Chapter Forty-Five #2
I take those moments to leisurely rub her clit, bringing as much blood flow as I can to that little bundle of nerves without giving her what she’s desperately writhing for. I already suspect what option she’ll go for, but I let her make the decision in peace. Well, relative peace.
“Five.” Her words are barely a whisper.
I hide my smile. “You sure? The ones on your nipples will hurt, but the one on your clit…” I give an exaggerated wince. “That’ll really suck. I promise I’ll kiss it better, though.”
“Logic would recommend the smaller number.” She inhales a deep breath. Tests the give of her bonds, then relaxes, as if she feels safe in the bondage. As if she feels like she can let go. “Five,” she whispers.
I don’t give her a chance to change her mind. I press the zapper to her nipple, catch her eyes, and set it off.
Her cry echoes around the room, loud and filled with pain. I slide my fingers into her sopping wet pussy, tickling the top of her channel. “Breathe,” I command.
Her chest expands with a sharp, rapid breath that sounds almost painful in its intensity.
“Good girl. Four more to go.”
I want to draw it out, but she’s genuinely suffering, and my inner sadist is already getting sated. I don’t need much more of her pain to feel she’s been thoroughly suffering.
The next three zaps are in rapid succession. So rapid that she screams in pain, panting harshly.
I drag the zapper down her torso without setting it off, and trace her lower lips with it.
I meet her eyes. They’re wide, panicked, uncertain… and a new thought occurs to me.
“Change of plan.” I drop the implement and release the strap around her waist. I unbind her body, aside from the cuffs connecting her wrists, and lift her up from the bed.
She’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat and panting harshly, small tremors shaking her limbs.
She gives me a look filled with adorably dazed confusion.
“Did I…” she pauses to swallow. “Do something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No.” I carry her to the bathroom, and set her on her feet in front of the counter, folding her over it.
She looks away from the mirror—a habit of hers that pisses me off to no end; perfection deserves to be admired—and gazes down at her bound hands, bracing her elbows on the counter.
“Punishment’s over,” I decide. She’s suffered more than enough, and there’s something else I’d much rather get out of this scene. “Now, your only job is to obey, and you’ll get your reward.” I lean down to kiss her shoulder. “Look at yourself.”
“No.” The word is faint and frightened, absent of the conviction I’m used to hearing from her and filled with something else. Fear.
“Flame,” I say softly. “You’re beautiful.” I cup her pussy in one hand, and reach around to fondle her breast in the other. “Your body is fucking stunning, obviously, but you have a beautiful soul. And, despite what you might tell yourself, you have a beautiful heart.”
“I don’t.” her voice cracks on a sob. “You have no idea what I’ve done—”
“You spent five years protecting a girl you knew for six months because you knew it was the right thing to do,” I interrupt, sick of hearing her self-flagellation.
“Then, you nearly killed yourself to kill the monster threatening her, and then, you negotiated terms of her safety with another monster. All at massive risk to yourself. What you did was honorable.” In some rare cases, the ends justify the means—and this is one of those times.
“You’re not a bad person, Ember. You’re a survivor.
You’re strong, and capable, and fucking beautiful, inside and out. Look at yourself.”
She stays quiet. I watch her wage an internal war with herself, and see the moment she gives in.
Her posture slackens. Her muscles lose their stiffness.
She looks up slowly, so slowly, until her eyes meet her own in the mirror.
They’re wider than I’ve ever seen them, glimmering with a vulnerability that makes her look unbearably young.
She stares at her eyes for several beats, while I start stroking her clit in a reward. Her eyes flutter, and I give her ass a light slap. “Keep looking.”
Her throat bobs with a swallow and her eyes flash open. I watch as her gaze flits around her facial features, which morph into an expression of curiosity and awe. After a beat, she says faintly, “I grew up.”
My lips curve. “You did.” I raise her upper body from the counter and cup her breasts in my palms. “These are bigger…” I slide a hand over her belly, “this is toned,” I cup her pussy, “this will bring any man to his knees…” and then I grasp her hips before clutching the firm globes of her ass, “and this is what could start wars. But this.” I lay a hand over her heart.
“This is what enslaved me. What’s in here.
” I lean down to kiss her neck. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and they shine with something that looks a lot like revelation. As if she’s seen the divine light.
Her knees buckle, and her bound hands grasp the counter for purchase, holding herself up.
I tilt my head to the side. “What do you see?”
She exhales a long, shuddering breath, shaking her head. Licks her trembling lips. She meets her eyes in the mirror, and then mine again. “The girl who’s always loved you… and the twisted woman she’s become.”
I nearly collapse. I knew she loved me, as a friend. I suspected she loved me in a different way towards the end, too, but hearing those words… it’s like an awakening. Every convoluted, jagged piece of my life clicks together like a puzzle.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been craving and hoping for. If I knew it were as easy as getting her to look in a fucking mirror, I’d have done that from the start.
“I always preferred the messy and real over the perfect and boring, Flame. Now watch my face and remember that I love you, because I’m about to fuck you like I want to kill you.”
“Finally,” she gasps, and pushes her ass into my cock. I lodge the tip inside her, and wrap a hand around her neck. “This’ll be quick and mean. I still haven’t figured out how to last when I’m inside the woman of my dreams.”
I thrust inside her like I want to split her in half, and she releases a throaty, gratitude-filled moan. I squeeze her throat as I fuck her, stare hard at her in the mirror, and try to think through a calculus equation to keep myself from coming, but it’s futile.
Her orgasm is near instant, and I follow her into the throes of pleasure, unable to hold back. My knees nearly give out, and I squeeze her neck so hard I cut off her air, which only makes her come harder. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman is perfect for me.
And, as I carry her back to bed and feel her curl up into me, watch her gaze into my eyes with a soft, affectionate glimmer… I know she was worth every battle it took to acquire her and make her mine.