Chapter 5 #3
I held my breath, uncertain if I was fearful or maybe hopeful that once he realized I was a virgin he would stop.
The only problem? I didn’t want him to. He was supposed to be my first. I could sense that.
I could feel it as if knowing I needed air to breathe.
No matter how toxic the substance, I couldn’t live without it.
“Don’t stop,” I said so quietly I wasn’t certain he’d heard me.
Until he exhaled, moving his fingers more gently this time. With no words spoken he drove them in and out, taking his time while the ache in my pussy muscles relaxed. And my mind returned to the fragile yet powerful cravings I’d experienced. Had I bled as I’d been told I’d do? Did it bother him?
For some reason, I didn’t think so. He was more controlled, taking his time finger fucking me, only picking up speed when my breathing became erratic.
A single crack of his hand once again brought me free of the dense fog.
“Tell me you will obey me.” The clear authority in his voice was as startling as the moment.
“Yes. I’ll obey you.” With my back arched, I sensed he thought I’d be begging for more. Maybe I was.
He wasn’t finished disciplining me yet, his hand moving from one side to the other several times. I was breathless. I was dazed. Juice trickled down the insides of both thighs, the scent overpowering. He thrust his fingers in once again, moving in a driving force leaving me aching all over.
Even though I wanted to fight him with all I had, his hand on my back made movement impossible. His dominance over me was unpredictable and I was in no position to do anything but tolerate the filthy act of humiliation. Every time I wiggled my hips, he took that to mean I was asking for more.
And he gave it to me, long and painful smacks leaving me yearning for more.
Everything about the man left me in a suspended state of animation.
His searing touch creating a burning deep that lingered long after he pulled his hand free.
His soothing touch when he brushed his callused fingertips against my skin.
Even the aura of power and danger surrounding him. The Savage was an impenetrable force.
I accepted his punishment, but only in knowing there would be pleasure. I lost myself in his hold over me, forgetting who I was or why I’d ventured into the city in the first place. That’s how much power he seemed to have over me.
And I didn’t like it one bit.
This time as he dipped his fingers inside, spreading them wide open, I threw my head back. Only there was no sound other than the rapid beating of my heart.
He pressed all four fingers inside, spreading my pussy muscles in a way that had never been done before. I was losing control over my actions. My emotions. Even my thoughts.
My will to fight tossed aside.
My desire to escape all but forgotten.
His hand lingered in my most forbidden spot, teasing me to the point the ache for him itself was just as painful. I cinched my eyes shut as he fondled me, no longer needing to hold me against the wall. I was relaxed while my breathing remained hitched. I’d never experienced such pleasure.
I knew the moment he curled the tips of his fingers, hitting a spot that brought sheer ecstasy. Gasping, I bit my lower lip to try to curtail any noise, but with every deep plunge, the battle was easily lost. How could such pleasure be provided by such a brutal man?
Like everything else, there were no clear answers, just wave after wave of enjoyment. So much so I was trembling all over, my pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers.
“So tight,” he muttered.
In my crazy brain, I’d told myself I’d wait for the right man. As if there were any out there. There were no princes as told in fabled stories on the yellowing pages of fantasy books. There were no heroes as noted in crumbling comic books.
There were only broken men and monsters and the fine line between them had already become blurred.
I hadn’t realized I’d begun to slide to the floor until Rage suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist. In keeping me aloft, his actions weren’t slowed. In fact, he thrust faster, keeping me on my toes as incredible pressure continued to build.
My head remained foggy as a strange and amazing set of sensations tore through me. I’d orgasmed before in those few private moments where darkness had been my friend. But the increasing jolts of current thrashing through my body were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
With his arm locked around me, he pulled me away from the wall until I was left with a feeling of floating in the air. His fingers remained flexed open and with a twist of his hand, his thumb speared my asshole.
Another wave of shock left a lingering impression. He pressed his face against the side of my neck, his scalding breath keeping the fire burning brightly. “Come for me. I need to feel your release.”
Need and want were two entirely different words, but the meaning was clear.
He wouldn’t allow me to rest until I’d obeyed him.
Which wasn’t difficult since my body was following his commands to the letter.
Another wave of heat sliced through every vein and muscle, leaving me breathless with an ache so deep my body would have folded over had he not been holding me.
His fingers were magic, still drilling into me while his mouth whispered all the filthy things he’d do in response to my obedience.
With the beautiful wave of pleasure, I was pulled from this world to that realm of fantasy. A sweet reminder that sometimes when you wished hard enough, your hopes and dreams could come true.