Chapter 27 #2
“Edging kink? I never thought about it like that, but yeah, I fucking do love to control your body and mine. I take immense pleasure in it, actually,” he muses.
“I’ve always pushed the boundaries of my body on the ice, and I guess I take it into the bedroom with me as well.
If I were to really analyze it, I never had any control growing up, so I get off on having it now. ”
He moves the vibrating toy closer to my sex again, causing me to bite my lip.
“What I really get off to, though, is owning this pussy and knowing that I’ve been the only one to bring it pleasure.
” The vibrations move around my skin, teasing me with a promise that’s just out of reach.
“It’s mine to do with as I please, always wet and ready for my touch,” he says with a sinful edge to his voice.
“Just begging me for permission to finally let go.”
The rose touches my swollen clit, and my body bows up in acceptance, sending me reeling once more.
“The thing is, though, I’m also a really jealous bastard when it comes to you, and as much fun as this little toy has been, I’m not about to let it give you what is mine for the taking.”
His mouth replaces the toy as he dives in like an animal feasting on its last meal. Hands grab my legs as he throws them over his shoulder before digging his fingers into my ass and lifting me up to meet his demands.
Sparks shoot through me as beautiful chaos descends. My heels dig into his back as I greedily rub against his scruff and tongue.
“Now you can cum,” he growls, clamping down hard on my clit and putting the toy to shame as he brings me headfirst off the deep end, sending a forceful orgasm skyrocketing through my body.
I scream his name as all the sensations he’s been edging me toward slam into me at once. He’s ruthless as his mouth takes every part of me that I willingly sacrifice to him.
When I finally feel my body again, he lowers me back onto the bed. My thighs tremble as he does one more swipe of his tongue before releasing me.
I feel the bed shift as he moves off of me. The sound of his sweats dropping to the floor faintly touches my ears seconds later, before his warm body presses against me again.
“About the number you wore that wasn’t mine…” His low voice warms my neck as he bends down close. “The only number that this body is to touch from now on is mine.” He sinks his lips into my skin and sucks hard.
“I…I won’t wear anyone else,” I whisper.
“Good.” He flips me over and lifts my ass in the air. My elbows land on the pillow as the restraints pull at my wrists. It’s tight but doesn’t hurt as the silk rubs against my skin. His palm glides over my ass before a sting has me gasping at the contact of his hand.
He rubs the pain away, and I quickly realize that there’s pleasure right behind it as my body responds to the thrill of actually being punished by him.
“That was for wearing Hayes’s jersey,” he says with a tight, restrained voice.
I hear his breathing grow more ragged.
This is turning him on.
Which, in turn, is turning me on even more.
I feel the sting of another slap as I cry out, my body moving forward from the force of it. He soothes away the pain as I feel him hard against my backside.
“And that,” he says, panting, “was because I’m a selfish bastard and wanted to see your gorgeous ass turn red at my hand again.
” His fingers swipe through my center, and I hear him groan as I push my ass back for more.
“I was hoping you loved that as much as I did. Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, and I whimper at his words that are making my body become his slave.
Reaching over me, he unties my wrists and removes my blindfold. I blink as my eyes adjust to the small light coming from the lamp.
“You might want to hang onto something for this, sunshine,” he chuckles darkly as I curl my hand around the top edge of the mattress just as he fills me deep in one thrust.
My body quickly wraps around him, welcoming him in like it’s starving for his touch.
“Fuck,” he groans, stretching out the word and locking his hands on my hips in a tight grip. “You’re the one person who has the ability to make me lose control.”
He starts moving inside me, and I white-knuckle the sheets as my body happily takes him in as his thrusts become more demanding.
His hand moves to my swollen clit as he roughly rubs the sensitive skin, putting my body into a frenzy. He knows exactly what to do to get me falling over the edge.
“Knox,” I whimper, pushing back into him and taking him harder, wanting to crawl inside him if I could and have him locked to me forever.
“I know…sunshine. God, do I know,” he growls.
He pinches my clit hard on my next breath as another orgasm rips through me until all coherent thoughts leave at once. All I feel is him and a complete euphoria that could never be put into words.
He rides out my orgasm before pulling out and releasing on top of me. Warmth hits my bottom and spreads to my lower back as my name slips through his lips on a deep groan.
I sink into the pillows, not even sure at this point if I’m still alive. He’s panting hard against my back, and I look up when I feel his finger slide over my back in a pattern, smearing his cum across my skin as he goes.
I make out a number two, and then another number two follows before he drops his hand to his side.
“Did you just write your number on my back with your cum?” I ask, bewildered.
“Yeah, I did,” he grins like a devil on steroids. “Just trying it out.”
“And how does it look?”
“Like you were fucking made to wear it,” he says, grinning wider before he gets off the bed to grab a towel.
I watch his fine ass walk to the bathroom before smiling into the sheets. His number feels like a brand on my skin, and I know without a doubt that he’s right.
I was made to fucking wear it.