“That’s it.” I pull out, and saliva flies from her mouth, covering her face while she sucks in a breath. “So beautiful.” I slap her wet cheek, and she cries out. I push back into her mouth again while she takes the opportunity to breathe, and I watch her throat expand from my cock sliding down it. “That’s my girl.” I pant, feeling her gag. “Take it, Elli. Show me you belong to me.”
If I have to tie her up and display her in the middle of town, naked with my name carved into her chest for the world to see, I will. Like I said before, she has no clue just how dark my mind can go or how violent I can be. I have no problem showing her what the devil will do to claim his little demon.
ELLINGTON
HE COMES DOWNmy throat before pulling out. His piercings clanking against my upper teeth.
I immediately roll over onto my stomach, my head still hanging over the bed, but I’m no longer crushing my arms underneath me.
Saliva and cum run out of my parted lips while I gasp and cough. My blond hair that isn’t stuck to my wet face falls around my head so I can’t see anything other than the white carpet below me. My hands tingle as the blood rushes back to them since they’re still duct-taped behind my back.
The silk fitted sheet sticks to my sweaty and hot skin.
I suck in a deep breath, my eyes blinking, trying to see through my watery lashes that are lumped together from the mascara I wore earlier in the night. I almost threw up several times. It took all I had to keep it down. Afraid I’d choke on it. I’m not an expert at deep throating, but I didn’t think I was that horrible at it. Was it because of his size? Roughness? The piercings? I’m not sure, but my body enjoyed it. The way he praised me for trying even though I didn’t have the choice.
I hear the sound of bathwater running, and seconds later, I see his bare feet returning to stand by the bed. His hands grip my shoulders, and he flips me over onto my back. Then he’s picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom while I lie limp in his strong arms.
The big bay window positioned above the large corner Jacuzzi tub tells me it’s still nighttime. He’s got the bathroom lights on, though, and they burn my sensitive eyes.
He lowers me into the bathtub, the white porcelain once again crushing my arms behind my back. “Sin …” I manage a rough whisper. “My arms …” I sniff. “They hurt.”
Kneeling next to the tub, he runs his hand down the side of my face to wipe away the tears I cried while he fucked my ass and mouth.
“I know,” he says simply, shoving the wet hair off my chest and shoulders.
The warm water is still filling the large tub. It’s not even to my hips yet. His hand lowers down my chest bone between my breasts, and the pad of his thumb brushes over my nipple, making me hiss in a breath.
“Why?” I lift my head and gaze at my chest to figure out why it’s so tender and see a silver barbell through both of my hard nipples, making me gasp.
“You like pain.”
My wide eyes shoot to his, and he’s staring at the piercings he must have given me while in the house of mirrors. “They were beautiful.” He takes his finger and thumb, slightly turning the bar, making me shove the back of my head into the tub and cry out. A sharp pain takes my breath away. “Now they’re fucking perfect, just like you.”
Letting go of them, he leans back on his knees and grabs the bodywash. I take a quick look at the water to see it’s now up to my belly button. He pops the top open on the bottle and pours it into his hand, lathering them up. Then his hands are on me.
A moan escapes my sore throat as he massages my breasts. His strong hands run up and down the sides of my ribs. Then he slowly takes them up on either side of my neck.
I’m panting, arching my head back for him, knowing how vulnerable this makes me and not caring at the moment.
Opening my eyes, I direct my gaze to the countertop by the vanity and see one of my diaries sitting there. I tense. He notices and follows my line of sight before looking back at me. Mine shoots to the faucet that still runs, and I notice the water is now up to my breasts.
I arch my back, trying to pull myself up out of the water since I’ve seemed to slip down, but his hand wraps around my throat, keeping me in place. My heart accelerates, my thighs tightening.
He leans over the side and presses his lips against mine, and I kiss him back without hesitation. His tongue enters my mouth while his hand holds me in place. It’s tender and would seem loving if I wasn’t duct-taped in a bathtub while the water continues to rise.
Sin pulls away, and I try to lean into him, wanting more, but his hands prevent it. Instead, he keeps his face close to mine but right out of reach.
“Easton.” His first name trembles on my lips. I know what he’s doing and where this is going, and fuck, I want it. “Did you read it?” I have to know. Need to hear him answer.
“I want to know everything that goes on in that beautiful mind of yours,” he responds, confirming what I already knew.
He watches a tear slip from the corner of my eye. The diaries and journals have a purpose. The journals are for class. It’s to make people uncomfortable. To desensitize them for what’s to come. For me, it’s much more than that. I’ve been writing in diaries since I was a kid. It was about what I heard my mother and her clients talk about. Situations they found themselves in or wanted to be in. My fantasies have just gotten darker and darker over the years. I had to get my desires out, and I had no one that I could talk to them about. So I chose to write them.
“Do you trust me?” he asks just as soft as his kiss was.
I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my swollen lips. “Yes.”
His pretty blue eyes search mine for a second before leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead. I whimper at the tenderness in his touch. Then he stands to his full height, leaning over the tub, and shoves my face under the water with his hand around my throat.