Page 222 of Rage

“Tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.”You. Notit.

My heart pounds a staccato beat out of my chest, and I lift the lid on my heart-shaped box, buried deep and covered in dust.

“Help me shut my brain off. Give me the kind of pain that will replace the one in my chest.” I can’t quite place why I trust her with this information, but tomorrow is guaranteed to no one. So, if she’ll have me, I’ll take whatever I can get.

Her icy eyes widen at my admission, and I gasp, hoping I didn’t cross a line.

“Do you have a safe word? I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want.” Her fingers around my wrist rub soft circles into my skin, warming me, easing me into what’s coming next.

“I’ve never had one before, but I guess ‘hopscotch’ works.” She snorts a laugh before training her face back into a mask ofdesire. Fuck, she looks deadly like this. Wetness leaks between my legs, and I rub my thighs together to try and get some relief.

Lenora’s hands push through my curls, holding my head in her hands as she rolls on top of me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to her strength or speed.

Her lips brush against mine as a desperate moan falls from my mouth. She uses the opportunity to explore my mouth with her tongue, leaving me no option but to open up and let her in. As she straddles me, her strong thighs squeeze against my body, holding me in place.

“You’re so needy,” she whispers against my lips, and I can’t help the groan and push of my hips against her. Hands tighten in my hair and pull back, leaving my neck open to her kisses and bites. Every time her teeth hit my skin, a shiver wracks my body, ready for more. After every bust of pain, a soothing tongue follows its path.

She releases my hair and runs her hands around my face, touching as much skin as she can. “Tell me what you want to be called.” I’ve never had a partner so open to communication. It’s almost off-putting, but her hands rove down to my neck, and my breath hitches. As one hand lightly holds my throat in place, I miss the other headed for my breasts. The sharp pinch on my nipple has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“I asked you a question.” Her fingers squeeze tighter, and I moan at the delicious pain. “Do you want to be my baby, my girl, my little pervert?” My breaths hitch, and a tear escapes my eye at the pressure of her pinch. I pant through my teeth. What was the question?

Her face lowers to mine, and her tongue follows the trail of my tear. “Oh, you want to be my slut, don’t you?”

“I’ll be anything. Everything,” I pant, unable to pick just one. I want it all.

“Greedy girl with a greedy pussy. I like it.” She releases my poor nipple and replaces her hands with her mouth, licking and sucking both breasts as I writhe below her. She climbs off me as she looks down at my body.

“Take everything off,” she commands, and I obey, hoping to get everything I’ve ever needed from her. I’m entranced.

Now unoccupied, one hand lowers to my abdomen and then to the apex of my thighs. “You’ve already come twice and you want more, don’t you?” I nod furiously at her question.

“Words,” she seethes as her once-soft hand comes crashing down on my clit, making me cry out.

“Yes! Yes, I want more. Please. Give me more. I’ll be good,” I moan, shifting my head back and forth on my pillow, frizzing up my curls.

“Good? I don’t think this pussy can be anything but trouble.” Her fingers lightly stroke up and down my center with nowhere near enough pressure.

“You couldn’t even wait until you were alone. No. You touched this pretty pussy and tried to keep quiet while I slept right next to you. You are a perverted little slut, aren’t you?”

“No!” I whine. Embarrassment coats my words as two fingers spear me. I cry out as her laugh rings out above me.

“Don’t lie to my face. You won’t like the consequences. Now, tell me what you did while I was sleeping next to you.” Lazily, her fingers pump in and out of me, barely brushing my clit innocently. I’m so wound tight, I can barely think.

“I-I can’t.” I throw my arm over my eyes, overwhelmed with the way she stares down at me, stripping me bare, seeing right through to my debaucherous center. I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life.

“Wrong answer, my little pervert.” With one hand, she holds my arms down to the bed, leaving me incapable of hiding. Then, her thumb rubs my clit as her fingers push against my frontwalls. My orgasm barrels towards me. So close. But just as I’m about to crest, she removes her fingers and spanks me, again between my legs.

“FUCK!” I shout, writhing and moaning at my ruined orgasm.

“Let’s try again. You said you wanted to be good, but I think I may have to teach you.” She sucks my wetness off her fingers and laughs at my frustration. “You did this to yourself. Now, tell me what you were doing while I was asleep.”

After my body relaxes into the mattress again, her fingers lazily trace my lower lips and circle my clit. The throb is deep, and my stomach clenches. “I touched myself,” I whisper.

“That’s a good start,” she says as her fingers increase the pressure on my clit, driving me insane. No longer holding my arms down, her free hand finds its home on my throat.

“And what was my little slut thinking of?” she asks casually as she tightens her grip on my neck, just enough to feel me swallow.

“Y-you,” I mutter as I climb higher and higher under her lethal hands.

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