Chapter 36 Aurora #2
“That’s better.” He’s being crude, raising his palm to his mouth and licking my arousal off it.
My shame. My pain, even, I bet he tastes it on me. He hums once, and without a warning, he’s back to spanking my pussy.
Tears stream down my cheeks. My core is hot and swollen. Soaking and sensitive.
Pain morphs into pleasure, only to revert to pain.
I’m delirious, floating, and there’s only Everett’s harsh glare to keep me grounded.
There’s only the feel of his hands on me. Only the orgasm that’s building inside of me.
When Everett pulls back, he’s spinning me on the rack.
“No.” I’m sobbing. Needing this release. Needing him to stay. “No, please.”
“You’re the one who’s been begging for this.” His body heat is gone, for a fleeting moment. He returns just as fast, wrapping another one of his ties around my waist. “Wants me to turn you into my little fuck doll. To turn you into my pain slut. The toy I get to use.”
“Yes, yes, but please.”
“Please?” Everett bites my shoulder, licking away the sting. His body is so close to mine, pressing against me as he pulls me back. Lifting my hips with his tie. “If you want something, you better use your words, wife.”
“Make me come.” Shame washes over me for having to ask. For failing myself and him by losing control over my mouth. My needs. “It hurts. It hurts. Make me come.”
“I would…” He steps aside, pulling me so high that I’m on my tiptoes. My breasts hang low, swollen from how much I want him.
His lips find my ear. I shift my eyes to find his unyielding ones.
“Except I’m not here to take away your pain,” he growls. “Not so fast, anyway.”
This time, his hand lands on my ass. Strong enough to make me scream. To make me cry, whimper, and beg.
“There you go.” I’m granted relief, though it isn’t a real one.
Everett—while keeping the tie around my waist—wipes the tears off my cheeks.
Shoves them into my mouth with two thick fingers that choke me.
“Lick your tears off me. Suck on my fingers. Yes, good girl. You’re so good.
So tempting. Letting me defile your mouth.
Your cunt. Your ass. Doing all of that for me. To help me.”
This torture is a mind-fuck. Being brought to the brink of an orgasm only to have it ripped away from me, being spanked raw by the man I love, it does things to my head.
I’m more than floating. I’m in a whole other universe.
Most of me.
The heart of me will always be here. Tethered to him.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” Crack. “Help me?” Crack. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” It’s a voiceless scream. More of my tears cascade down to the floor. “Yes.”
His groan is torn, jagged. He sounds like a wounded animal, full of hurt and despair.
“Going to fuck you, wife.”
After that, his name is nothing but a prayer. Whispered in reverence. In submission. Then the tie falls away, and his hands claim my hips.
“I’ll never deserve you. Your dripping pussy.
Your raw, beautiful heart.” We both moan from the brutal invasion of his cock.
I stretch around him. Fighting to accommodate his thickness, his throbbing length inside me.
“Fucking ever. I’m taking you anyway, Aurora.
” The ruthless thrust of his hips emphasizes each word.
“I’m putting a baby inside you. Going to own you.
Possess you. Fucking treasure you until my dying breath. ”
His filthy vows, the way his cock hits that spot, I’m seeing stars.
That’s the push I’ve needed. I’m tumbling into the darkness. Diving headfirst into the most exquisite, unearthly orgasm of my life.
“That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.” Everett’s thrusts are erratic. Harsher. His fingers bruise my flesh, digging deeper into me. These are acts of love. A show of his eternal commitment to me. “Letting me rail you like that. Milking my cum. Fuck, I love you. Oh, fuck.”
“I love you,” I whisper, twisting my head to watch his face as he comes inside me.
His strength, how feral he is, I’m in awe of him. He may not be a king in the traditional sense, but he’s still the one who’s protected me, claimed me, fought my demons with his bare hands.
He’s carved out a kingdom from pain and shadows. He rules it with the only thing that ever truly mattered, with his devotion to me.
I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding him of that.
Soon. For now, I take comfort in his gentle touch as he removes the tie from my wrists. My body collapses to his chest while he examines my wrists, kissing each one.
“You’ve done so well.” Without any effort, he scoops me up in his arms. His lips are warm on my temple. His heart beats in a strong and steady rhythm in his chest. I love listening to that sound. “The night isn’t over though.”
Confusion has me scrunching my nose. “It isn’t?”
“No.” His expression is grim. “I’m going to run you a bath. Take care of you.”
I snuggle into him while he carries me to the bathroom, my arms around his neck. “I like the sound of that.”
“After that, we need to talk.” He lowers me to the floor, starting the bath with me balanced against his body. “We’ve run out of time.”
Dread creeps up my body, my skin prickling in response to his words. I’m shivering, snuggling closer to him.
When the water fills the bath, we go inside, and I sit between his strong legs, my head resting on his shoulder.
“We’re going to talk about my mom?” Dread and hope lace around my lungs. “My family?”
“Soon.” Everett hugs me tight. “Rest. Let me look after you for a little while longer.”
“Okay.” I relax further into him, knowing I’m safe in his embrace. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
That’s the last thing I hear before I fall into a blissful sleep.