Page 37 of Come Out, Come Out

The grounding pressure of his fingertips digging into my cheeks steadies me as my legs shake with need. “You’re right. I deserve to be punished. I want it. Punish me, please,” I beg as I rub my thighs together.

“Is that so?” He steps back and toys with my braids. “You know, whores like you don’t get the fun kind of punishment. I’m going to make you beg and cry, and then I’m going to leave you and your messy, cum-filled cunt gaping and clamping on nothing, even more desperate for me than before.”

“I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby.” He tugs the end of my hair. “Tonight, I’ll remind you that nobody can give you what I can. I know you better than anyone, Skye.” The affirmation is cascading water to my parched soul. “Tonight, you’re going to prove to me that you’re mine.” He grabs my ass roughly for emphasis and I wiggle against him. That earns me a hard slap on my right cheek.

“I will.” I squeal in delight. I don’t know how he goes from being soft and apprehensive an hour ago tothis, but it’s so goddamn hot.He’s everything I could ask for.I shove the thought down and stare up into his eyes, eager for more of this twisted game he’s playing.

His tattooed hand is around my throat again and I can almost feel the spiderwebs extending from his flesh into my skin, wrapping around and binding me to him as he walks me back into the kitchen. When we finally stop, he shoves me roughly into the thick wooden chair near the kitchen table so hard that my ass makes a clapping sound against the seat on impact. “Sit on your fucking hands.” His eyes are so heated with possessiveness that they almost brand me.

I bite my lip, considering disobeying just to see what he’d do. I can’t help it, it’s so fun to defy him. He’s so sexy when I rile him up. But my curiosity to see what he has planned keeps me silent. I place my palms flat beneath my thick thighs that overflow the seat of the chair.

“That’s my good little slut. Now, open those perfect dick-sucking lips of yours. I’m going to fuck your filthy mouth so you can’t remember the taste of anyone but me before I even consider kissing it again.”

I lick my lips and open them wide. My mouth is watering and I’m desperate to coat his cock in my spit.

Aiden unbuckles his pants quickly, the sound cutting through the tense silence. He tilts my head back and proceeds to ease his perfect cock inside. “That’s my girl, so good at taking my dick down your throat.” Tears stream down my heated cheeks but I don’t wipe them. He needs to see that I’m focused solely on his pleasure.

I rub my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I bob my head up and down quickly. Desperate to force him over the edge as quickly as possible so I can feel him inside me, I hollow my cheeks and suck diligently. My eyes are locked on his as I milk his cock with everything I have, my tongue and throat working in unison. No longer able to comply with his command, I pull my hands out from under me and cup his balls and his head drops back in ecstasy. I memorize the look of bliss on his beautiful features. With his full lips parted in pleasure, that line of tension between his brows, and his long lashes resting on his sharp cheekbones, Aiden looks like a rendition of some holy figure.

His hips start to rock steadily. “Fuck, little wraith. How are you so perfect?” He loses himself momentarily to the satisfaction, praying to me instead of the other way around, but we’re not done with our game. I want to repent for the perceived offense of daring to look at anyone but him. I yearn for the brutality.

Digging my nails into his thighs, I regain his attention. Aiden’s eyes widen, darkening with that feral desire that suits his fine features and his hips stutter. A few seconds later, he pulls out of me and hot cum sprays all over my chest and stomach.

The heat banks in his eyes and his limbs relax ever so slightly. “That’s better,’ he says breathlessly. “Let me look at you.” Grabbing my braids, he pulls back my head until our gazes meet. “Now tell me. Who do you belong to?” There’s a heavy demand in his voice I can’t possibly ignore.

“You,” I say as I swipe a finger across my chest and lick the cum off.

This earns a pleased smile from him. Warmth spreads through me at the sight. “Such sweet words, but they’re not enough.Show mewhat belongs to me.”

I stand, rubbing my thighs together as I sway my hips. With shaking fingers, Ipeel off my cum-covered top, slowly letting the straps slide down my shoulders before pushing the stretchy fabric over my hips and onto the floor. I let him get a good look before I start to rub his cum from my stomach up over my hardened nipples.

“You’re testing my patience.” A hungry edge sharpens his voice and his eyes are a chilling grey. “Let me see that needy pussy.”

I loop my fingers through the lacy sides of my black thong and drag it down my wide hips, over my low-hanging stomach, and then my thighs. When I kick them off my toe, he catches them and brings the fabric to his pierced nose, inhaling the wetness that’s soaked through the thin material. I’m transfixed as his pupils dilate and his gaze turns predatory. Like a hungry wolf, he approaches me with determination, ready to sink his teeth into me. I’m the disillusioned lamb who’s willing to be caught in his jaws.

“Open up, sweetheart.” His voice is all grit. I slowly part my lips, but he doesn’t wait. He shoves my panties inside, scraping his knuckles against my teeth. I’m grateful for this little taste of him.

“Not another word from you until I say so.” Aiden pinches my nipples painfully. Eager to please, I nod in silence. “Well, look at that, my little slut is learning.” A cool hand gently caresses my cheek and I lean into it. “Now, bend over the table like my good girl.”

Wetness leaks out of me at the command. My body is getting ahead of itself. I want him to fill me, but I know better than to beg just yet.

“Look at that desperate cunt clenching on nothing.” He’s behind me in an instant, forcing my legs apart. Aiden’s words are punctuated as he slaps my pussy.

I sink my teeth into my lip to stop me from crying out. My legs are shaking with the restraint it takes not to react. My mind is unraveling as the mental image of him slamming into me from behind consumes my every thought. I’ve missed him all these months. Once wasn’t enough. Ineedhim.

But it’s not his cock that pierces me, it’s steel. A sharp, burning sensation starts just below the curve of my ass cheek and ends mid-thigh. I follow the pain as it comes back down at an angle, stopping halfway then angling back up. It continues in a straight line back to the middle of my thigh. His unsteady breath pants against the open skin. “Have I ever told you how much I love these thick fucking thighs of yours and the way I fit between them?” After a brief pause, the stinging agony starts again in one long vertical line.

I inhale deeply around my panties as the metal leaves my burning skin and he steps back. I choke on a sob as I revel in the throbbing heat that lingers. He doesn’t give me much recovery time. A minute later he’s crouching behind my right leg and the blade cuts across my skin again. Down. Diagonal. Up again. Then there’s a new line that branches off into three short horizontal cuts.

Aiden grabs my chin and turns my head so I can look him in the eyes. My gaze catches on the sheers he holds in his hand, the ones he seemed to have his suspicions about the first time we met. I should have known that would come back to bite me. He takes a few steps back to admire his work and lets out a contented sigh. “There we go. Now you’re all mine, little wraith.” His tongue licks along the tender skin. “That’s the taste of victory.” Aiden’s forehead rests just below the words as he strokes my legs. “From now on, I’m the only one who gets totouchyou, tofuckyou, or tocutyou. Is that understood?”

I nod weakly. There’s no room for debate. He’s staked his claim, and not just on my body, but on my soul. Nobody can give me the pain I crave quite like he can.Not even me.He doesn’t try to sweet talk or fuck it away; he takes ownership of it so I can take a break from bearing the weight of it myself. He doles out the sharp words and inflicts harm like it’s natural for him, but I suspect it’s something he’s embraced all for me. That makes it even better. Warmth spreads through me as I melt against the table I’m still bent over.

My thoughts are cloudy as I try to remain conscious through the throbbing and stinging writhing through my legs. I’m faintly aware of the blood trailing down my thighs in webby veins that tickle my overly sensitive skin.

I hear him mumble as my eyes flicker closed.

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