There’s a twinkle in his eye at the permission I give him. I’ve never had this much control as a prisoner before. This time, he cuts deeper, and it feels so good to bleed at the hands of someone else yet still on my terms. With every cut, I ooze the emotions I’ve been scared to let myself feel. He’s destroying my walls, and I’m safe and unashamed. The realization is so scary, tears sting my eyes and stream down my cheeks.
“You bleed so well for me.”
He reaches between my thighs and tugs and pinches my swollen flesh.
There’s an internal exchange in my senses where the pain shoots up and pleasure surges down. My pussy throbs at the sensation.
His pinch turns into a massage. He’s kneading me, and I become soft dough in his hands.
I bite back my moan.
“Louder, baby. Come on, don’t hold back those moans.” As punishment for doing so, does one quick slash against my skin and grits through his teeth, “Let me hear you.”
He dips his head and pops my bud into his mouth. He sucks it so hard I swear it’ll leave a bruise, then lets it go with apop. His tongue darts out to join in on my torture and alternates between flicking and biting my nipple. It’s when he slowly inserts the shaft of the arrow into my sex that I do exactly what he told me to do.
I throw my head back and cry, “I can’t.”
“You will.” Caleb pumps the arrow inside me, increasing his thrusts as he pays close attention to my body’s cues.
The minute I roll my hips, he slows. When I stop, he increases his speed and pressure, pumping into me hard until I’m chasing an orgasm. He’s got me riding a roller coaster just, so I can scream for him on the way down. I come and writhe through my climax, clenching around the shaft.
The arrow is retracted. While maintaining eye contact, he drags his tongue up the shaft and laps the blood dripping down my thigh as well. “Your pleasure and pain together are a lethal combination.” He shoves the arrow in my face. “I want you to taste what I’ve done to you.”
I lick up the side he left for me, and he moans.
“That’s so damn hot. I like watching you taste yourself for me.”
A sense of power rolls through me. It’s his smoke-like voice. It does something to me. I love the way he can praise and degrade me at the same time. His sadistic, condescending sweetness pushes me further over the edge.
“Give me one more.”
“One more wha—oh!”
My question is answered when Caleb falls to his knees and sucks my clit between his lips. He spreads me open, parting my folds and flicks his tongue. My body jolts when he nips at the sensitive bud, then swirls the tip around my pulsing entrance.
“Yes. Just like that. Oh, that feels so good.” With one hand, he intermittently treats me to a quick slice up my inner thigh. With each, I climb even higher. “There! Keep it right there!”
Caleb moans at my cries, and his audible pleasure is just what I need to tip over the edge.
The orgasm that’s been brewing erupts and just like he promised, I’m screaming.
When the pleasure subsides, Caleb undoes my restraints and lets me off the ride.
I collapse, and Caleb leaves me on my hands and knees to dress himself. His demeanor changes completely, and that glimpse of sensitivity I saw in him is gone. But that momentary peek behind the curtains will keep convincing me to stay. He’s done irreversible damage to me, and I don’t think I could recover.
Or leave.
I can convince myself I used him for pleasure, but I’d be lying to myself.
At least I didn’t full-on sleep with the enemy.
“As much as I’d like to, the king wouldn’t approve of you being put back in the cage. Which means you’ll be sleeping with me tonight until we can find you a suitable arrangement.”
Chapter TWENTY
Jay
Inever expected an enemy to break down my walls. The way he gazed at me after seeingallof me... I’ve wanted someone to look at me that way my whole life. Now someone has and not only do I not trust him, I can’t trust myself around him.
