I didn’t knowpain could feel good. Yet here I am.
Sweat sheens my body, my labored breaths make it hard to get any air at all. A burning sensation between my legs licks up my spine and slowly courses throughout my body.
If I say the word, he’ll stop. But I refuse to let him win this one.
Tyler sits between my thighs on his knees, wearing only his boxers now, watching what he’s doing to me. An animalistic scream comes out of my mouth as my body burns with the orgasm coursing through it.
He pops the lid off the marker to write another tally on my stomach. “Nine.” He smirks too proudly.
The headboard rattles as my body trembles, making my already sore wrists and ankles worse from the unintentional tugging.
This version of Tyler is one that I knew but only got small glimpses of. A man who borders the line of dangerous and adventurous in bed.
And I fucking love it.
Jealousy pools my chest thinking he’s probably done similar things with other people before me. Which is another reason why I didn’t tell him to stop.
He stands to his full height, slowly peeling off the boxer briefs to free his hard dick. Even though my body is so exhausted, I want him so badly.
“Take them off,” I say, tugging on my bound wrists.
I don’t even have to ask twice because he’s already unraveling my restraints. As soon as I’m free, my arms wrap around the back of his neck, slamming my lips to his. He moans and grabs the back of my neck to keep me close. As I straddle his hips, I slowly slide myself onto him.
A groan reverberates through his chest, and he grabs my hips to guide me along him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he sits back on his knees.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. He fists his hand in my curls. “Ten. Give me number ten.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit.
“You will.”
A press of his lips on my scar and a thrust deeper into me has me digging my nails into his back. He hisses, tilting his head back and pushes deeper and harder into me.
And somehow, there it is. That fire is like a small kindle in the base of my belly, licking tortuous flames across my body as it continues to grow with each thrust of his hips.
Somehow, number ten comes.
An inky black sky and fiery sunset takes over my vision. All I can hear are animalistic sounds that come from both of us. And once my body relents to number ten, I go limp across his chest, my arms hanging over his shoulders, and my nose pressed to the warm skin of his neck.
He follows immediately after me, his dick pulsing and filling me so much I have no other choice but to accept.
Falling onto his back, he keeps me pressed to his chest. A smile pulls that scar on his lips and he brushes my sweaty hair from my face. He grabs the marker sitting next to us and rolls me onto my back to expose the tallies on my stomach.
“Ten,” he says, writing it and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
SUNNY
Since the nightRyan called me, Tyler has been at work or here at home with me and nothing in between. Late nights seem to be a consistency, only biting at my ever growing anxiety since the call.
Despite the book that sits in my lap, my thoughts fester as the clock on his wall ticks another minute that goes by without an answered text or call from Tyler.
I toy with the corner of the book, one that he wanted me to read, while the one I wanted him to read sits on the coffee table, almost finished.
He’s normally home no later than 7:30 if it’s a longer day, but the clock shows it’s already 10:30 and not a word has been communicated to me.
It’s a dark place that my mind instantly goes to.
