Chapter 31 The Ultimate Tease
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The Ultimate Tease
Igasp into my body as my eyes fly open. Euphoria cascades down my body as the climax recedes and my muscles relax. My pulse thrums through my clit and radiates down my legs. I release Rhaz’s head from the death grip of my thighs and look down at him.
His wide eyes are locked on mine and panic hits me. Shit, did I hurt him? Or…squirt all over his face? Embarrassment zings through my chest and I swallow hard.
“Are you okay?”
His expression softens and he pulls back. He wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, smearing me all over him. A smile reveals the tips of his fangs as he sits back on his heels.
“You chose me,” he says, touching the center of his chest.
Amid the gold-glowing scars is a flicker of neon pink. He runs his fingers over it, and a thrill races down my spine. Ghostly tendrils of magic caress the skin on my chest in the same spot, and then my senses open.
I can feel the obsidian glass all around us. I sense Soot resting in his hideaway behind the bookshelf. The fire burning at the other end of the room responds to my will, glowing brighter. I think it, and the chains holding me to the wall dissolve.
I sit up and reach for him. He pulls me into his arms, bumping our foreheads together.
“You choose me, knowing what I am, and what I’ve done?”
I wiggle my hands out of the belt and cup his cheeks, holding his gaze steady so he has nowhere else to look but into my eyes.
“Yes, I do.”
He kisses me tenderly. So much that’s unsaid escapes in this kiss. Words like love, and fate, and forever. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull myself close. He presses me flush against the bulge in his pants and groans.
He reaches down and fumbles for something, then breaks our kiss.
“How does this work?” he asks, holding up the condom package.
Thank god for cucumbers and sex ed class. I do actually know since porn was never any help in that department. I take the packet from him and flop back on the bed.
“Get naked,” I say, unable to hide my smile.
“Bossy,” he grumbles.
His eyes glow radiant orange as he slides his hands from my legs to his. He moves painfully slow, snapping the button and teasing me with a peek of muscle. He runs a talon along the waist of his pants. I look up at him as the frustration builds to intolerable levels.
“I want you inside me,” I say.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Bad enough to beg for it?”
I cross my arms. “I think you want it bad enough to beg for it.”
The rest of his clothes disappear in a burst of embers. He nods to the condom in my hand.
“That isn’t begging, but I guess it’s close enough,” I say, then tear into the packet with my teeth.
I pull out the lubed-up latex and find the right way to roll it down.
I lean forward and place it on the tip, then look up at him.
He’s watching with stern intensity, his fists clenched at his sides, and I know I’ve gone and done it.
I went full brat on him and earned myself some kind of delicious punishment.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Regretting it?”
“Yeah, right,” I say, squeezing my fingers over the edge of the condom.
I push, watching it roll over him slowly. Every vein, bump, and ridge that will push me over the edge feels like sin against my fingers. He sighs and smoke pours over us. It curls around my wrist and caresses my arm, like a living tendril of heat.
I go slow, relishing every part of him. When the condom is secure around his base, I look up at him again.
“Lie face down,” he says, his face a stoic mask.
I know I’ve already earned something that’ll sting, but I can’t help myself when I ask, “Or what?”
He chuffs, as if he didn’t believe I’d push him further.
He leans down, grabbing my chin as he rumbles, “Or I will fuck this pretty mouth until it’s too sore for backtalk.”
There’s something thrilling in the vision of him taking his pleasure from me like that.
I can envision him thrusting all the way to the back of my throat, and the sweet ache in my jaw as I open for him as wide as I can.
The stars that would dance in my eyes as I take tiny sips of air between his punishing thrusts.
And when he comes down the back of my throat, I’ll swallow everything he gives me.
He thumbs my bottom lip. “You are so perfect, but you’re also a stubborn little firecracker that needs to feel my belt.”
The air leaves me in a gasp. “Your belt?”
He pauses, waiting for me to say no.
The idea of being spanked by something other than his hand feels naughtier, more dangerous, exhilarating.
I want to know how it will hurt, and how that pain will bloom into the fire that makes me yearn for him.
I’ve had a need to be filled by him for weeks now, and I’m sure he’s felt it too.
But denying that satisfaction just a little longer, heightening that sense of anticipation, could make it all the better.
I roll over, tucking my arms beneath me so he can’t snatch them.
“Hands and knees,” he says.
I pull my legs under me and push my ass high into the air, staying on my elbows instead of coming all the way to a tabletop position.
The leather of the belt whines in his grip as he whispers a curse.
“You will tell me if it’s too much,” he says, and I know he wants me to reply.
“Yes, RhazDaddy.”
The leather is colder than his skin, making me gasp at its gentle touch against my right cheek.
The folded edge of the belt smooths down my butt to my thigh and then disappears.
I huff out my held breath as he touches my left cheek and makes the same long, downward stroke, like a painter with a canvas.
The first crack of the belt is soft, barely any sting to it. Just a testing smack. I don’t want him to be gentle with me, so I do what I know will get the response I want. I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Is that all?”
He slides the belt across the warm mark he left on my right side. He’s amused, his expression still stern, but there’s a lightness in his eyes.
“So impatient.”
His arm moves so fast I barely register the next hit across my left. The sting is sharp and immediate, drawing all my focus to my bottom. The pain dulls and blooms into a soft throb that makes me sigh. This is what I want. What I crave.
The next strike makes me moan. The mounting sensation of pumping blood and nerves firing has all my attention south, on what he’s doing to me. I need more.
The belt comes down across both cheeks, and I yelp, muscles clenching as I shift away from him.
“Jiahui,” he says, his voice a mix of concern and frustration. “You’re not being honest with me.”
“It’s not too much,” I say.
“I’m hurting you.”
“I want it to hurt.”
Blood pulses through the impact spots, heating my cheeks. The silence that stretches between us is filled with a warm flourish of pleasure as the pain begins to fade. I moan at the relief left in the wake of the sting.
“Don’t you like that?” I ask.
He sighs again. “I do…”
I look over my shoulder at him. Concern and confusion knit his brow. He doesn’t think I’m supposed to like this. He thinks I’m doing this just for him.
“I like it,” I say. “Can’t you tell that I like it?”
His eyes meet mine and the belt claps against my ass.
I wince at the sharp slap to my nerves, but as blood rushes in, the skin warms and tingles with a delicious respite.
He watches me as another strike comes down on the other cheek, then another.
Four more quick, relentless hits have me at the edge of my sanity.
Rhazan is panting when he stops, letting the belt rest against me.
I exhale hard and suck down a fresh breath as stars dance in my vision.
The burning ache in my ass is so intense there’s no room for any other thoughts in my mind.
A sort of zen falls over me, a haze of pain and pleasure, leaving my head empty and my body yearning.
The belt slides down to my center and I mewl mindlessly as I lean back into the touch. But he pulls the belt away just as soon as I get the tiny bit of friction that I want.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, pulling the belt to his mouth.
He licks the glistening moisture from the leather, closing his eyes as he does. Fuck, he’s so beautiful, and delightfully messed up. Just my flavor of weird.
The belt comes down on my ass harder than before, and I cry out as a zap of pleasure radiates from that spot all the way to my clit.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he squeezes his cock with his other hand. “You’re almost my shade of red.”
I moan. “Make me red like you, RhazDaddy.”
He strikes me again, then glides the belt through my center to my clit. I shiver as the soft touch on my bud flares in sharp contrast against the sting on my ass. I can’t help but wiggle and push back, trying to get more.
His fingers take over where the belt once was, and the pressure he gives me is perfect.
I grind back onto his hand and he slaps the belt down against both cheeks from above.
The opposing sensations create a mind-numbing cocktail that pumps through my body like a drug.
I’m panting hard and groaning on every exhale.
I writhe and shake, my muscles weak as I teeter on the edge of supernova.
“You’re so close,” he says, and the gold in his scars turns blindingly bright.
He turns his wrist, and while his fingers stay pressed against my clit, his thumb moves between my cheeks. I’m surprised, and embarrassed, when the pleasure of just that little pressure against my other hole is what pushes me over.
My thighs clamp together on his hand and I cry out, keeping him there as I ride out the explosive orgasm.
Rhazan wraps his other arm under my hips and pulls me upward, keeping his hand against my pussy as he positions me on his lap.
My legs fall on either side of his and he holds my right thigh open as his cock finds my wet center.
He's so big, the first press of him inside me aches. I clutch his arm across my ribs, holding myself up as I get familiar with the sensation. I’ve wanted him to fill me for so long. I know I can take him.
His lips are warm against my back. “Relax. I don’t want any of this to hurt like what I’ve just done to you.”
I release his arm and sag into him, realizing he’s holding me up easily. The muscles in my thighs unclench next, and the release of that tension has him easing in another inch. I’m so full of him already it makes me whimper.
He lifts me, sliding out that earned inch, and repositions us. My inner walls release and he glides into me to the first nodule on his shaft. That bump presses on something blissful inside me, putting me dangerously close to another orgasm.
Rhazan kisses the space between my shoulders and lets me slide down him another inch. “You’re taking me so well, beautiful.”
The praise after all that pain is the sweetest balm. I latch on to the sound of his voice as he goes on.
“That pretty pink pussy is swallowing me up. You’re almost there. You almost have all of me.”
He moves his hand from under my thigh and wraps it over my leg until his fingers rest on my swollen clit.
He circles it with gentle pressure, and that final inch slides inside me.
I feel so complete pressed against him, fucked full of him.
The textured pad of his pubic mound brushes the tender skin of my sore ass and somehow soothes it.
The sensation gives me another point of pleasure to focus on, and I lose myself to it.
I reach back and grab his head, hugging him to me as he begins to move. My toes curl into his blankets as every part of me comes alive with his love. He lavishes my shoulder with open-mouthed kisses that carry desperate groans.
His fingers press harder on my clit, surrounding me in pleasure with every thrust of his hips. I’m at the edge, but the peak is just out of reach. I’m riding this immense high of ecstasy that steals my breath.
Rhazan grunts, his fangs seeking something to sink into.
“Bite me,” I cry. “Mark me, claim me.”
The sharp spear of his teeth in the meat of my neck is hardly an afterthought to the deep bliss that explodes from my center. I’m falling forward, caught by Rhazan’s hand against my throat. He slams into me from behind, clapping my sore cheeks with his hips.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Pain.
My mind whirls with the two sensations until they merge into one, soul-shattering experience.
I’m coming again and I don’t think I’ll survive.
Then I feel it, the thrum of my astral tether, locked in place right behind me.
He’s there, holding me, fucking me, biting me, keeping me. I’m his; protected, secure, and safe.
An animalistic moan rumbles through my chest as my body tightens. Rhazan mirrors my sounds of pleasure as he pounds into me with wet slaps. I lean into his hand around my throat and ride the high of all the blood rushing to my pussy. His cock hardens and the nodules rubbing my G-spot turn solid.
The air is punched from my lungs as I ascend again, hitting the stratosphere. He pumps into me with ragged, uneven thrusts as he moans into my shoulder. I can feel myself getting fuller as he unloads into the condom.
A fleeting concern for the integrity of that thin barrier flits through my mind and he pulls out. He lies on top of me, cradling me as his wet cock slaps against my thigh.
He releases my shoulder and a warm bead of blood rolls down my neck to my chest. His tongue slides over my wound and a warm comfort slips into the tired muscle.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“Healing my mate,” he says, then laves me again.
I chuckle. “Mate? Are you from Down Unda?”
He nuzzles my neck, then rolls to the side, pulling me with him until I’m resting on his chest. He lets out a heavy sigh and kisses the top of my head.
“You’re my one and only love in all the realms. My mate. My destiny.”