“Can you make love?” I ask. “Or just fuck?” I don’t know why I asked that. Curious, I guess.
“Are you asking if I only fuck like you fight?” he says, amused.
Dirty and brutal.
Except I don’t… at least, not before him.
Now I do, I suppose.
“Don’t worry, Raven,” he adds, tone strangely reassuring. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder blade, right where my namesake tattoo is, like it prompted his use. “I intend to take you every way I can think of, and a few others we might yet discover. Hard, gently, everything in between.”
It sounds like a promise, one that makes me shudder as my imagination fills in some blanks. And not in a bad way, either.
And it assumes we’ll still be having sex after today. Or tonight… I don’t even know what time it is.
It also assumes I get untied at some point. That he won’t keep me in this basement forever.
At least I hope not. I suppose there are no guarantees. He did drug and kidnap me, after all.
Whodoesthat?
Declan has moved behind me. Likely gazing at my upturned ass, my pussy on offer for him.
I hear his jean buttons pop open, and bite at my lip. Is he taking them off this time, or just pushing themdown? Not bothering to strip properly before he uses me again.
His hand strokes across my ass, almost tenderly, like he can’t resist touching.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, tone filled with… awe?
I’m not sure I deserve such a note in his voice. Or that I can live up to it.
Did he actually tell me he loved me, or did I completely fabricate that?
I wish I knew.
But I can’t bring myself to ask him, in case he says no.
What if he says yes?
I’m not sure which would be worse.
I must’ve imagined it. It’s the only answer. He’s told me himself this is all just to get an answer from me—one I can’t give him—and for his own pleasure. And out of that comesI love you?
Howdarehe say that here, now?
If I could think straight, I’d be livid. But there are too many distractions.
He gives my ass a little slap, more for the satisfaction of it than any pain. Yet the skin is so sensitive that everything feels a hundred times more intense than normal.
God, he’s about to fuck my pussy after he took the flogger to it.
How will that feel?
I almost want to change my mind. Almost.
One hand grips my hip. The head of his cockpresses against my folds. I can feel he’s hard.
“I will make love to you, sometime soon,” he promises, rubbing himself against me. “But not right now. Not with you like this.”
