Page 38 of Recurve Ridge

“Such a good girl,” he murmured.

One arm banded around my chest, crushing the tops of my breasts. Frissons of pleasure rippled over my body, hardening my nipples to impossible pain-filled points.

I wanted to beg him to touch me there, though fear froze my lips. Every part of me thrummed with heat and energy, so sensitive there that any caress would hurt, no matter how gentle or tender his touch. For some horrible reason, that thought got me off too.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Mari Merripen?” Alan asked idly, still swirling his fingers around my needy flesh.

His other hand drifted across my ribs, grazing the undersides of my breasts. Those same fingers wound around my throat in a light circle not meant to restrict my air or threaten me, but rather to hold me closer in an intimate sort of gesture I’d never experienced before him.

“That feels good,” I murmured, leaning my head deeper against his shoulder, letting him hold me up.

Alan’s breath hitched, and I knew he was enjoying this too. His hips rocked against me, his thickening erection resting against my ass. “Which bit?”

All of it.

Those clever fingers teased around my nipple, stroking in slow circles that left me swollen and aching. I pressed my thighs together, but the action did nothing to suppress the arousal that spiked through me. A moan escaped my lips despite my biting them.

Broken, broken, broken.

Alan laughed against my neck. His torture ceased for a moment as his fingers traveled lower again, rolling beneath the thin material of my pants to dip inside. Smooth pads drifted over my clit, circling just once, which was enough to tease my splintering mind. I swayed on my feet, parting my thighs to give him access as he slipped two fingers twisted together inside me straight to the second knuckle.

I cried out, a shocked, wanton sound that echoed around us in the incessant blackness. Alan stopped moving, letting me get used to the intrusion. My pussy ached and pulsed, desire washing over me in a wave that both shocked and elated me.

I’m broken… like them.

The new mantra was enough for now.

“You want this, Mari?” His fingers shifted a little inside me as he moved his thumb up to play with my clit, rolling over the slippery nub with ease. “Like this?”

He pinched my clit lightly. I clenched around his fingers in response, unable to voice my pleasure. My brain refused to process anything more than the soul-searing touch he offered, teasing me until my mind frayed. Sensation arced through my body as I met the gentle swirls he swept over my folds, my hips undulating to match. I could feel his smile near my ear, his lips pressed to my neck.

Arching a little, I raised both hands behind me to wrap around his neck, giving him all the access he could want to my body. Granting him permission where he would have taken it.

Both sounded good to my pleasure-warped mind.

Those long, cool fingers tightened, constricting the slightest amount around my throat. I should have been scared, but deep inside, I now knew I could trust him. Alan wouldn’t hurt me. That had never been his intent. Despite my restricted airflow, I sucked in a larger breath than I’d been allowed before.

“All this.” I whispered the words to the empty air. “I want all of this.”

“Good girl.” He squeezed my throat again, teasing pulses that halted my air and gave it back again as his fingers stayed still inside me.

I gasped with the strange beat he favored, flexing his fingers within me as I sank against his body. My legs trembled as he squeezed a little harder, my pussy clenching down outside my control. I came, bearing down on his fingers, and he hadn’t even moved them inside me yet.

“Such a beautiful little slut for me.” His cold voice grew rough as he held me against his hard body. My body shook in his grasp that loosened around my throat, offering a sweet caress over the faintest marks there that still hadn’t healed.

But now, even the invisible scars were on their way to healing.

A sense of power and strength swept over me, a skewed version of control.“A pretty cunt for us to fuck.”Wasn’t that what he said before? The knowledge he offered was a weapon I armed myself with, his desire bolstering my ability to become more than the victim in his arms.

Alan’s twisted fingers worked in and out of my hot pussy, crooking and stretching me as he hit a sensitive spot. Still coming down from my first release, he brought me back to the edge I’d escaped. He pulled me against his chest, his heart beating out of sync, too fast against mine though he kept up the pretense that his touch didn’t excite him as much as it did me.

Shoving the thought aside and letting him play his game that I craved as much as he seemed to, I clutched the lean muscle of his forearm to my chest, letting him support me. I didn’t pull away, clinging to him to stay upright.

Alan wouldn’t let me fall.

Still pulsing one hand inside me, he turned the arm I clung on to. His knuckles brushed against my chin as he tilted my head back once more. I stared into the darkness, knowing I was looking at him but unable to see anything at all.

The void remained impenetrable around his hands as his body worked against mine. The invisible touch erased the phantom memories, replacing them withnow.His hips pressed against the swell of my ass, his hard length against my back.

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