20. Shadow Slut
Shadow Slut
Ryn
I’m warm and content—more so than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life.
It takes my mind a second to register why, but when I do, a self-satisfied smirk turns my lips up, and I nuzzle into the warm body caging me in.
We’re lying on our sides, with my head tucked into Seth’s chest, and his arms wrapped securely around my torso.
Our legs are entwined, with one of mine wrapped around his hip, and I move it to pull him in closer, even though I’m pretty sure that’s not actually possible.
My eyes flutter open at the same time my pussy clenches around Seth’s hard cock, and I hum with contentment as my hips cant forward.
I fucking love cock-warming with someone big enough to stay in and knowing that he’s mine—that he loves me?
Ugh. That really fucking does it for me.
His cock throbs inside me in response to my clenching, and he sucks in a breath before moaning and squeezing me impossibly tighter.
“Good morning to you, too, love.” Seth’s voice is deep and raspy with sleep, and I fucking love it.
I want to hear it every morning. I want to wake up surrounded by him, with my pussy clenching around his hard length.
He loves me! Warmth permeates my entire being, and a fucking kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in my stomach, sending residual flutters to my core.
“Can I ask you something?” I grind into him and lock my legs around his hips, holding him hostage inside of me.
He’s mine. I’ve always been a little possessive of the things I love, but this—this is new.
It’s like, there’s too much happiness buzzing under my skin, and I feel like I might burst, float away, or scream—maybe all three.
He quirks a brow ridge and smiles, “You kind of already did—but yes, of course. Anything.” His lips purse quickly, and he amends, “Anything except, ‘can you leave?’’’ My dick and I both like it here and have no plans to leave anytime soon.”
I laugh and swat his chest, smiling wider when his orbs flare as my laughter squeezes him tighter.
“Actually, I was thinking maybe you could tie me up with your shadows again?” I can feel the blush on my cheeks from both the vulnerability and desire my proposition inspires.
But suddenly I need it. I need him to ground me.
To tie me up and fuck me senseless—in a way that I wouldn’t trust anyone else to handle my body, my spirit.
I want to be vulnerable for him because he fucking deserves it.
Orbs blazing as he purrs, his arms tighten around my waist, and his hands knead my ass playfully as he considers me. “From that slightly crazed look in your eyes, I’m guessing you want more than a repeat of last night?”
I nod, a hedonistic desire vivifying me, “Please, Seth.”
His smile drops at the urgency in my voice, and he tilts his head as if to say did I miss something?
“Yesterday I made you doubt how serious I am, and I saw how much it hurt you. Maybe I didn’t want to admit it to myself yet either.”
He opens his mouth to say something, probably something selfless to let me off the hook for being a bitch, but I press a finger to his lips. “Don’t.”
I wait until he nods slightly, and his orbs dim in brightness, but swirl with emotion.
“I love you, Seth. I’ve never felt like this before, and I’ve damn sure never felt comfortable being so unguarded with anyone.
I—I trust you. Completely. And you have access to all of me.
My mind, my body, my heart—it’s all yours.
” I mentally add my soul to that list, the truth of that revelation as shocking as it is exhilarating.
The lights in his orbs are spinning faster now, and I swallow against the lump of emotion clogging my throat.
I clear it as best I can and finish, “So I relinquish control to you. Because I can—because you already command my heart, and I trust you with everything else.” I let my finger drop away from his mouth and lick my lips, waiting for him to respond.
A muscle ticks in his jaw as his orbs blank out for a moment, before flaring back to life, burning brighter than I’ve ever seen them. His lip curls on one side, and he slowly releases his grip on my ass. I would protest if I didn’t feel the whispers of his shadows moving along my body.
My stomach dips with anticipation, and I hold back a moan.
“If you need to stop, say moon.” His cock pulses inside of me once more before he sits us up, and his shadows lift me off of him.
My pulse starts to jackhammer, and I try to hold myself still as shadow-bonds pull my arms behind my back, pinning my hands together in a reverse prayer pose.
I gasp at the cool slide of shadow across my chest, looping around and under my breasts to form a double V harness.
I glance at Seth, who is watching me from the bed, a glint in his eyes that sends a shiver of excitement down my spine.
His right brow ridge hitches, just barely—his way of checking in without being too passive, and fuck, it’s so gods damn hot.
I nod, testing the bonds on my upper body and finding them completely secure. I take a little breath and whisper, “More, please.”
My nostrils flare as I watch Seth wrap a big hand around his cock and leisurely stoke himself as more shadows materialize around my lower half, bending my knees and pinning my shins back against my thighs in an elaborate double futomomo-zuri that has me panting, both with lust and adrenaline.
Drool pools in my mouth as his fingers trace the bony protrusions lining his outer shaft, while the tip of his inner shaft flares around his magic cross-style studs. His cock is quite possibly the most attractive one I’ve ever seen—certainly the most interesting. And it’s all mine.
The shadows pull me backward, floating me away from the bed, and I panic as the safety net of the mattress disappears.
My eyes shoot down toward the ground and I instinctively struggle against the shadow-ropes for a moment before Seth’s soothing voice croons, “Calm down, beautiful girl. I’ve got you. ”
My pussy throbs, and I freeze, looking back at my psychopomp as he squeezes the base of his cock. He’s breathing heavily, and just knowing that this is affecting him helps me relax further into the bindings. I trust you.
He curses under his breath and pulls his lower lip into his mouth as he releases his cock and stands from the bed, slowly making his way toward where I’m suspended mid-air. I suck in a breath as he stops just in front of me and gently tweaks my nipples with his fingers.
“So fucking beautiful, Ryn.” His burning orbs swirl languidly as he bends down, and at the same time, his shadows tilt me backward, spreading my legs and thrusting my pussy into his face.
“And so,” he licks lightly up my weeping slit, and I shudder, my heart beating so hard and fast I can hardly hear. Seth’s voice comes out like a growl around his next word, “fucking,” he licks more firmly, this time directly over my clit, and I cry out as he rumbles, “MINE.”
His hot mouth sucks my most sensitive spot at the same time he slips a finger into my dripping core, and I let out a soundless scream, because oh my fucking gods, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I think I’m gonna fucking come already!
Seth pulls back, and his finger pauses as a sound of protest gets trapped in my throat, a shadow-collar suddenly materializing around my neck, giving me one firm squeeze.
My eyes widen with shock, but my walls clench hard around the finger still buried deep in my cunt.
My brain short-circuits, and I moan brokenly as lust courses through my veins at cataclysmic levels.
He chuckles, and the sound is all velvety sex, stoking the coals of my desire hotter still.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take care of you, and this captivating fucking cunt.
” His finger curls, and the heat of his mouth closes around my clit again.
He sucks once and then mutters, “I always take care of what’s mine. ”
Some completely undignified noise escapes me as he licks and sucks with enthusiasm, and I twitch uselessly against the shadows pinning me in place.
His finger pumps into me at a rhythmic pace, and I croon as my orgasm builds.
He adds a finger and adjusts his angle to hit my G-spot, sucking and licking in tandem, and effectively playing me like a godsdamn fiddle.
Spots dance behind my eyelids, and I scream, my pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers that all he can do for a moment is feather the tips of them against my inner sweet spot.
My body wants to curl inward, or arch, or convulse—something, anything to help distribute the force of my orgasm, but it can’t.
All I can do is feel it, and let it overwhelm me.
Seth’s licks turn measured as I whimper, no doubt because he’s able to feel my whole body trembling in his bonds.
The fingers still inside me scissor open, and I moan at the stretch.
He licks me one more time before straightening, his eyes burning bright as he tilts his head to watch.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he smiles, and the air shudders out of my lungs at the sight—and then I quickly suck it back in when he opens his fingers wider, making room for a strand of solidifying shadow to push into my core alongside his fingers.
It feels good, but it’s not what I really want.
“Seth, please, I need your cock.” My voice is thready with the intensity of my yearning, and my core throbs with eagerness.