Page 140 of Tormented
“Shut the fuck up unless you’re moanin’ like a good little whore.”
I grab the weapon of choice from beside her and run the slick chrome tip up the length of her wet slit. She writhes, but like a good girl never says a thing. Using my forearm, I lean against the back of her thighs to hold her legs out of the way, and slowly insert the metal rod in her hole. Fucking thing looks amazing; the contrast of cold unrelenting metal against her warm and pliant cunt.
A low groan comes from deep in her chest as I hit the end, only the very hilt of the dildo showing.
“Feel good, girl?” I give the end a tap for good measure.
She hums as the vibrations ripple through her, chest rising fast as her breaths come even faster. I watch her face as I slide it out, give a little twist, and slip it back in again. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, a small grin tipping the corners of her mouth up. With every stroke, her pussy grows slicker, the evidence of her arousal dripping down the seam of her butt.
I leave the dildo completely immersed in her and run the tip of my index finger through her juices, wetting the rose of her ass as I slide past. She flinches, a small gasp of air sucked into her lungs as her eyes shoot open.
“So fuckin’ filthy.”
Years, I’ve played the field. Tried every goddamn flavor a man could have, and only once found the woman who I thought would be it. But to be struck by lightning twice? I watch her face while, using my thumb, I press hard on the dildo and shove it deep inside her. Her muscles twitch as her pleasure builds, once, twice, and on the third time I push against her ass. I’m a fucking lucky man, that’s for sure.
Air is drawn in to her lungs sharply, but she only tenses for a second, soon relaxing again as I slip the dildo out, and then in, repeating the process over and over until my name is falling from her lips on a whimper.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I’m going to come.”
She cries out as I withdraw the dildo and slap her ass cheek. “No, you ain’t.”
Abbey strains to see around her legs while I fist my already hard cock. She’s got me so in awe in this moment that it would be easy to make things happen quickly, but that would only cheapen the moment. Quick and hard is for when you’ve been on the road days on end without your woman, for when some asshole hits on her and you need to stake that claim.
Not now.
My devil stands, placing a gentle hand to his desk, much like a retiring director of a company would. He taps his fingers on the surface, his other hand casually slung in his pocket, and smiles.
Nothing more needs to be said as he fades into the shadows. This time is ours: Abbey’s and mine. And that asshole upstairs finally sees her for what she is—the person who’ll take care of me in his absence. His better half, and mine.
“Don’t leave me waiting,” she whispers, her body fully relaxed as she watches me. “Please.”
I step forward, gently undo the belt, and stretch her limbs out. Her gaze tracks my hands as I rub her wrists, over the damn scars.
“I’ve seen yours,” she says simply, holding my gaze as she smiles. “I know you get it.”
“No more, okay? Make that promise now, no more.”
Tears well in her eyes as she smiles. “I’ve got no reason to keep doing it when I’ve got you.”
Her words cease as I take her mouth with mine, and line myself up with her. I say everything that’s still too hard for me to put into words with my actions, sliding my length inside and rocking my hips in a gentle motion.
I want to tell her I’m sorry. That I wish I could have known her sooner. That perhaps if I hadn’t been blind to the perfection in her flaws, that I might have saved her from ever feeling so bad she felt the urge to physically harm herself to relieve the pressure.
I want to tell her that I wish I could have been everything I never had, for her.
She groans as her climax builds, her thighs squeezing against mine, her back arching off the bed.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, picking up pace.
Tears crest her cheeks, that maniacal smile and the contradiction of it all only making her even more precious and worth holding on to.
“I’m close, pretty boy.”
“Good.” I lock my knees into the side of the mattress and lean back, bringing her with me. Abbey’s dark locks spill over her shoulders, framing her breasts as she adjusts her seat on my hips.
We move together, eyes locked in the best fucking game of who’ll blink first I’ve ever played. Her hips rock, and she draws that damn lip into her mouth as her eyes slip closed. One hand between her shoulders to steady her, and other firmly on her ass, I grind her faster, shifting the angles until the only way to describe the look she wears is pure ecstasy.