Chapter 46 #2
He skimmed his mouth over my temples, my cheeks, catching stray tears with his lips, pressing soft kisses to my hot skin.
And then he flattened his tongue on my skin, licking long and slow all the way from my jaw up my cheek.
It awoke something dirty and primal inside of me. I forced myself not to squirm, so I could stay still where he wanted me.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I wish you could lick my heart,” I whispered shakily, simultaneously sinking down into his pillows and floating up into a submissive cloud. A few more tears dripped down my cheeks.
“I would if I could.” He dipped his head, skimming his lips over my chest.
I wanted him inside of me, as deep as he could get, fucking me so hard I could pretend that every beat of the muscle in my chest didn’t ache the way it did. Because once he was inside me, how close would he be to the vault of my ribs, my tired lungs, my bleeding heart, my bared soul? Closer.
Close enough to twist up my insides, to shape me how he liked, to unlock every secret and myth that comprised me if he knew how to look for them.
Pushing into my most sacred and secretive place, touching the raw vulnerability I couldn’t keep from infecting my marrow.
Not just inside my body, but inside my tenderness, my wounds.
Micah’s hand found the hem of my sleep shirt—his shirt—and he teased it up, baring my waist. Goosebumps scattered all over my skin. He lifted the hem further, bringing it all the way up under my chin while I laid motionless before him.
Micah crawled lower on the bed, carefully lowering my sleep shorts by an inch, then pressed his tongue flat on my lower belly, dragging a slow, hot line all the way up my stomach.
Over each arched rib, sweeping over the bottom swell of my breast, then curving around my nipple, denying me the touch I needed.
I muffled my moan by sealing my lips together. A tortured breath huffed out of my nose.
But he didn’t listen to my whining, pulling my shorts off as slow as possible. The steady drag of his knuckles down the length of my legs was agonizing. The sound of the glass shattering in his kitchen played over again in my mind, my soul tearing.
Torn between never and now. Never let me go. Let me go now.
He’d seen my loneliness, and I needed him buried in me as badly as I needed to be lost in him. His forest was vast, unable to be navigated, and my jagged devotion longed for that. Surrounded by endless trees, I could be alone, but never lonely.
Micah finally slipped my shorts off my feet, then spread my legs.
I still hadn’t moved an inch. All I could do was stay where he’d put me, my chest heaving, my breasts aching.
It was humiliating how quickly my body submitted to him.
Each and every thought in my skull that wasn’t about Micah dissolved, replaced only by this delirious need for him.
He smelled so good.
It was strange how similar it felt to Mason’s scent. Like I could get turned on just from breathing him in.
I don’t know how to handle either of them.
“Do you see how easy you are to read?” he questioned, eyes roaming over my nakedness. “How quickly you’d unravel if I wanted?”
I moved to cross my arms over my chest, to cover my tits while my face burned with embarrassment, but Micah grabbed my wrists and held my arms out wide. His palms were warm, his weight solid.
“Did I say you could fucking move?”
“No,” I choked out.
“So don’t.” He released my wrists, my bones throbbing with dull pain where he’d gripped me.
I wanted more. “Do you remember when I told you there is no kinder side of me to uncover? When I told you I wasn’t going to be gentle with you?
” He leaned closer, his breath warm on my cheek, still damp with tears.
“I don’t think you believed me,” he whispered.
A pitiful whimper escaped me, a terrified little noise. Micah’s eyes darkened.
He looked…mean.
He looked like a genuine sadist, and it stole the air from my lungs.
I’d never been quite so afraid of him as I was now, never quite so hopelessly attracted.
My blood pumped brutally in my veins, my lungs crushed with invisible pressure.
The sound of my heartbeat in my ears drowned out all coherent thought as Micah grabbed the bundles of rope.
He unwound them efficiently, laying them out on the bed next to me. It felt fucking ominous.
But I didn’t say anything, nor did I move.
My legs were still spread to accommodate his powerful body crouched on the bed between them, and I could feel myself getting wetter, more needy.
Warm liquid trickled down towards the crease of my ass and I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, hating how much I loved his cruelty. Hurt me. Devastatingly. Irreversibly.
Micah took his time tying both my wrists and both my ankles to the posts of his bedframe, not speaking while he worked. I’d never been tied up before—not anything close to this, anyway.
I could see the thick outline of his erection through his pants, see the muscles rippling in his forearms as he constructed each precise knot.
With all my limbs tied tight to the bed, I was almost entirely immobilized. A sacrifice laid on the altar, ready to be split open and consumed.
He skimmed his fingertips up my inner thigh, barely brushing my pussy before removing his touch entirely.
“Micah,” I whined.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t start complaining just yet.” He leaned over the bed, pressing his mouth to mine, hot and insistent, as he palmed my breast. “You’re going to beg me, and hate yourself for it. That’s the part I enjoy.”
Then he stood up, leaving me shaking and breathless.
My scared eyes followed him around the room, watching him grab a black shopping bag from a drawer in his dresser, watching him drop it on the bed. My heart was pounding too hard, too fast.
He pulled a box out of the shopping bag—a vibrator. I had to assume it was new, because it didn’t seem like it’d been used. He took it out of the packaging, switched it on. A quiet buzz cut through the room, making my pulse thrum all the harder.
“You have one of these at your place?” he asked.
I nodded, practically melting into the bed.
“Have you ever thought about me when you used it?”
I didn’t even need to answer him verbally; the sheer humiliation on my face was confirmation enough. Weakly, I tugged on my restraints, the rope tightening on my wrists. My legs were spread, my pussy exposed and throbbing, clenching around nothing.
Micah approached the bed, appraising me while holding the bullet vibrator in his hand. He lowered it to my skin and dragged it down my sternum, then up over my breast, teasing my nipple with the vibrations while my muscles tensed up. I was panting, sweating, helpless.
“If you want mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”
Then let me earn it. I’ll do whatever you want. Please.
If he could see my delirious submission in my eyes, my bottomless need to please him, he wasn’t letting on. He seemed to be taking great pleasure in this punishment, uncaring that I’d changed my earlier shitty attitude.
“Micah,” I pleaded.
He circled my navel with the vibrator, making me shiver, then swept it down, running it over my inner thighs before slowly dragging it up the wet seam of my cunt. My back arched and my breath caught, hips bucking off the bed.
“Stay still,” he commanded.
“I can’t.”
He switched the vibrator off. “You will. Or you’ll stay like this all day, and get nothing from me.”
All the blood drained from my face. I nodded and nodded, vowing to hold still now—or try my best to.
Micah pressed the button to start the vibrations again, then carefully ran it over my pussy, up and down, not lingering long enough on my clit to get me there. He circled my nipple again, rubbing the toy over the pink tip of it, aroused and hard.
Back to my cunt, but never enough on my clit.
My nipples again.
Prodding my entrance.
Buzzing over my clit so lightly tears welled in my eyes.
How many minutes had he been doing this now?
I could hardly think of anything other than my need to come. My brain had zeroed in on it, and nothing else mattered. All my thoughts were of my throbbing clitoris. I felt my heartbeat everywhere.
The vibrating toy was so close to giving me what I needed, and still so far.
I was starting to lose my mind, every teasing pass over my clit driving me further and further into a pit of lust so deep it was fucking swallowing me.
My mind, my body, everything. I stared at Micah, tears starting to drip down my face again—for a different reason now—mindless pleas pouring endlessly from my lips.
I was begging.
He still wouldn’t give it to me.
I pulled at my restraints, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was endure this. Endure him.
Every inch of me was hot, tingling, humming with need.
My back bowed, my tits pressed up, my lower lip caught between my teeth as desperate cries lodged in my throat.
He pressed on my clit, giving me almost enough pressure to come, then took it all away. I was trembling all over, my muscles twitching uncontrollably.
“Micah,” I sobbed, beyond mindless at this point. “I can’t. I can’t. Fuck—please. I—” He rolled the vibrator over my clit again and a low whine tore out of my throat, but it still wasn’t enough.
Again, he teased my clit and I felt like I was going to burst into flames. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
I made some sound—almost a moan, almost a choke.
Whenever he finally decided to let me come, it was going to wreck me.
“Beg.”
“Please please please please please—”
“Please what?” He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my inner thigh, hard, the vibrations sinking into my taut muscle.
“Please let me come!”
“Again.”
“Fuck! Please let me fucking come!”
I’d barely gotten the words out before he was moving the toy back to my pussy, letting my buck my hips against the silicone, letting me rub my oversensitive clit on it as pleasure built so strong and tight in my body it almost hurt.
My eyes rolled and my breath broke, my legs shaking like crazy as I finally, finally crested the edge of my orgasm.
I was gasping and crying, feeling like I was being shredded by the sheer intensity of the sensation rolling through my body. My pussy clenched and released, over and over, a searing swell of heat flooding me.
Micah untied my ankles and knelt between my quivering legs, yanking his pants down in the front to free his cock, spreading my thighs even wider as he started to sink inside of me.
Everything was so swollen and sensitive and he felt so big I couldn’t think.
Helpless, mindless, wrists tied above my head, ankles lifted onto his broad shoulders. He looked like a wicked god.
“You’re so good,” he groaned against my neck, shoving his cock further in, almost bending me in half. I swore I felt him in my stomach. “You’re so fucking good.”