44. Chapter Forty-Four Shadows and Passion
Chapter Forty-Four: Shadows and Passion
Tess
Grabbing hold of my ass, he pulled me close and buried his face in my tits. The warmth of his breath seeped into my chest, creating an ecstatic anticipation, thrumming through my entire body. As he unzipped the dress, I ran my fingers through his hair. He peeled the fabric down my body like he was revealing my soul.
I’d never allow that.
He took my nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, catapulting me down a dark tunnel where we only existed, here and now. Darkness surrounded us.
The entire world fell away.
His tongue was my priest. His command, my church.
I became his thrall, begging for more and more and more.
Then, abruptly, I was alone. All points of contact disappeared. Emptiness. It was like floating in space.
Complete sensory deprivation.
Gasping for his touch, I opened my eyes, searching for relief. He was backing off the bed, retreating from me. I held my breath, praying for his return. I craved his touch on my skin. Anywhere.
Everywhere.
He loomed over me, features dark with hunger, eyes gleaming like a predator’s, and when he spoke, the room shook.
“My turn. Stand up.”
Or maybe it was just my world that trembled.
Or it was me. I had to get a hold of myself, or I’d pass out before we got to the good part.
He’d asked something of me. It required thought processes, something that took me a sputtering moment. He wanted me to stand up. “What… here? On your bed?”
“Yes, up.” Leaving no room for debate, he motioned for me to rise. His arms swept up with authority, showing off those glorious muscled biceps. The veins in his forearms hinted at a lethal virility that made me stutter again.
After getting caught up in the moment and drooling, I stood and watched his gaze rove over me like he was a boy in a strip club.
He twirled his finger—an order to turn around. As I complied, I did my best sultry stretch of my hips and back, lifting my arms, twisting my waist, watching him with a hooded gaze.
He beckoned me forward, and as I closed in, he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs, squeezing firmly to pry them apart. Keeping my balance while staying seductive was… interesting. He leaned in to kiss the insides of my legs as I fisted his golden bronze hair. I’d never been more ready for anything. He worked his way up my thigh, and my desire for him climbed along with him, until he reached the apex. Hovering over my pulsing need, he peered up at me, waiting.
Daring.
Taunting.
Torturing me.
Making my clit absolutely throb for him. I panted so I wouldn’t scream. When he lightly kissed the thin fabric of my panties covering my pussy lips, a weakness coursed through me.
I expected to collapse over the top of him, but he helped guide me to sit on the bed and stepped back, holding up a hand. “Don’t move.”
“Where the ever-loving fuck do you think I would go?”
Humming approval, he crossed the room. I noted he still had his jeans on, which was totally unacceptable. “That’s my girl,” he purred, and a lightness came over me, proud of myself for pleasing him. I wanted that again. To see how many times I could make him say it.
He pulled open a drawer from a large dresser and plucked out a piece of black fabric. I wanted to tell him to get naked already, but when I opened my mouth, he caught my eye and put a finger to his lips. Entranced with the devilish smirk and the way his muscles moved as he swaggered back to me, I kept my mouth shut.
He tied the fabric over my eyes, firmly around the back of my head. Before I could dissent the loss of my eye candy, he picked me up, coaxed my legs around him and kissed my neck. With the return to the heat of his skin against mine, his breath, his stubble, I couldn’t think. We seemed to be turning around and moving across the room, but I was focused on his tongue and lips sliding over my neck and shoulders, leaving a cool emptiness in its wake.
Until my back hit a solid wall .
My ankles were restrained too fast to stop him. With a sharp breath in, I pulled back, panicking. Unsure what he was doing to me, I tried to kick my way out, but my legs were buckled securely. “What’s going on?”
He had my torso pinned against the wall with his own, and held my arms above my head. His tongue slid over my lips. “Trust me, monstre. You’ll like it. I promise.”
Maverick didn’t know the extent of Ivan’s abuse. No one did. But he’d been good to me so far, and I didn’t want to be paranoid. Most men didn’t hold women prisoner as sex slaves. What was the chance it would happen to me a second time?
I swallowed, not completely sure I wanted to consent, but I didn’t want to say no either. He hadn’t done anything I didn’t like so far, and I was aching for more. He tied more straps around my knees and ass, then my waist. Once he strung my arms up, I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction.
I dangled vulnerably, suspended from the ceiling, legs akimbo, blindfolded and exposed. Completely at his mercy. It was on the list of the top three hottest things ever—and come to think of it, he held the title to all three.
It was terrifying, but what was he going to do, let a train of faceless men fuck me until it was his turn? I’d been there and done that.
At least I knew he would make me come.
Then, it occurred to me that I didn’t know if anyone else was in the room with us. Ivan used to pull me into a dark room to watch me get passed around and used by all his friends. Sometimes, I’d gaslight myself, try to convince myself I liked it. I could do the same here, if that’s what Maverick had planned, but I had to know what to expect if I was going to get my head in the right place.
“Who else is here?” My voice was small and wavering .
A warm tongue slid over my nipple, and his voice came out strong and gruff. “Who do you want to be here with us?”
I didn’t want the night to end, and didn’t know the right answer—the one that would make everything keep going—but I thought I’d hedge my bets. “No one in particular.”
“Then no one in particular is here,” he repeated, amusement ringing out in his voice.
“Tell me the truth,” I whispered.
“Trust me. Good girls don’t demand; they do as they’re told, monstre. Isn’t that right?”
My throat constricted in frustration and excitement, and my pussy wept for him. She remembered how he felt and was ready to rock, but if we were being watched, if he was going to share me, I wanted to know.
A hot broad tongue slid up my slit, and I cried out in ecstatic surprise, the sensations sending me spiraling to space. “Is that you?”
“Mmmm…” He slurped at my drenched, tingly pussy. It was his voice, and the relief sent pulsing waves of pleasure through me.
“Yes…” I bucked against his face, and he clutched my thighs, digging his fingers in tight.
He growled, swirling his tongue in and out of my wet hole and then trailing up around my clit, on repeat, over and over in a dizzying tease.
“Fuck, give me more,” I begged, already forgetting about whether we were alone in the room or not. I wouldn’t have even cared. I just wanted more of his talented tongue, but he pulled away. “No!”
His hot breath hit my neck then, and he rumbled into my ear. “Are you gonna be my good little fuck toy, Tess?”
“Yes. Please,” I begged, wishing I could touch him. He was the only person in the world I’d met that I could touch without trauma, and he had me strung up like a marionette doll .
The frustration and anticipation sent my nerves on fire.
“Do you remember your safe word?” My safe word? I didn’t think I’d heard right at first. I’d forgotten I had any control at all. “Tess,” he growled low. I nodded, whimpering. I didn’t want to stop him; I wanted more. I wanted him to make me come all over his mouth and then fuck me hard, how ever he wanted. “Then shut the fuck up and let me play with you.”
Out of nowhere, there was a pinch to both nipples, and I cried out loudly, letting my head fall to the side as the rest of my body went slack. The pressure from the straps against my flesh felt like safety and surrender. I’d never leave this place of worship and wonder. I’d stay and devote myself to my one and only sex god, if he’d allow it.
Maverick kissed my neck as he pressed the round, smooth head of his hard cock against my weeping hole. It slid past and up against my clit, sending waves of need through me. I bucked my hips, searching for more friction. Wanting him inside me, stretching me. He moaned and licked my lips, which I responded to by opening immediately. I would give him access to every part of my body, if he wanted it. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep as he continued to tease me with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down my slit. I whimpered a desperate prayer for desecration.
“So needy for me.”
I moaned and bucked against him again, like a feral beast in heat.
His breaths came in strong and heavy rhythmic beats. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me and play with my clit. Please. It won’t take long. I need it. I need you.”
There was a pause where all I heard was our tandem breathing. I was about to beg again when he spoke. “Tess… What is this witchery?”
Puzzled, I breathed out a whisper. “I want you. ”
“What are you doing to me?” His voice was low. Gruff.
“I don’t know, but if you don’t give me what I need real soon, I feel like a monster’ll tear out of my skin and—”
He covered my mouth with his own, kissing me deeply, and at the same time, he shoved his cock in me with one brutal thrust. I grunted from the impact, but the stretch felt so good, I forgot to kiss him back. My head lolled away. “Yes,” I yelled weakly.
“That’s it. I know what my needy fuck toy wants.”
“Yes!”
He pounded into me, my body thrashing against the wall as I hung from my bindings. I was his hungry little whore, loving every single second. All the pressure built in my core and coursed through my entire body, threatening to consume me whole.
“Fuck, that pussy takes me so damn well, Tess.”
“Yes. Give me more,” I breathed out.
“I’ll give you what I give you, and you’ll say fucking thank you.”
I managed a weak grin, mostly submerged in my own world. “Fucking thank you.”
“That’s right.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I shrieked, rejoicing at each thrust of his gloriousness into my sopping, frantic pussy.
“Fuck Tess, shut up.” He scolded me for my big mouth, slowing down.
I whimpered. “But, I’m so grateful for your cock giving me everything I deserve, and I want to make sure you won’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Please fuck me more.”
A growl followed fingers wrapping around my neck, firm but gentle. Nothing like Ivan’s attempted murders. Maverick thrust into me furiously, making noises like a raging beast. His already immense cock swelled even more, and I gasped at the extra pressure, the exquisite pain and pleasure he was thrumming through me. I screamed as he roared, spurting streams of hot cum deep inside me.
When he stopped, he left his cock, still half-hard, deep inside me and slid the blindfold up. I only opened my eyes halfway. After the blindfolded experience, it was a strange thing to see again. He smiled at me.
“You are a bad, bad girl.”
“Am I? But I said please and thank you.”
He chuckled. “Next time you’re getting gagged.”
I hummed, curious at the sparks that idea set off in me. “Promise?”
He kissed me, all slow and sensual, pressing harder against me. “Tied, gagged, and blindfolded while I do what I like to all those pretty little holes of yours.”
I breathed in through my nose with dramatic anticipation. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.”
He chuckled. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”
I grinned against his mouth. “As I understand it, mostly not even born.”
“Shut up, smart ass.”
“Or… you’ll punish me?” He bit my lip, his eyes glowing red, and pulled back, sliding his cock slowly deeper into me. He was hard again already. I smiled. “Show me, master. Show me where I belong.”
“God damn, you’re an addicting little thing, aren’t you.” He pulled back again and thrust in and out in quick, shallow motions.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“You like that? Fuck, fuck fuck, I sure do.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t.”
He thrust harder, and as he bit into my neck, I heard a pop, knowing he’d drawn blood. But I didn’t care. I felt so good; the sharpness was just what I needed. He reached between us to rub my engorged clit, and in seconds, we came together, screaming in exquisite bliss.
After a few quiet minutes of catching our breath, he rested his forehead against mine and slipped out of me. “Fucking hell, Tess. I don’t know who’s gonna tame who here.”
I smirked at him. He made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world, all by taking control and telling me to shut up. “I don’t know about you, but I’m completely feral, so maybe that’s your answer.”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “What do you want?”
“Huh?” I didn’t know what he was getting at.
“You heard me. What do you want?”
I widened my eyes and glanced in both directions beside us. “Uh, I think I just got everything I deserve.”
He cocked his head, like he was suspicious of something. “Not even close. What. Do. You. Want?” I’d just let him rut me like a demon, and he thought I was hiding something?
There was nothing left of me to hide.
But there was one thing I ached for, and he was the only one who could give it to me.
“There was that promise you gave me last time. That I could run my hands over your body for as long as I wanted.”
His expression softened, and his lips curled up slowly. “That’s all?” While he unstrapped me, starting from my ankles and working his way up, he kissed me. First my legs, then my hips, my arms, my chest, all the way up until I was free. When I finally stood on my own two feet, I was a little wobbly, so he helped me to the bed. With each step, I felt stronger. I’d just needed a minute to readjust to being in control of my own body again .
As we approached the bed, I braced myself, planted my feet and pushed him. He laughed as I crawled over him, straddled his hips, and ran my hands up his chiseled abs, over his hard pecs and shoulders.
He gazed at me, eyes half-hooded and put his hands behind his head. His cock pressed against me. But I was too enthralled by the feel of his glorious skin against my palms. The hard-muscled planes of his torso quivered under my touch, and my breath faltered.
“I’m not sure who’s more spellbound here, monstre.”
I licked my lips. “It’s definitely me.”
But the flattery was appreciated.
It didn’t matter how ridiculous the concept was; a woman wanted to be worshiped. The rush was intoxicating.
He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know about that.”
I swirled a fingertip around his nipple, watched his eyes flare crimson like a laser beam, and then stroked the other side, reveling in how the little bud hardened under my fingers. “What does it mean when your eyes flash red like that?”
“That I’m losing control.” His voice was monstrous, deep and gravelly, more so than usual, but it housed a hint of vulnerability, too.
A small child deep inside the demon, hiding from the world.
I shivered. “You’re very good at keeping still while you lose control.”
“Years of practice,” he rumbled.
“Is everything okay?”
He nodded. His cock twitched beneath me, I ground my hips in circles against him, and he groaned, growing hard again.
“Are you never satiated?” I whispered.
“That does seem to be the case with you,” he answered. “I wonder why that is?” A menacing twinkle in his eyes injected a spike of adrenaline through me. It warned me to jump up and run away, naked through the streets. Some deep subconscious part of me knew he’d kill me if I made the wrong move. But then, why would I think that? He hadn’t in Devil’s Delirium. He’d just spend hours worshiping me. He was literally underneath me, shuddering at the feel of my fingers skimming his skin.
Even though I’d teased him about his gluttony, I was feeling just as ravenous. I raised my hips and wrapped my hand around his cock, reveling in his girthy heat. My core twitched hard, ready for him again. I guided the head to my wet and ready cunt, then sunk down slowly.
We both groaned in pleasure as I rose and fell over him lazily as my hands roamed his glorious pectorals, biceps, shoulders, face, hair. I skimmed down to his legs, leaning back to reach all the way to his ankles, letting my head fall back before returning upright again. He stared up at me, eyes all hazy, fingers dug into the bedsheets, rocking his hips to the tempo I’d set.
This wasn’t a feral frenzy; it was a quiet exploration of each other. It was lascivious admiration. I sighed in deep contentment, refusing to let the feeling of discordance disturb me.
I had my freedom, and it came with an immortal sex god who worshiped me.
I wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth.
Not yet.