Chapter 22 #3
He had us across the room in seconds and shoved me down on to the bed on my hands and knees.
He didn’t waste any time before he drove his cock deep into me from behind.
I screamed into the mattress as he fucked me.
He rolled his hips with every thrust, grinding his pelvis against my ass.
It felt too good. I spiraled as my inner muscles clenched hard around his length.
Then he fucking ripped himself out of me again.
My arms gave out and I collapsed against the bed, sobbing openly. My knees buckled as he hauled me backward off the mattress, but his hands locked under my arms, keeping me from hitting the floor.
“Please,” I babbled, the words tumbling out in a desperate, broken stream.
“Cipher, please. I need it. Don’t stop. Let me come.
I’ll do anything you want. Just fucking let me come.
” I was incoherent, my pride obliterated.
I craved everything he was doing to me, but the denial was torturous.
“I ran because I was terrified,” I sobbed, my voice raspy from how hard he’d fucked my throat.
“I was scared of how much I liked what you did to me. I wanted it too much. Please, Cipher, please.”
Cipher dragged me fully onto the bed, flipping me onto my back and caging me beneath him as he settled between my thighs.
He pushed his cock inside me, agonizingly slow this time.
I sobbed at the fullness. Every nerve ending in my body was frayed, overly sensitive and screaming for release.
He started rolling his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm that made his pelvic bone press directly against my swollen clit with every forward motion.
I cried harder, my fingers digging into the dense musculature of his shoulders. I was going to come any second and if he pulled out now, the denial would genuinely kill me. I wouldn’t survive another empty drop.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine.
“Come for me, Annie,” he commanded. “Shatter for me.”
I fell over the edge and screamed his name, my nails scoring down his back as my body convulsed around his cock.
He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the climax, driving deep.
The relentless stimulation pushed me straight into a second orgasm before the first even faded.
I was vaguely aware of Cipher stiffening and filling me again as he came.
I screamed myself raw, floating in a profound, absolute pleasure I had never experienced before. He had broken me in the best possible way.
For the first time in my life, I let go.
He made me come, again and again.
When he finally pulled out, I closed my eyes and drifted, boneless.
The mattress shifted as he climbed off the bed, leaving a void in the space beside me.
I couldn’t even muster the energy to pull my limbs together.
I just existed, a collection of thoroughly wrecked and deeply satisfied nerve endings.
Footsteps returned and a warm, damp towel pressed against my thigh. He wiped away the sweat, the slickness, and the evidence of my total surrender. Then the cloth moved between my legs. My pussy throbbed at the contact, and a pathetic whimper slipped from me.
“Shh,” Cipher murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble in the dim room. “I know. Just let me take care of it.”
His hands slid under my back and the crook of my knees, lifting me.
My eyelids were heavy and uncooperative, refusing to open.
I didn’t care. I turned my head and pressed my face into the solid, sweat-dampened wall of his chest. His heart beat against my cheek while he carried me a few feet, before lowering me onto a new surface that was much softer than the bed.
A shiver shuddered through me. The crash was hitting hard now, my body finally registering the physical toll of the adrenaline dumping from my system. My teeth chattered.
Cipher draped a heavy, fur-lined blanket over me, trapping the heat against my skin. The weight of it was a comfort, but I was shaking in earnest now, the tremors shaking my entire body.
“Sit up,” he instructed softly. His arm slid behind my shoulders, lifting me just enough to support my head. The cool rim of a glass pressed against my mouth. “Drink, Annie.”
I didn’t bother trying to open my eyes. I just parted my lips and swallowed the water he tipped into my mouth. It felt like heaven against the raw ache in my throat.
He eased me back down onto the pillows and brushed the tangled, damp hair away from my forehead. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone who had just snapped metal restraints and bruised my skin.
“Open your eyes for me,” he said softly. “Let me see you.”
I groaned, fighting the pull of exhaustion. It took genuine effort to force my eyes open. His face hovered directly above mine, his silver eyes dark as they tracked over my face.
“There you are,” he whispered. He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled, the words slurring together.
“Ensuring you don’t go into shock,” Cipher replied. “Basic maintenance and aftercare. I can’t have you breaking on me permanently.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
His thumb stroked a slow, rhythmic path across my cheekbone. I let my eyes drift shut again, nuzzling into the warmth of the hand that had just held a knife against me and pleasured me. Then the darkness rose up like a tide, dragging me under.