I did that first night at the club.
‘Fuck, Sunshine,’ she gritted out.
I slid a single finger inside of her, going in easily thanks to the water. At this angle I couldn’t thrust in and out of her, but as I slid out and palmed her clit I pushed another two fingers inside. Her gasp at the sudden fullness made my own legs tremble in desire.
I stroked my fingers inside her, curving them deeply, until she bucked again, telling me I had found it. My body writhed over her in time with the way I fucked her. Water sloshed around us and splashed onto the tiles but I just went harder and faster.
Her breathing grew ragged as she gripped the edge of the tub, holding back. Always holding back, trying to be in control.
Pulling her hand off, I dragged it down my breast, squeezing before I pushed it between my legs and pushed her fingers inside of me.
She matched my rhythm as she plunged inside of me, staying there with three of her own fingers.
She matched my strokes and it wasn’t long until our pants turned into moans and I was having to grip the tub with my own free hand.
This was everything—the moment we both lost ourselves to each other.
The separation between us dissolved in the water as our bodies turned into one writhing mess.
We were an extension of each other as every muscle, breath and stroke moved in unison—so did our screams.