With leisurely circles against the bundle of nerves, he pushed me toward an edge no man had ever taken me to. But I got yanked away from the edge when he pulled his hand out of my pants, the elastic of my tights snapping against my skin.
Rapid breaths caused my chest to rise and fall, and I closed my eyes, desperate to get a handle on myself, to will my body into fighting. If I had to succumb, if I had to submit to him now, I’d be lost forever. It would be a reckless mistake I’d never be able to come back from. I knew with every ounce of my being that if I allowed him to possess me once, he would never let me go. And I wouldn’t want him to.
Something cold pressed against my ankle, and I jerked. “What are you—” My shoulders ached as I tried to lift my head. Looking down, I saw a knife glinting with evil intent as he pressed it against my skin. “Jesus, Granite. Stop.”
Fear thundered against my ribs, and I tried to thrash.
“Lay still, Alyx. We wouldn’t want this blade to slip, now, would we?”
“Granite, please stop. You’re scaring me.”
“Yet your pussy is still wet for me.” With a yank, he cut through the ropes around my ankle before leaning over me, freeing my other foot from being bound to the bed.
My first instinct was to kick him in the face, but it proved futile as he grabbed my ankle. “Play nice, or I swear to God I’ll tie you up in a way that leaves that virgin pussy of yours exposed and ready for me to desecrate in a way that won’t be fun,” he grinned, “for you, anyway.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He let go of my leg then reached for the hem of my shirt. “You and I both know this moment has been a long time coming.”
I flinched as he ripped my shirt straight down the middle, fabric falling down my sides.
Tears prickled my eyes, knowing I was exposed. No man had ever seen me like this, regarded me in such a sexual way. And this wasn’t how I imagined it. Ropes, and knives, and tears were not part of how I imagined my first time would be.
“Please,” I whispered before his warm lips enclosed my nipple. The sensation swooshed straight through to my belly, and I moaned involuntarily. Tears finally escaped, slipping down the side of my face even though my body responded to the way his tongue lapped against the hard bud, making leisurely circles just like his finger had done earlier against my clit. How was it possible to hate how this was happening, yet I didn’t want it to stop? It was like my mind and my body were at odds with each other, one trying to fight while the other was eager to surrender.
My back arched when his lips let go of my nipple with a pop. Rough, warm hands touched my hips, and I had no idea what he was doing…until he pulled the tights from my legs, my feet slamming down on the mattress.
“Granite, please stop.” More tears poured down my face, and my belly started to ache. There were too many conflicting emotions, feelings running rampant inside me, and it was starting to tear me apart.
“I told you,” he started. “I warned you the next time you kiss me back, I won’t leave until I’ve made you bleed.”
“Jesus,” I cried, feeling like I was drowning in panic. “You’re a fucking savage.”
“Shhh,” he cooed, and his gentle touch started at my left foot, slowly brushing across my skin as it moved upward. My body shivered, my legs squirming above the sheets. “I’m going to make you feel good, Alyx. Why do you think I’ve kept men away from you all this time?” His touch stopped as it reached my hip, fingertips teasing my skin.
My sex clenched, knowing how close he was to touching me there. I wanted him to touch me there. Yet I wanted him to stop. Fuck!
A single finger traced across my skin, settling just above my sex, and my hips moved, my body’s desperation for pleasure taking the reins.
I pulled against my restraints, crying out while pinching my eyes closed, hating yet loving every second of his torture.
“I made sure your innocence remained because I wanted to be the one who corrupted it.”
“Granite—”
“Think about it, Alyx. Think about all those times you touched yourself, imagining it was me.”
“No.” I shook my head and licked my lips.
“How did I do it? How did I make you come?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed, the sound something between amusement and malevolence.
“Did I spread your pussy lips like this?” He slipped two digits between my folds, and I moaned out loud as he spread them wide. The cold air teased across the wetness of my arousal, and the sensations that possessed me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
“Did I play with your clit…like this?” With his other hand, he used the pad of his thumb, gently rubbing against that one sweet spot.