35
Maeve
The girls had already gone to bed, and I sat in the living room waiting for Christian to return. Tatum had called me earlier to tell me that a few of her bodyguards were coming to the house. I knew their presence bothered her initially, but I liked the added security quite frankly. There was no replacement, though, for the comfort I felt in Christian’s arms.
When I finally heard the car pull into the driveway, I pulled the oversized shirt down, somehow feeling less confident that I was pantless.
I stood when I heard the key in the door and walked to the door, not expecting any sort of reaction from him, but when the door closed and I laid eyes on Christian, I wanted to jump all over him. He looked absolutely edible. He was wearing all black. He had his two guns holstered into his pants, and as he walked toward me, he looked like every single scary villain in movies or books. Inside, though, I knew he was warm, caring, and all mine.
The moment his blue eyes locked with mine, he pulled the ponytail out of his hair, letting it down toward the nape of his neck. I was about to open my mouth when his big strides closed the distance between us quickly, and he slammed me up against the wall in the hallway.
One arm was around my waist and the other above my head, leveraging himself on the wall when his lips dropped to meet mine. As they hovered over my mouth, I instinctually let them part slightly.
“Firecracker, do you know what you told me this morning?” That was not what I expected to hear right now.
I furrowed my brow in question, not knowing what or why he was asking me this, especially since we spent the entire day apart, so I simply shook my head.
He growled in my face before dropping his mouth down to dip into mine.
“I missed you so much,” I responded through his assault on my lips. “But you smell like…car oil?”
He pulled away and ran his hands through his golden locks.
“It was a long day,” he offered me, and I could tell something was bothering him. I didn’t want him to slip into escaping, so I just grabbed his hand.
“Let me clean you up.” I gave him a wink, and he playfully slapped my ass as I bound up the stairs.
I turned on the shower and pulled off what I was wearing to proudly display my nakedness.
“You wear nothing just for me, firecracker?” I nodded slowly, and he came to where I stood. I pulled off his shirt, and he shimmied out of his pants.
“You okay?” I asked as I noticed something still wasn’t right.
“Just a long day.” He walked into the shower, and I followed.
“Anything I could do to help?” I asked and dropped to my knees. The water from the shower pounded onto my face, and he only pushed his hips toward me.
“For someone who usually has a lot to say, you are awfully quiet right now.” I grabbed his thighs and gently rubbed my nails against his thick skin.
“Firecracker?”
I started to grin, loving the way my nickname sounded on his lips. “Yeah?”
“Respectfully, can you shut up and suck my cock now?”
I laughed, and he grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting himself deep down my throat. I liked this part of Christian. It was aggressive and demanding. He knew what he wanted.
I opened my mouth for his deep thick girth to enter, and as the water dripped down my face, I sucked him deep down in the back of my throat.
“Your mouth was made for me. Your lips are so beautiful and soft.” I looked up and saw him throwing his head back as the water rained on both of us.
I continued to suck him off, and he moved back into the water more so as my mouth slid up and down on his cock, I got mouthfuls of water and precum all over.
“Choke on it,” Christian all but demanded. I took him in as deep as I could, and as the water filled my mouth, so did his cock. He groaned in the most beautifully erotic way as I took him all the way to the back of my throat. I sucked him until my mouth was raw and my jaw was slack.
“Stand up.” Christian noticed that I was running out of steam, quite literally, it was getting so hot in this bathroom from a combination of the water and how intense it was between us.
I quickly stood, and he carried me over to the bedroom. The instant the cool air whipped through me, I felt energized again.
Christian disappeared into his closet. I turned my head to see what he was doing and noticed he had unlocked a safe. He pulled the door open, displaying an array of weapons, including guns, knives, and others that I didn’t recognize immediately. He grabbed a small black knife that was a little larger than your average pocket knife.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, and I nodded. This was different, but I liked to experiment and play, so I was all but willing, especially since I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
“Lie on the bed, on your back. Dangle your legs off the side.” I nodded.
I lay flat and moved my legs off the side of the bed. I watched as Christian’s eyes filled with the darkness I was familiar with. The kind of shadows I craved.
He stalked toward me and slowly leaned my head to the side to kiss my neck. I heard the click of the knife as he pulled it open.
“Use your words to tell me if you want me to stop at any point,” he prompted.
Very slowly, I felt the cold metal tip of the knife as it glided down my throat.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned out as he pressed his other free hand at the very top of my core. He dragged the cool, pointy tip of the knife down my neck and used his mouth to trail after the spots with delicate kisses. It was a delicious sensation of both gentle and dangerous.
When he managed to reach my heaving tits, he slowly slid the very pointy tip around my nipples, and I was immediately wet and needy, craving him.
“Does my good girl like when Daddy is dangerous?” He offered a low raspy chuckle. I whimpered.
He slowly moved the knife around my nipples, and the sharp blade was so close to causing me pain, but it brought me so much pleasure.
He dragged the knife down my stomach, adding a little more pressure this time. Not enough to draw any blood, but enough that the slight scraping against my skin caused me to writhe underneath him. He was in full control and had power over me—a beautiful, dominating man.
His mouth was now on my core, and I could feel his tongue slip out, but he never moved his knife away from the very inside of my thighs. He started to swirl his tongue around me, and with the very tip of the knife, he dug a little into my skin, dragging the point around the inside of my leg.
From where my head was positioned, I could see the slightest amount of blood drip down onto the sheets. There was no other word to describe what I saw but erotic.
“Christian,” I begged through breathless moans.
He let go, and I felt disappointed until he flipped me over with one hand. I was on my stomach with my legs dangling off the bed.
I felt the metal of the knife as it dragged down my back and landed on my ass.
“Open wide,” he demanded, and I quickly spread my legs open for him. While one hand pressed against my ass with the knife, the other hand came wailing down with a resounding slap. In an instant, his cock was inside me. The pressure of him inside me, the way he continued to slap my ass, and the knife that was digging into my skin and drawing blood was all so erotic.
“Christian,” I whispered. “I’m not going to last long.” I knew immediately this was almost over the moment he was inside me because of the concoction of emotions I felt.
He dug a little deeper into the very top of my butt, and I wailed and squirmed underneath him as he continued to thrust inside me. I could feel his slick cock sliding in and out of me as the knife dug deeper into me.
“I knew my dirty little slut would like to be punished,” he murmured in a raspy tone.
I gripped the side of the bed and turned my head around so our eyes locked. My breath was ragged, but he paused ever so slightly.
“Daddy, I have been such a bad girl.”
He cried out my name and arched his head and pressed the tip of the cold metal onto my ass as I burst onto him. My body sank into oblivion as suddenly, all the pressure was released from inside me, and the knife was moved away. I had to calm myself down from the release and almost turned over when I heard Christian return.
“Wait. Let me clean you up.”
I turned around and realized that a small puddle of blood was on the floor. Instead of staying there, I got up and walked to our connecting bathroom and looked at myself in the floor-length mirror.
There were marks all over the backside of my body. Very small amounts of blood dripped down, and I had to admit it was super sexy and empowering to see all of that.
“I’m so sorry. I think I got carried away.” He started to wet a towel and dropped to his knees to clean me up.
“Don’t be sorry. I liked it,” I whispered quietly, somewhat embarrassed that I enjoyed a little bit of blood. Christian emitted a low chuckle and began to wipe me up.
I dropped to my knees to match him, and I could see the surprise on his face. I cupped the stubble on his jawline and brought my mouth to his. He lifted both of us up, but I held his jawline tightly as I brought his face down to mine.
He brought his mouth so close to mine that I could feel him take a few breaths before our eyes locked. The way I felt about him was indescribable. It was something wild, raw, and beautiful, like watching a flower blossom in a garden. It was new and exciting, but also felt stable and secure now.
“Maeve.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and I recognized the hesitation.
“Yeah?” I thought he would say what I had felt in my heart for a long time, probably much longer than this whole fake dating thing became real.
“I-I…” He hesitated, and I encouraged him by grabbing his hands and interlacing his fingers with mine.
“Say it,” I encouraged.
“I love you,” he murmured quickly and quietly. I pressed my lips onto his.
“Finally.” I finally breathed as I pulled away from him. “I have loved you for a while now.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me in, resting his head in the crook of my neck. We stayed there, embraced in each other’s arms for some time, savoring the moment.
It was a moment I would never forget, because I knew from this point forward, that nothing about this was fake. I genuinely and truly loved everything about this man.