47. Aeris
Aeris
It was like my skin was on fire, everywhere Caden touched leaving me aching. Desperate. Needing more.
My body was already so hyperaware of him that even the smallest things undid me.
The rough press of his fingers digging into the back of my knee as he held my leg open, the hot fan of his breath against my skin, the low groan that vibrated through his chest. Every sensation made my pussy clench greedily around his thick cock, pulling him deeper.
It was like he’d turned my entire body into a live wire that reacted only to him.
Oh God.
I couldn’t hold back, the orgasm tearing through me like the tide, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through my body.
“That’s it, make a fucking mess.” Caden’s chuckle was deliciously dark and entirely addictive as he stilled, still hard inside me. My body already ached from the two orgasms he’d pulled from me, my muscles like jelly as he pulled away only to lift me in his arms.
He set me down on the padded bench at the foot of the bed, positioning me on my stomach. His eyes caught mine in the reflection, at the desire and fucking control it took him to touch me so gently.
I waited for the familiar spike of panic.
For my body to fight, freeze, or flee as he secured my wrists, then my ankles, locking me firmly in place on the bench.
But the panic never came. Because he was right, I wanted him to take my choice away.
To silence the chaos inside my head, the constant fear, and the crushing weight of my survival that depended on me staying ten steps ahead.
Just for a little while, I wanted to stop thinking and simply feel.
It was strange, because I’d never been comfortable giving up control.
With every man Selene had forced me to sleep with, I’d fought for a single scrap of power just so I wouldn’t feel empty.
Used. But with Caden, I wanted it: the lack of choice, the overwhelming power imbalance, the terrifying safety of handing everything over to him …
It was dangerous.
I knew he could hurt me just as quickly as the others had, but deep down I trusted him. Because Caden didn’t get off on my pain.
He got off on breaking me open with pleasure.
In tearing me apart and putting me back together.
“Look at you,” he grunted, stepping back to admire the sight. His voice was thick with lust as he slowly stroked his glistening cock. “All tied up and dripping for me. Such a pretty little slut.”
His fingers were feather light as he stroked over my back, and I groaned at the sensation, at the sight of me on the bench in the mirror and Caden’s strong frame as he stood over me like some great monster ready to devour his prey.
He disappeared from view for a moment, and when he returned he wore his black skull mask. My lower stomach tightened, the spike of fear at the mask making everything else seem heightened. But I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. Not in the way I didn’t want, at least.
His eyes glistened at our reflection, looking very much the monster he was. His arms flexed as he reached for one of the bottles of lube that was displayed with the various sex toys parallel to the bench.
I watched as he opened it, squeezing a generous amount before teasing a single finger against my back hole.
“Told you I wanted everything,” he said, easing the finger inside far gentler than I expected from him. “You ever taken a cock here?”
I swallowed, trying to stay in the moment and not think of the past. “You really think I was allowed to say no?”
The anger that crossed his expression was so quick, so visceral that it burned. “There will be no other men, Tempest.”
I sucked in a breath, trying to relax as he worked a second finger inside me, stretching me open with slow, careful thrusts. His other hand slipped beneath me, fingers finding my swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision.
“I’m going to hunt every single one of them down,” he said, voice ringing with promise, “and make them beg for mercy at your feet.”
“So romantic,” I teased, the sound breaking into a needy moan as he withdrew his fingers. He kept teasing my clit, not stopping even as he pressed the cool tip of a plug against my tightest hole. “But I don’t need your help.”
“No, you’re more than capable of killing them on your own,” Caden murmured, slowly working the plug in. It was thicker than his fingers, but not as brutal as his cock. “But you’ll take my help anyway.”
Oh God.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble as he pushed harder. I stretched around the widest part of the plug, a burning pressure that made me whimper before it finally popped inside, filling me completely. “Look at this greedy little hole swallowing the toy so well.”
My pussy clenched hard around nothing, the fullness in my back hole making everything feel impossibly more sensitive. I cried out when Caden suddenly pulled his hands away, leaving me aching and empty, throbbing with frustration.
“Caden,” I growled, not even sure what I was begging for at this point.
The bastard moved behind me, studying the row of toys before a low, menacing buzz filled the room. He slid a vibrating wand beneath my hips, wedging it perfectly against my swollen clit. My own weight and the restraints around my wrists and ankles keeping it trapped there.
I squealed, the intense vibration slamming into me like lightning, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. My butt throbbed around the plug, my empty pussy clenching desperately as my hips jerked involuntarily.
“Fuck … Caden!”
He stepped in front of me, fisting his thick cock and tapping the heavy head against my bottom lip. “Open that pretty mouth, Tempest. Get me nice and wet.”
“Make me.”
I couldn’t see his lips beneath the mask, but I knew he grinned when his hand fisted my hair tightly to my scalp.
He forced my lips open, stretching around his cock as he pushed forward.
He didn’t ease in but fucked my throat in slow, deep strokes, holding my head steady while the wand buzzed mercilessly against my clit.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Suck my cock like my good little whore. Get it ready for your tight hole.”
Tears pricked my eyes as he pushed deeper, the head of his cock sliding into my throat much harsher than when I was in control.
“Look at you … bound, plugged, and choking on my cock while that toy makes your greedy pussy drip all over the bench. You’re going to come like this, aren’t you? With my cock down your throat and that plug stretching your tight hole.”
I moaned around him, the sound muffled and obscene. My hips ground desperately against the wand, chasing the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked my face with deep, controlled thrusts.
“Come on,” he commanded. “Show me how much you love being my dirty little fucktoy.”
The combination of his words, the relentless vibration, and the fullness sent me spiralling. I came hard with a choked scream around his cock, my entire body seizing as pleasure ripped through me. My pussy gushed, soaking the wand and the bench beneath me.
I don’t think I can take much more of this.
Caden groaned, holding himself deep in my throat as I trembled and whimpered through my orgasm, his cock twitching against my tongue.
How the fuck has this man not come yet?
“Such a good girl.” He pulled out, and I began to pant, struggling to get in enough air.
The vibration was too much, the pleasure balanced with pain and the way he touched me so softly even as he fucked me rough. Tears burned down my cheeks, and I was unable to stop them. It was like a dam had broken.
“You’re doing so fucking well for me.”
“Please,” I begged, my hips trying to jerk away from the wand.
“Please what? Stop?” he teased, smearing my tears with his thumb before pressing it against my tongue.
“I’m not going to stop until you’ve come for me at least twice more.
Until you’ve given me every tear, every broken cry, and every desperate little moan.
I’m going to fuck the memory of every man who ever hurt you out of this body until the only thing left inside you is me. ”
I could barely breathe as he moved away, a scream tearing from me when the wand was ripped away. But I didn’t have to wait long, Caden thrusting inside me to the hilt. The sudden stretch, his thick length combined with the plug still buried inside me, was almost too much.
But he didn’t slow down. He fucked me harder, hips slamming against me, the plug shifting with every thrust and making me feel impossibly full.
My eyes closed of their own accord, my body on fire.
“Eyes on me,” he growled, and I opened them to find his gaze locked onto mine in the reflection, his mask making him look like the grim reaper, ready to swallow me whole.
“Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly while your arse is plugged. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”
God, I hated this man, even more so as my body reacted.
My back arching off the bench as I came so hard around him I thought I’d pass out.
It ached. It hurt. I’d never come so many times in such little time, the pleasure a punishment I’d never experienced, and yet I wanted more.
I’d soaked us both, sobbing as everything inside me released, making me feel … euphoric.
Caden pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. He quickly removed the plug, spread me open, and thrust inside with a force that had me screaming. The ache was welcome, heightening the overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure he was forcing from my body.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grunted, moving harshly. Forcing my body to open for him. “So fucking tight.”
He built a steady rhythm, fucking me with long, deep strokes that had me crying out with every thrust.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Tempest.”
I did, unable to look away from how devastatingly beautiful he was. A man barely leashing the beast inside him, every muscle in his body straining as he held back from completely ruining me.
The pleasure was overwhelming, the pain sharp and intense.
And I fucking revelled in it.
The way he fucked me—deep, relentless, and utterly consuming—kept me anchored in the moment. Making me feel everything.
“One more,” he demanded, unyielding. “You can do it, I know you can.” His fingers found my swollen clit, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger with just the right pressure, and I couldn’t stop it.
I shattered. The orgasm tearing through me with devastating force, ripping a broken sob from my throat as my entire body convulsed.
Caden groaned deep in his chest, burying himself to the hilt as he finally followed me over the edge.