Chapter 44 Sloane
Sloane
Riven kisses me softly, slowly. It’s so sensual, and so present.
There’s so much emotion entangled in the way that our lips move against one another now.
As I’m about to attempt to reach up and grab his hair in my bound hands, he pushes off of me and stands from the mattress.
He retreats into the closet, the items he grabbed earlier still sitting on the mattress beside me.
What else could he be going in there for?
I sit up, leaning back on my elbows to get a better view.
Minutes later, he exits once again, and my mouth falls open as I bring my attention to his large, looming figure. I am both completely shocked and utterly aroused as he prowls toward me wearing a Scream costume.
This should not be so damn sexy, but it most definitely is.
He’s feeding into my desires one by one, and if he keeps this up, I may never leave this bed after all.
I’ll tie myself to it and rot here, waiting to see what he’ll come up with next.
He continues to stalk toward me as my eyes flick to an object dangling from his hand, a knife.
And despite the sharp, dangerous object that he possesses, my mouth waters at all of the things he might do with it.
He reaches the bed, stopping at the foot of it.
He tilts his head, making the ghost face mask come to life.
It nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
I feel my pulse rising with anticipation, my breath heavy to accommodate it.
He chuckles darkly, crawling onto the mattress in my direction with the knife still in hand.
He stops at my feet, placing the knife to the side and leaning back on his heels.
“Spread your legs.” His voice is lower, darker, and laced with a sinister sort of seduction.
Naturally, I don’t think twice before doing as I’m told.
I bend my knees, planting my feet against the mattress and letting my legs fall open for him.
His head tilts down and then back up to me before nodding once in approval.
He scoots forward until he’s between my thighs, and then he reaches down with his black-gloved hands, rubbing them up the sides of my thighs.
He grips me behind my knees and pulls me forward, flipping me over in one fluid motion.
I don’t know how he keeps managing to make that look so damn easy.
I wiggle my bound wrists out from under me until they rest over my head.
He pulls me into him until my ass is in the air and planted firmly against his large erection.
I rub myself against him shamelessly, reveling in the pleasure that it brings me.
He rubs his hands over my ass in slow circles.
Then, I feel a sharp slap. And although I don’t mind it, it does catch me off guard. I let out a half gasp, half moan.
He chuckles again. “Mmm. I knew you’d like that,” he says before slapping my other ass cheek.
I moan again, louder this time. He reaches over and grabs one of the items on the mattress beside me.
I try to turn my head to get a look at it.
He pushes my cheek against the mattress softly, not allowing me to see what he’s got.
I whimper, but don’t resist him. He releases his hand from my face.
“It will be more fun this way, darling,” he says.
I’m about to protest when I’m interrupted by the quiet hum of a vibrator.
He grabbed the green vibrator that was laying beside me.
I wiggle my hips in anticipation, and then internally face-palm at the needy little slut that I am turning into for him.
He laughs, reaching over to grab the remaining objects.
I know that this one is a leather collar with a large, gold circle charm that’s connected to a gold chain.
He brushes the hair from my neck, and then I feel him place the collar around me. He snaps it in the front.
I’m not experienced with bondage, but I thought the circle chain thing would go in the front.
He reaches over me and unhooks the restraints on my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back and refastening the restraints.
I’m caught up to speed when I feel a soft tug on my neck, and a clicking sound against my wrist restraint.
Ahhh, so that’s what the chain is for. I pull down on the wrist restraint, and it pulls my head and neck back.
The bite against my skin stings. The ache only heightens the pleasure, and I release a guttural moan that sounds more like surrender.
Riven pushes against me in response, his need growing right beside my own.
I feel a vibration over my lower back, causing me to arch and tug on the restraint slightly.
The vibration moves over the center of my ass, and then lower and lower.
“Oh my God, yes,” I say, breathless. I roll my hips instinctively, intensifying the feeling of the vibrator that’s now pressed against my clit.
He circles in slow, deliberate loops. It’s a ritual of pleasure that leaves my body begging for more.
Sensing my need, he applies more pressure and more precision.
Before I know it, I can feel the orgasm building low in my core.
Yes, yes, yes. This is all so erotic with the mask, and the restraints, and the toys, and him.
Just when the orgasm is about to consume me whole, he removes the vibrator.
I go completely still, unable to process what he just did.
I tilt my head to the side to get a look at him, ready to beg him if I have to.
The restraint pulls at my skin, causing me to hiss slightly.
I feel a tug backward until I’m nearly pulled from the mattress.
He’s grabbing the chain that connects the neck and wrist restraints.
When he speaks, his voice is heavy and coated in warning.
It sends a shiver straight down my spine.
“There is no God in this room, darling. I am the only name that you’ll be begging to in the dark.
” He leans in closer, nearly against my face.
He grips a handful of my hair and tugs my head back gently, exposing my neck.
His next words slip out in a whisper. “Every whispered plea, every breathless prayer, it all belongs to me now. Got it?” He releases his grip on my hair, and my head falls softly to the mattress.
When I don’t answer, he speaks again. “I said, do you understand?” he asks, voice husky and laced with venom. Maybe his words are meant to frighten me, but all they do is awaken a part of myself that has been caged for entirely too long.
“Yes, I understand,” I say, needing him to finish what he started. Instead of hiding in the dark, I decide to break the cage wide open and expose myself fully to him. “I want you to make me come, Riven.”
My words are all that he needs to bring the vibrator back down to my clit and give me what I asked for.
This time, he moves faster and with purpose.
I hear him groan, and then a glove lands on the mattress in front of my face.
He brings his other hand to my center, inserting two fingers and working me in that earth-shattering way that only he can.
In seconds, I’m climbing that edge again.
I come, pushing back into him as his fingers and the vibrator seek to draw every ounce out of me that they can.
“Yes, Riven, yes!” I scream, careful to only use his name this time.
“Just like that, Sloane. You’re so perfect for me,” he praises, allowing me to ride out the remainders of my orgasm before withdrawing his fingers and turning off the vibrator.
It lands on the mattress beside me. Before I can recover, I feel his hard dick against my entrance.
And before I can adjust myself, he buries himself inside of me until his hips are pressed against my ass.
A loud moan escapes me at the sudden fullness of him.
The burn of his size quickly fades into immeasurable pleasure, causing me to roll my hips around him.
“You take me so good, Sloane,” he pants, pulling out of me slowly before slamming back in without warning.
He grabs the chain, tugging just enough to extend my neck back a little further.
The feel of him against the inside of my walls, moving so damn slowly, has my nerve endings ready to combust. I need more.
I rock forward until he’s nearly out of me, and then rock back into him.
He stills, allowing me to have the control I want.
I move him in and out of me, rolling my hips to get him exactly where I want.
“You feel so good,” I say, panting and needy. It’s nothing like the person that I usually am in the bedroom. The one that’s more subdued and muted. Riven makes me come alive in ways that I never could have imagined for myself.
“Fuck, Sloane. You keep talking like that, and this is going to end much faster than I want it to,” he says between pants and groans.
Hearing the way that I make him come undone short-circuits my brain, rewriting everything that I ever knew before him.
All I want to do is make him sound like that over and over again.
I can feel my orgasm climbing once more, ignited by his responsiveness.
Just as I’m about to come all over him, he pulls completely out of me. Again?
This time, I’m really about to beg. I will flip over onto my hands and knees and bow at his feet if he will put that marvelous thing back inside of me and give me what I want.
Before I can utter a single groveling word, he releases the restraint and removes the collar and wrist bindings.
I feel the loss of them instantly, a low whimper escaping my lips.
“What? No, I—” I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He laughs, flipping me over until I’m on my back and once again staring up at the ghost face mask. It’s so damn sexy.