CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
All because Razor, my humanized gas mask, is caressing along my body, situating himself in a sniper position and kissing down my inner thigh.
I acknowledge that he’s no longer covering me from the hole in the door. It starts to bother me, knowing that someone could walk by to go to the bathroom and see me fully spread open and naked.
But it’s for Razor. And that’s the point he’s making.
I’m disgusting for being okay with that.
“Razor, maybe we-oh, my-” a miserable moan drives my head back into the pillow, his wet, silky tongue drawing my clit into an expert suction.
I sink my fingers into his soft hair, encouraging his mouth to keep working me, my hips rolling to fight for the solace he’s manipulating me with.
He smiles against me, breaking the hold on my clit and covering my entire boob with his palm, squeezing and kneading the tender tissue, reopening the mark he cut into me earlier. “Fuck, you’re such a mess already.”
I look down at him, meeting his carnivorous eyes and watching him tease me back into his mouth. I’m aware I’m a disgrace for him. I know I’m a mess. I feel it. It’s dripping down my butt.
All I can answer with is a whine and a nod, my stomach wavering and tensing, accepting the pressure of rehabilitation housing within me.
Black collapses my view, writhing and panting, filling the room with moans of his name and unintelligible pleas.
He grips me harder, bruising the muscle and fat folded over my hip, his other hand smoothing up my chest and collaring my throat.
Pressure on either side of my neck pumps my head with air, the slow hiss of what feels like helium crashing my sight and heightening the drop he’s about to send me flying on.
His tongue is slow and controlled, the complete opposite of the assertive, claiming grip he has on me. Everything becomes dependent. My oxygen. My blood flow. The burn of the orgasm spiraling in my nerves.
“Please. Please-please-please-pleeaase,” I whine hoarsely, bucking my hips, making myself an absolute freak show for the chemical rush I’m addicted to.
And then it’s consuming me. Without mercy.
My jaw unhinges, letting out the strained cries of escaping purgatory. I grab his hair harder, the frenzy eating through my legs and shaking them, the pleasure cutting up through my stomach with a hot, blissful knife.
Like the free bleed of a strummed chord, my body sings, floating in effervescence.
Still holding me with power, he relaxes the noose on my neck and turns his mouth to my trembling thigh, kissing and nipping, licking the glaze of sweat from my skin.
I pant, blinking through the lens blurring my vision, my lips puffy with sparks. “I only want this with you.”
I say it before I think it.
I’m not even sure what I mean. Maybe it was meant to be a subconscious conversation with the guilt I carry for kissing Ora. Or the way I briefly fantasized about her.
He bites me harder, roughly coasting his palm down my stomach, our mixed sweat making the glide slick. Then, he’s bringing his thumb to my clit and toying with me, surging a line of electricity up the path he just rubbed down my navel.
I jolt, removing my sore hands from his hair and grabbing my boobs, thinking he’s gonna keep playing with me until another orgasm is negating my internal destruction.
But he’s retracting his teeth from the grooved imprint he left, climbing up my body with wet lips and shadowed eyes, his arm dipping the mattress beneath my shoulder.
“What happened to you not wanting to kiss me? Huh?” he whispers, turning his head and crushing my mouth with his, hungrily biting my bottom lip and pulling it away from my teeth.
“You gonna take that away from me, fuck bunny?” Grinding his stiff cock up my clit, he squeezes my hip again, going back in for another kiss he can’t refuse.
A whine shakes my throat, feeling around his strong sides and over the patches of raised scar tissue on his back. “I want you to hurt me physically. Not mentally,” I answer him, my hot, airy words getting trapped between us.
Ensnaring his eyes to mine, he hooks under my knee, opening me even more and hiking my leg higher—and he tenderly brushes a knuckle down my jaw. “Then let me take care of you. All of you.”
Concrete fills my chest. It waters my eyes and thickens my throat, my stomach flipping from the nerves of him rocking back, the tip of his dick sliding against my wet entrance.
I swallow hard. Then, I’m stretching.
My jaw shakes loose, and he gnashes his teeth, his prominent muscles protruding with a tic that has a growl rumbling low in his chest.
“Force?” he grits out, slowly easing inside me. “You begged me to force you, but look at you, Bunny. You’re takin’ it like you fuckin’ need it.”
Accommodating his shape, my breath gets trapped in my frozen lungs, blurrily going in and out from how violent the need for him to go deeper is destroying me.
The pressurized stretch runs tingles up my pelvis, around my hips and up my stomach. I still can’t breathe. I’m stuck, trying to focus on the pleasure written on his face in the warm light.
“Breathe,” he exhales, dipping his mouth down to my throat, taking his time sinking into me.
As if my brain needed his command, I’m extending my throat for him and inhaling heavily, sharply, the scrape of fast air vibrating the spot he’s sucking on.
He rolls his hips, feeding me more and more, sucking and kissing all over my neck, wandering his firm hand along my thigh and knee-high sock.
A switch for something animalistic clicks on, my body erupting in heat and pleasure, like sparks crackling on the surface of water.
The moan evolving from it comes from my chest, blazing up my taut throat and off my tongue. I hike my leg higher, hooking my knee over his shoulder, practically begging for him to give me everything.
“Fuck, that’s what having a home feels like,” he groans against my neck, lifting himself just enough to tuck his chin to his chest for the view of my pussy stretched around him.
He rocks in deeper, giving me clear shot of his cock sinking so far into me, his shaven hilt teases my clit.
My eyes roll, the rapture of being filled lodging a moan deep in my sternum. Before I can try to straighten my sight, he’s grabbing my open jaw with force and pressing this thumb to my tongue.
“Suck it, Bunny,” he huffs, desperation roughening his voice.
I do as I’m told, forming my lips around his finger and sucking. He immediately groans, chomping his teeth closed and hissing through them, driving into me quicker with a crafted roll.
I feel him in my ribs. In my breath. He’s sheltering within my bones, emanating a pollution of fervor.
The shadows that carve his face are cutting, but there’s a softness in his expression, something dangerously sick and sweet, vile and tempting.
He’s watching me, taking his time driving into body like it’s made for him, as if he’s finally getting something he’s been wanting.
He drags his thumb from my suction, my lips popping, my tongue eagerly lapping out to draw his finger back in. “My pretty girl,” he whispers, stuffing my mind with a rusty moan. “You’re not gonna try to leave me, are you? Huh, baby? You gonna stay with me, let me take care of you?”
Dazed, I release his thumb with a hot pant, getting a hand around the back of his head to coerce him closer to my lips. “My body was designed to accept you inside it, Raze.”
A soft whimper echoes from his mouth, his hips slamming the backside of my thighs. He kisses me. Roughly. Deliberately thrusting in and out while tangling his tongue with mine, his hand on my thigh flexing.
Our lips smack apart, the blooming pleasure causing my pathetic sounds to get trapped between us.
“You didn’t answer me,” he hums manically, increasing the velocity of his thrusts.
It blinds me.
My brain short circuits, snapping and crackling to the internal rupture of euphoria. The only thing coming off my tongue is a raspy moan, my head bowing back into the pillow and my neck lengthening for the taut rattle of my cry.
He fucks me harder, kissing a growl to my throat before opening his jaws and biting down on my larynx.
The bellow of my pleasure breaks into coarse pieces, my nails scraping his neck and back, innately causing the same pain he’s triggering my receptors with.
Shaking and sweating in serenity, his ruthless clamp relaxes, his teeth grazing my aggravated skin and his predacious moan sinking into the depths of my soul.
His hand comes around my throat, locking tight while he drives in and out of me, a foreign sensation of warm liquid sputtering inside my body.
“Tell me,” he growls, bringing his huffs to my ear, his hand closing my airway. “Tell me you’re not gonna fuckin’ leave me, Bunny. You take it too good to not want this forever.”
Till death do us part.
My lips thrum to the pulse in my face, my vision giving out and my lungs stiffening. I claw at his back, opening my hips wider, letting him release deeper into me. “Mm-hmm.”
It’s all I can manage. My voice box is obstructed and I’m under a paradisiac that’s expanding, stretching through my vibrating body with a rush that’s manifesting another orgasm.
A strangled moan staggers off my tongue, clawing into him harder, abated to nothing but the cataclysmic pleasure the wash of sparkling black is allowing me to experience.
I don’t grapple at oxygen.
I don’t chase it.
I don’t… I don’t want it.
My fucked up pieces are compelled to give in to the tease of ravished death. It’s a decision against my will, something I’m okay with giving over to Razor.
I’d rather him be the one to take my life.
Right as the numbness reaches my arms, my hands slipping down his sides, the pressure on my throat is lifting.
My lungs automatically expand with a wheezy inhale, sending in a dose of dread that tries ruining the victory my bubbled brain is convincing my body to feel.
The pandemic buzz is celestial, though. An addictive high I’m already grieving.
His thrusts are slow now, pumping in tandem with the affectionate kisses he’s tingling my cheek with. “Say it, little bunny. Let me hear you say you want me.”
Coasting in weightless euphoria, I lazily find his pretty face with my hands, laggardly blinking through the blur to look at him. “I don’t want you, Razor,” I rasp out, getting sliced with the immediate rejection in his eyes.
I feel so bubbly, the reaction that would typically make me sick to my stomach is fluttering a trilling glee.
He stares at the loose smile cracking on my face, slowly pulling out of me.
Despite not wanting to separate from him, I laugh, giving his stiff lips a kiss. “I need you. I think I always have.”
“Bunny,” he huffs, quickly adjusting himself into his sweatpants.
Dropping his weight back in between my legs, he fervently runs a palm along my sock, taking his time admiring me beneath him.
His barbed wire chain is hanging, the faint glisten of silver coercing my hand to grab it and pull him back to my mouth.
I don’t want to lose this; the warm hum he vibrates me with. I want to stay messy and safe in his cage.