SEVEN
Her unrestrained cries filled the room, and they hit me like a drug I didn’t want to come down from. Her body responded to my every touch. She gave herself over completely.
I fingered her, stroked her. I was drunk on her, on the way her skin flushed under my fingers, the way her moans reverberated inside me, feeding a hunger I hadn’t even known could burn this fiercely.
Every trembling breath she took was mine to command, and the power of it surged through me like fire in my veins.
I wanted to take more, to mark her in ways no one else could, to thread myself through every thought, every breath, until I was carved into her soul.
But beneath it all, there was something else – something quieter but no less consuming.
The way she trusted me, the way she let herself be this vulnerable – it did something to me.
It exhilarated me. It terrified me. I thought I’d pushed too far, so sure she’d cry out the safe word – but she didn’t.
She held on. Desperate for the collapse of our bodies almost as much as I was.
Her body rose to meet my fingers as if she were made for this – for me. The soft heat of her tightened around my touch, and I couldn’t stop the groan that rumbled low in my chest. She was perfect, every tremor of her body, every gasp and moan, fuelling the fire roaring inside me.
I tightened my grip on her throat, just enough pressure to make her pulse beat harder against my palm – a soft, frantic reminder of how fragile she was. There were no choices when she was mine – there was just the command, the outcome – and the punishment.
Her breath stalled, a tiny sound stuck in her throat. Breakable. Fucking beautiful.
Mine to shape until she forgot she no longer belonged to herself.
My other hand worked her, fingers curling and stroking that secret, trembling spot deep inside her, coaxing her closer – closer, until her body betrayed her mind.
Watching her fight against it thrilled me; watching her surrender to it fed the dark thing inside me.
‘Come for me again, little angel,’ I whispered, my voice thick – a command, a promise carried in the same breath.
My little angel – so soft, so eager, so oblivious to how easily pleasure could rip her open and wake the monster sleeping under her skin. The one that mirrored my own.
It didn’t take long, and I was livid. And then, as if she responded to my words as much as she did to my touch, her thighs started shaking, her back bowing against my chest, her breath coming in broken gasps.
I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, the raw intensity of her climax making me ache for her until I nearly roared alongside her.
Her release came in waves, breaking over her in ragged moans – but I didn’t let up. I chased every last tremor from her body, wringing it out until nothing remained but surrender.
In absolute silence, I watched her catch her breath, her chest heaving with the effort, her body quaking against my unrelenting grip. Her skin glistened, flushed and radiant, as if lit from inside.
My fingers slid out of her slowly, relishing the way she tightened reflexively one last time, the remnants of her climax following wetly after them. The warmth of her still clung to my skin.
I plunged those fingers into her mouth, slowly undulating as if fucking it. Need flared white-hot, my restraint fraying.
She made me want to devour her, to lose myself in her entirely – if I hadn’t already.
Releasing her throat, fully expecting her to crumble into the bed, I sucked in a breath when she held herself up instead. She wavered, but held on – didn’t even rely on the chains to support her.
Christ…
Her body quivered with exertion, her knees pressing into the mattress as she found strength she didn’t know she had. Watching her fall apart and hold fast with that kind of fire nearly wrecked me.
The smirk tugged at my lips, hidden behind the mask, as pride and desire twisted hotly in my chest.
She was fucking glorious. Stronger than she knew, hungrier than I had ever dared hope.
I shifted back on my knees, my breath coming hard and uneven as I allowed myself to drink in her curves from behind.
She was ruined – hair tangled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted as she fought to breathe.
But even undone, she was a force. Kneeling where I had left her, radiating both submission and defiance, she was every inch the goddess I wanted to worship.
And break.
The temptation to keep going surged. I could’ve taken her further, pushed her to the brink again, shattered her and remade her, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to step away.
Control.
Control was everything.
The rush under my skin told a different story, but this was about her – about what she needed, what she gave willingly. So she could give me the same.
My balls were about to explode. I couldn’t take it any longer.
I undid the shackles on her wrists with a calculated slowness, then let the leather slide off her knees with soft, taunting whispers. The slight crimson marks on her joints sent a jolt of possessive delight through me.
She sank lower on the bed, her body pliant and exhausted, but there was no mistaking the fire in her gaze.
As I eased her down onto her back, the urge to touch her, to lose myself in her heat, clawed at me. My fingers trailed along her skin, mapping the contours of her body, each touch a battle against my limits.
She trusted me, and I would not betray that.
I reached for the knife at my boot, the motion slow, meant to draw her attention.
Her eyes widened, fear flashing briefly like a spark in the dark, but it didn’t last. Her gaze moved past the blade to my mask, her surrender radiating back at me.
It stole my breath.
My heart thundered, each beat a violent reminder of the sanity I barely clung to.
If not for the mask hiding my face, I would’ve turned away, retreated to rebuild my crumbling composure.
With her, the line between dominance and indulgence blurred, and I was teetering dangerously close to falling into the seam.
‘Safe word,’ I rasped huskily with the effort of holding back.
‘Green,’ she whispered, her gaze unwavering.
My chest swelled.
I moved, knelt in front of her. Positioned myself between her thighs, spreading her open with the reverence she deserved.
Her dress had ridden all the way up.
I almost cursed.
Not here. Not yet. I would feel her soon. Just not now.
With a newfound resolve to tighten the noose around myself, I said, ‘Eyes on me.’
The order cut through the haze of her pleasure.
Her gaze climbed from my length and snapped to my face, obedience immediate, and I saw it again – the shadow of fear when she took in the knife.
The sharp edge of terror melted into something darker, more primal.
Desire. Pure, unrestrained. And utterly – fucking – addictive.
She skipped a breath as I pressed the flat of the blade against the tender skin of her inner thigh. The contrast of cold steel against her heated flesh sent a visible shudder through her.
My free hand moved to my dick, stroking slowly, my own need driving me to the edge. But it wasn’t enough to distract me from her – her shuddering, her gasps, the way her eyes raked over my mask, my chest and my arms as though I were her entire world.
But then I saw her white knuckles, the flick of her gaze to where I held the knife. She wanted to surrender. Something wouldn’t let her past the fear.
Dropping the knife, I reached for her, and she responded. Our fingers threaded. And I waited, watching her hard swallows taking the panic away little by little.
I held still – gave her space to find steady ground.
Only when her breathing slowed did I let myself believe she was coming back to me.
‘Green…’ she whispered, breathless.
And it made me want to devour her. Because she had overcome it again.
Goddamn, she was such a good girl. She knew how to let herself fall apart and still make it look like devotion.
I pulled back, knife back in hand, but her eyes weren’t on it any more – they were on my dick. Good. I’d reward her – give her what she came for.
I stroked myself – unhurried, ruthless in rhythm. Let her eyes take in every shift of my wrist.
She was enthralled, watching every slide with a new hunger. Her chest rose and fell in time with mine, our breaths echoing in the stillness.
I dragged the blade upwards, a slow glide that left a path of gooseflesh in its wake. Her body quivered beneath my touch even after all this, her thighs trembling as her gaze stayed locked on mine.
She gripped my hand, fingers digging into flesh. I let them. If this was what it took to crack her open, I’d let her shatter me in return.
‘I want to touch you…’ she whispered.
And in that moment, she wasn’t just mine. She was everything. Every inhale, every shiver, every ounce of strength and surrender.
The fire that stoked within me threatened to consume us both, but I held it back, teetering on the razor’s edge of control and chaos, knowing I wouldn’t fall – not until she asked me to.
‘On your knees,’ I said.
My gaze followed her every move as she struggled to sit up, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release.
I slid the knife away absently, my need pulsing harder with each ragged breath she took.
Then, with a grace that was equal parts determination and allure, she moved to kneel before me.
Her plump lips hovered inches from my mask, so close I could feel the warmth of her breath ghosting over the fabric.
Staring down at her, my restraint hung by a thread.
Her eyes met mine, glimmering with mischief and something darker, more daring, and I nearly came undone right then.
Her hands, soft and warm, moved over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle and skin with reverent curiosity.
Then she curled her fingers, nails threatening to break skin – to unravel me.
My head fell back as I fought against the rising tide of release, my breaths ragged, my control slipping.
I didn’t notice the shift until the cold bite of metal snapped around my wrists.
My gaze shot to her, torn between shock and the brutal ache howling through me – just as she pressed the buttons on the clasps. Before I could react, the chains yanked my arms apart, spreading me wide like a fucking offering to the devil.
The audacity…
The defiance…
Need exploded alongside the rage.
There she was, holding my own blade. The knife gleamed wickedly in her hand, a giant, dangerous weapon that looked absurdly perfect against her delicate fingers tipped with red nail polish. The colour shimmered like fresh blood in the low light.
A snarl curled at the base of my throat, burning all the way down to my chest. But my lips remained sealed.
A violent surge kicked through me – the urge to snap the chains, grab her throat, take her back. Reassert. Undo what she dared. But I didn’t. I fucking let her.
And I never let anything like this happen before.
If she hadn’t been drunk on lust, I would have sworn there had been a devilish grin playing at her mouth as the same idea struck her: she had stolen my power, broken my rhythm, restrained me, taken my blade – and now she dared to own it.
Hunger burned in her eyes as if it had always been a part of her. And perhaps it had.
I was hers in that moment, utterly and willingly.
The knife trailed down my chest, leaving a path of cool fire in its wake. My muscles tensed under its caress, each scrape of metal against flesh driving me closer to the edge.
‘Why do you do this?’ she asked, voice feather-soft – curious, not defiant.
I closed my eyes for a moment to take it in. She wasn’t pushing. She was pulling me deeper. Learning.
My lungs burned with a held breath. All of her focus, all of her trust poured hot into the hand that held the blade.
‘Fear,’ I whispered, my voice raw. ‘Of losing control. Of what it reveals.’
The knife paused at my sternum, and I felt her holding her breath in the space between us.
‘And pain?’ she murmured.
My eyes opened slowly, locking onto hers. ‘Pain takes the weight off. Peels you open. Strips you bare until the only thing left is raw need.’
The blade grazed my nipple and my hips jolted. She was controlling every response from me now. Every quiver.
She moved lower, her body sinuous and graceful, her curves a siren’s call. And then she sank down entirely, her hourglass figure stretching and straining as her face levelled with my waist.
‘Scarlett…’ I warned.
But she claimed me, anyway. So sure. So sudden.
I bit my lip hard, the sting keeping me from spiralling me as the heat of her mouth wrapped around me.
The world narrowed to her – the wet, scorching sensation of her lips, her tongue, her movements. And I gave a deep groan as my discipline finally shattered. I didn’t care to mask it any more – I needed her.
She sucked me hard, rhythm brutal, need on its absolute high.
Her hands joined this infernal symphony, one stroking me in time with her mouth, the other cupping me, teasing, tormenting with soft, insistent pressure. The knife lay forgotten on the bed. All that existed was her. Her mouth, her hands, her tongue. And the slow breaking of my mind.
She was tiny against me, her sweet mouth struggling to take all of me, yet she didn’t waver. She pushed herself further, taking me as deep as she could, and it drove me wild.
My head fell back. My body shuddered violently against the restraints as I came so hard it felt as if my lungs split in two.
She didn’t stop. Took every ripple of it.
When I thought I’d reached my limit, she slid me from her mouth and rose with languid grace, her eyes locked on mine.
Her hand touched my chest, guiding my gaze downwards to her.
And there she was, looking up at me like a demoness, hands soft around my neck.
She opened her mouth, showed me just how full she was. My release spilt past her perfect lips.
It ruined me.
A feral sound rolled in my throat that I didn’t even recognise as my own voice.
And she swallowed… and swallowed… everything disappearing into the depths of that throat.
She didn’t recoil. Didn’t look away or shrink. That was what did it. Not just the mouth but the defiance wrapped in submission. She had fucking taken it all like it belonged to her and stared back like she was eagerly waiting for punishment.
And when I didn’t deliver it… something in me cracked.
What the fuck had just happened?
The satisfaction in her eyes had been a challenge and a victory in one.
This beautiful fucking vixen – this tormenting, infuriating, exquisite woman was everything: my curse, my obsession…
My wish come true.