Blinding pain shoots through my scalp as his other hand yanks my hair back. I want to scream, but his fingers quickly find their way around my throat, making it impossible.
“You want to be a brat, slut? You want to make me fuck you like an animal? To bring you to your knees? You’ve unleashed the monster, baby. Now you’ll understand what it means to disobey me.”
My entire body bursts into molten lava as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Sharp pain shoots into my flesh. Blood trickles down my chest, moving to the slopes of my breasts.
One hand remains on my throat while the other moves through my pussy as his fingers play with my clit like an acclaimed guitarist plucking at his strings. The way Alexie takes control of my body is nothing short of masterful. It’s as if he knows every nerve ending and desire in my mind and uses the knowledge to convert me into his subject.
“You like this slut? You must because your dirty cunt is drenched. I’m an animal to you, Mia, the monster, but you’re the one with all the control, and that makes you wet. You crave the idea of taming the beast. It’s what you need, knowing you’ve brought a man like me to his knees. You like knowing it’s this sexy body, your voice, your smoky eyes, the way sweat glistens on your pretty skin. Every fuckin’ thing about you makes my cock hard. I may be the one who takes control, who manipulates you in the bedroom, but you, slut, are the one who’s manipulated my heart because I’m not walking away at the end of our bargain. I fuckin’ can’t.”
His words are true, and I can't deny them. I’m lost in the rapture of him. I crave his depravity like I crave air. I’m not sure how I can go on living without this. Maybe this situation is fucked up, but I’ve finally gotten something I’ve never had with Alexie.
He’s given me control.
My body convulses as he pulls me to his chest, holding me like I’m precious, and if he lets go, all of this will be nothing but a fevered dream. “Come for me, Mia. Come all over my big fat cock. Show Daddy how much you love being fucked like the dirty whore we know you are. Be a perfect slut and do as you’re told.”
My fingers dig into his arms as he continues his onslaught in my pussy with his magical cock and my clit with his combustible fingers. My body folds for him, and I scream my orgasm. “I’m coming! Jesus, I’m coming!”
He grips my throat, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Jesus walked on water, baby, but it was my cock that made you beg for the devil.”
13
Alexie
Even watching her put food in her damn mouth is fucking sexy. I’m lost in the knowledge that a woman could be this perfect for me. I’m as happy eating beside her as I was fucking her brains out.
“Oh, god, that’s so good,” she moans as I rub her wrists.
I make a mental note not to tie them so hard next time. I don’t like the marks imprinted on her skin from the rope. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I should’ve thought about the marks on your wrists.”
She smirks, pointing her index finger at the vicious teeth marks on her shoulders and neck. “You’re remorseful about that, but not about these?”
“I meant to do those. The wrist was because I was careless, and I never want to be careless with you.”
Her breath hitches, and she abruptly pulls her arm out of my grasp. “Don’t say words you don’t mean.”
“I don’t.”
“Everyone says things they don’t mean. Everyone puts on a mask in the beginning, but then the outer shell peels away, and the truth is revealed.”
Rage rolls through me. I don’t like the wall she’s building between us. I take one step forward with her, she shoots me out of her atmosphere, and I need to find my way back to step one all over again. My instinct is to grab her and turn her ass red, shove my cock in her pussy until the endorphins of sex put her at my mercy again. But I realize that won’t give me what I need from her. I need her secrets. Without them, I’ll never get her heart.
I roll off the bed, my feet hitting the cold hardwood, and walk to her side. Dropping to my knees, I frame her pretty face with my hands, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I don’t know what happened in the past. But I know what I feel. I don’t want to hurt you, Mia. All I want is to love you. My love might be scary. It may be erratic and feral, but it’s also protective and loyal. You never need to be frightened of me. I’d rather slit my throat than hurt you. What we do in the bedroom isn’t meant to abuse you. It brings us closer and connects us on a deeper level. That’s why you have a safe word. I’m insane, but I’m also capable of loving with the depth of an ocean. You need to trust me, even if it’s a drop.”