Page 65 of Skin Deep

Paxton released my throat and I turned around to bite the scar over his lip. My fingers closed around the collar of his shirt. “Take it all. My hands, my mouth, my whole body. Whatever you want, it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask. I’m yours tonight.”

Pax picked me up and carried me to the bed, putting me down and leaning over me. He closed his hand around my thigh, finding the cuts he’d made and squeezing enough that I felt the scabs give way. My eyes rolled back and I offered him my neck, an offering he gladly accepted with sharp teeth.

Pax grabbed my shirt from the floor and looped it around the headboard before tying up my hands. “We’re going to have to get some proper equipment to keep doing this.”

I agreed with a hum, although I liked his improv. It wasn’t quite the same as the zip ties though. I liked how they dug into my skin and left marks behind if I struggled, little reminders for me to run my hands over in the days that followed.

Paxton started kissing, biting, and licking his way down my chest. He pinched my skin between his teeth until I bucked up against him impatiently, biting my tongue to keep from moaning. He chuckled and gave my hips a sharp bite, first one side and then the other. “As much as I love the sounds you make, I think you’re going to need a gag.”

“Please?” My voice was so high and needy, I barely recognized it.

“Where?”

I turned my head, eyeing the dresser. “Check my underwear drawer?”

He smirked and went to retrieve a pair of underwear from the drawer. I wouldn’t have been able to stand having dirty underwear shoved in my mouth, but these were clean. I saw a flash of red cloth before he was stuffing it in my mouth, pushing it far enough back that I couldn’t free myself from it if I tried. My cock throbbed at the rough treatment. I tried to roll my hips up against him, but he was so heavy on top of me that I could barely move.

Something cool and metallic pressed into my bound hands. I shifted my hold on it, hearing it jingle. A set of keys?

Pax kissed my chin. “You need me to stop, you drop those, okay?”

There was no way I was dropping those keys. There was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t want. I would have let this man stab me in the heart if it pleased him to do so, a thought that should have terrified me. It didn’t. The thought of him holding my life in his hands was such a turn on it had me panting against the cloth he’d shoved into my mouth.

Paxton kissed his way down my body with agonizing tenderness, kissing along my hips and thighs as he did. I tried to twist to get his attention where I wanted it, on my cock, but he ignored my silent pleas.

“I want to see my handiwork,” he said and grabbed the bandage.

I grunted as he yanked the bandage off, ripping leg hairs out by the roots with the tape.

Paxton ran his fingers over the cracked and bleeding scabs. “I can’t believe you let me do this to you,” he said in awe.

Didn’t he know I’d let him do much worse? There was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t like, no matter how much it hurt. That was fucked up, and wrong, but that didn’t make it any less true.

Pax ripped open a condom he got from the bedside table and rolled it on. I made a muffled grunt and he held another package up in question. “Oh, you want this? You won’t need it. I have other plans.” He flung the condom aside and I let out a panicked grunt. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you get all messy. Promise. God, you’re a fucking sight right now. I like seeing you such a mess. I’m gonna wreck you even more.”

He popped open the cap on the lube and I shifted my legs wider, practically begging for his fingers.

“So impatient,” Paxton teased, circling slick fingers over my entrance.

I let out a muffled moan as he pushed two fingers inside, savoring the burn like a reward.

He wasn’t easy on me, pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring them to open me wider with painful efficiency. “Next time, I want you to come in here and prep yourself for me so I don’t have to wait to bury myself inside you. You understand me, slut?”

I grunted and nodded.Anything for you. Just touch me, hurt me, love me like only you can.It was irrational, this clawing need, but I’d never claimed to be sane.

Paxton pulled his fingers free and left me only long enough to remove his clothes before he was leaning over me, sinking into me with a groan that had my cock leaking and pressure building in my balls already.

He started moving right away, setting a harsh, quick rhythm that had my whole body jerking and twitching each time he drove into me. I started to push myself down, chasing his every retreat from my body. Electric pleasure sparked over my skin, building at a feverish pace.

I pleaded through the gag, whimpering and moaning for him to touch me, but he wouldn’t do it. He knew what I wanted too, because he smirked and shifted me so he could drive his cock deeper into me. I squirmed against the makeshift restraints, getting desperate as I pleaded through the gag.

Paxton shook his head. “You come when I say you come,” he growled, his voice deep and gravelly.

I whined loudly, throwing my head back against the pillows, tears threatening. I was so close yet so far from tipping over that edge. Every time he pounded into me, his cock slid over my prostate, and it was torture. He was a monster. A damn monster for what he was doing to me, and I loved every second of it, even as I cursed at him from behind the gag.

Paxton gave a few more hard thrusts before his movements became more erratic and uncoordinated, and then he came with a rough grunt.

I let out a miserable whine as his cock retreated from my body and he slid down, taking me in his mouth. My eyes rolled back and I stilled. I didn’t believe in heaven, but if I did, it existed in the way Pax rolled his tongue around my cock and in the wet heat of his mouth. All the suffering I’d gone through before was worth it to get this. I lifted my hips, thrusting into his mouth.

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