52. Lina
Lina
T his man, this monster, I once trembled before… Now, he is on his knees before me.
I stand over him with more power than I’d ever thought possible.
Never once have I felt like I had true control over my future. Yet, right now, I feel powerful. It’s intoxicating.
I don’t understand him. None of this makes sense, but the truth is written plainly on his face.
He desires me. And he has the key to my escape in his grasp.
I pull my dress over my head and pant desperately as I stand in utter vulnerability, fully exposed to the very being I’ve most feared my whole life.
“Have you been with a man before?” he asks as he examines my naked form like a man starved.
I nod.
“One?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Two.”
Anger flashes across his face, and he clenches his fists into the soft skin of my thigh. I shouldn’t like that, but somehow, I do.
“Who,” he growls.
Lucca pops into my mind, and for one moment, fear and rage and pain that I’d felt when these same monsters took my friend from me, when they whipped him and tore him away, flashes through me.
Am I disrespecting his memory by letting one of them have access to my body? He isn’t taking it; I am giving it. Does that make me powerful or weak?
“A childhood friend,” I answer. “And a ranger.” I don’t much like thinking of Hunter. He was a passing phase. Perhaps he was a hope that life could be normal in this crazy world. He turned out to be a mistake I do not intend to rehash now.
“Did they hurt you?”
“No,” I answer. Not physically, at least. I may have given Hunter a bloody nose once when he didn’t want to take no for an answer, but he never harmed me. Not really.
“Then, tell me what you like. I will only do what you want.”
Neither of my experiences were anything like this. Lucca was good and kind, but it was both of our first times, and it was awkward. Wonderful but awkward.
Hunter was more of a taker than a giver.
“I don’t really know,” I answer honestly.
His lips curve into a sharp grin. “Then, we will have a bit of experimenting to do. Be very honest with me, Dove. When you like something, you tell me more. When you don’t, you say stop. Understand?”
Breath rushes from my lungs, but I manage to nod.
He lifts my leg and rests the underside of my knee on his shoulder. He studies the spot between my legs.
I whimper as he kisses the inside of my thigh.
He kisses again and again, inching closer and closer. Soon I am trembling with anticipation. Fuck, I am about to throw myself against his face if he doesn’t touch me soon.
The first swipe of his tongue sends my head back.
He only does it once, though.
“Good or bad?” he asks.
I scoff. Like he doesn’t know? “Good,” I whisper. “More, please.”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin. “I like that word.”
“Please,” I say again, this time desperate.
He obeys. His tongue is hot and soft as he takes long swipes up. Then, he sucks at the top and I gasp. “Good or bad?”
I don’t know how to answer this time. It was intense but maybe too intense? “Um, maybe good?”
He chuckles. “Not good enough, then.”
He takes a softer approach this time, tiny flicks of his tongue on the most sensitive parts, and I am practically shaking against him. “More,” I breathe. “Fuck. More of that.”
He obliges, this time with tiny circles around and around until I can’t control my own body. I’m rocking my hips into him, barely holing my own weight.
When he does the long swipes again, I’m gasping for air. “Ride me,” he tells me, “Fuck, Dove, you are so fucking perfect.”
When I fall into him, he grabs me by the waist as he lays back onto the bed, so I’m basically sitting on him. “What are you?—”
“Don’t worry, Dove. Rock against me.”
I obey his instruction, and the sensation is so wonderful my mind spins. I moan and roll my hips on his face again, palms against the wall.
“Beg me, Dove.”
“More,” I whisper. “More. Please.” God, if I was ever going to bed a Dread, this was the last way I thought it would happen.
He continues his immaculate work, swirling his tongue and sending sensations I’ve never even imagined through my whole body, building the heat and tension inside until I’m sure I’ll implode here and now.
His tongue continues its work, but I flinch when he slips his finger into my folds. I can’t help the desperate cry that flies from my lips. Fire flickers behind my eyes as he sends me over the edge into the void of pure ecstasy.