Chapter 15 #2
“Finley would have given you mediocre sex, Annie. A few clumsy thrusts, a polite apology, and zero release. You were willing to settle for that just to spite me. But I’m incapable of mediocre.
I’m going to give you the best sex of your fucking life.
But release?” His smile turned into something cruel.
“You’re not getting that. Not from me. Not tonight. ”
He dropped to his knees and I tensed as he gripped my thighs and forced them wider. The cool air hit my pussy, but it was immediately replaced by the heat of his mouth. With the first swipe of his tongue, a high, thin sound tore from my throat.
I was used to men who treated pussy eating like a chore.
Men who hesitated, who approached me with polite, obligatory licks, waiting for me to tell them to stop.
Cipher ate me with a terrifying, single-minded focus.
His hands went to my ass, locking me against his mouth.
He sucked me hard, a wet pressure that felt like it was pulling my soul out through my clit.
It was borderline painful and it was the best fucking thing I had ever felt in my life.
“Fuck,” I sobbed.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. It was a masterclass in pussy eating. I tried to arch into him, to grind myself against his mouth harder.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me.” I felt him smile against me. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Bishop? Dripping all over my chin while you’re strapped to my bed.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in a relentless rhythm that pulled the tension painfully tight in my stomach.
The world narrowed down to the wet sounds of his mouth and the agonizing build of pressure.
I hovered right on the precipice, my muscles seizing as the orgasm threatened to break.
He stopped and pulled his mouth away.
“No!” I cried out, twisting against my bonds.
He smiled savagely at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
I swore at him as my orgasm moved further from my reach.
Then he dove back in. This time, he shoved two fingers deep inside me.
The stretch was perfect, filling the empty ache while his thumb joined his tongue in a brutal assault on my clit.
The climax rushed at me twice as fast. I arched my spine, chasing the release, begging for it. He ripped his fingers out and abandoned my clit just as the first wave of pleasure tried to crash over me.
I snarled. Enraged and completely out of my mind, I kicked out at him with my foot.
He caught my ankle effortlessly and shoved my legs further apart.
He buried his face between my thighs again. No fingers this time. Just his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth scraping lightly against my swollen flesh, dragging me right back up that impossible cliff to leave me dangling over the edge once more.
He denied me again and again. By the fifth denial, I was so desperate, I clamped my thighs together, trying to force the climax out of my body from the pressure of my legs.
Cipher shoved my legs wide. Before I could even process what he was doing, his hand came down hard.
Smack.
I squealed from the sharp sting of his palm striking my pussy. He kept his hand pressed firmly against me.
“Did you just fucking smack me?” I asked, shocked.
His eyes were flat and pitiless. “I told you, Annie. You’re not permitted to come.”
The arrogance of him snapped whatever fragile tether of obedience I had left. I gritted my teeth and forcefully rolled my hips forward, trying to grind myself against the heel of his hand.
Smack.
He struck my pussy again, harder this time. The sting flared across my hypersensitive nerves and a desperate moan ripped from my lips. Fuck. It felt good. The sharp bite of pain a perfect counterpoint to the ache between my thighs.
Cipher arched a dark brow, catching the exact moment my body melted into the sting. He gave me a wicked smile.
“You liked that,” he crooned.
I shook my head, desperate to deny the twisted craving spreading throughout my entire body. I would do anything for the sharp sting of his palm.
Cipher dragged his thumb directly over my clit and I cried out as my pussy clenched around empty air.
“Don’t bother lying to me,” he whispered. “The perfect, untouchable Alliance pet is a filthy little masochist.”
He lifted his hand, pulling the warmth away with it. I arched my back against the bedpost, silently begging him to touch me again. To hurt me again.
His smile widened as he raised his hand, giving me a single second to anticipate the impact.
Smack.
He hit me a third time, and in the exact same second, he drove two fingers inside me.
I screamed. My walls clenched around his fingers, milking him. Tears spilled over my cheeks. I was openly weeping, thrashing against the leather belt binding my wrists.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, let me come. Please.”
“Are you honestly looking for mercy from me?” he whispered. “You should already know I don’t offer mercy. I offer ruin.”
I whimpered as he slowly dragged his fingers out of me, leaving me empty once more.
Cipher took a step back and worked the buttons on his shirt. In one fluid motion, he slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it aside.
I stopped thrashing, transfixed. The man was a goddamn masterpiece of genetics.
Six-foot-six of enhanced muscle mass that looked like he was carved from marble.
Linear tattoos traced his physique, mapping across his chest, ribs, and arms. He looked like a weapon that had been carefully, beautifully created to destroy everything in its path. Including me.
His hands dropped to his waist. He shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs and kicked them away.
Holy fuck. I had jerked him off in the garden, so I knew he was big. My hands had already traced the weight of him. But feeling him in the dark was a different reality than actually looking at him.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, stroking the length of it as he took a step toward me.
“You are going to take every single inch of this, Annie.” His voice dropped into a filthy growl that scraped right against my nerve endings. “I’m going to bury myself inside your tight little cunt and stretch you out until you’re sobbing my name, begging me to fuck you harder.”
He reached up and unbuckled the belt binding my wrists to the post. My arms felt heavy, the blood rushing back into my fingertips. I slumped forward, my hands falling flat against the hard expanse of his chest to catch my balance.
The tattoos inked across his pectoral muscle suddenly flared beneath my palms and I blinked, not sure what I’d just seen. But a faint, luminescent silver light pulsed from the lines.
“What are these?”
“They’re an interface system,” he whispered, staring down at my hand where it rested against him. “For my suit. They connect the armor directly to my body.”
I stared at the lines bleeding light between my fingers. “Are they supposed to light up like this?”
“No.” His brows came together causing a small crease to form between them.
The silver light chased my fingertips, illuminating the ink wherever my skin made contact. Cipher sucked in a sharp, hissing breath the second my fingers crossed the dense intersection of lines directly over his heart.
I yanked my hand back, thinking I had hurt him.
He caught my wrist and placed my palm back over his heart. His eyes slid shut, his jaw clenching hard as the lines flared brilliantly under my skin.
Beneath my palm, I could feel the pounding of his heartbeat, but beneath that was something more, a subtle vibration coming directly from the ink.
Hesitantly, I reached out with my free hand. I pressed my fingertips to a thick line of ink tracking over his ribs, watching the light as Cipher shuddered.
“What does it feel like?” I whispered.
Cipher swallowed hard. “I can feel you, Annie. I can feel your touch inside me.”
A wild, reckless urge came over me. I leaned forward, parted my lips, and dragged my tongue directly across the line over his pec.
Cipher’s eyes flew open. The luminous, terrifying silver was eclipsed by the dark of his pupil. A monster lurked beneath that gaze.
His hands took my face as he crushed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss that tasted like bourbon. He yanked my naked body flush against him, eliminating the sliver of space between us.
When he groaned, I opened my eyes and gasped into his mouth. Everywhere my bare skin pressed into his—my breasts flattening against his chest, my stomach flush with his abdomen—the tattoos flared. Brilliant silver light bled from the ink, illuminating the dark space between us.
“Fuck,” he cursed against my lips. “Fucking hell, Annie. You are going to be the death of me.”
He reached down and gripped the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he dropped us down onto the mattress.
Cipher’s eyes looked wild as he locked his hands onto my hips and drove his cock into me.
I screamed and he swallowed the sound, his tongue tangling with mine as he invaded me. The hollow starvation inside my body burned away as he filled me. I arched my back, desperate to take more of him.
He pulled back and rolled his hips forward. In that one thrust, I knew I had never been with a man who actually knew how to fuck. The partners I’d had just pumped in and out, chasing their own release. Cipher angled his hips and ground against every single hypersensitive spot inside me.
He broke the kiss and licked the frantic pulse at my throat before nipping hard.
“Look at how perfectly you take my cock,” he growled, as he rolled his hips again, burying himself. “So fucking tight and soaking wet.”
As he dragged his hips back for another thrust, I was snapped back to reality. There was no latex. No barrier. Just his bare skin sliding directly against me.
“Wait,” I gasped, my hands flying to his hips, trying to stop him. “Cipher, stop.”
He froze, his jaw locked tight. “What?”
“You’re not wearing a condom. I’m not on birth control.”