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She moans, reaching for my hair. “Safe word,” she mutters. I stop and wait for her to tell me what it is. “We need one.” She looks down at me.
I nod. I agree. The only times I’ve done this is with women who are into this kink, and they use a safe word. Not that they’d ever used it.
“Ye choose it.” I suck her nipple into my mouth and flick her clit with my knuckle. She gasps.
“Madden, you’re mixing my head all up, it’s hard to think.” She gasps as I move to her other nipple and do the same, speeding up on her clit. I can feel her thighs start to grip my legs. She’s so responsive.
“Broccoli,” she says. And I pull free from her nipple and grin up at her. “What? I don’t like it. So, it’s a good word.”
I chuckle lightly and she grins.
“What’s your safe word?” she asks and I shake my head.
“Don’t need one...nothing you do to me will make me want to stop.” And that’s the truth. She’s already allowed me more than most, and I can’t wait to show her what we can do. I slap her ass and stand; she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to my room and place her on my white sheets.
My hands itch to carve my name across her chest. I won’t do it, though. I might love the pain, but I won’t ever hurt her. As much as I want to warn all others away with my name across her chest, I would never mark up her beautiful skin.
CHAPTER21
ADDIE / ISABELLA
He drops me to his bed. The sheet are white, and I don’t understand why he would put them on if he really is into blood play as much as he’s made out. We will get bloodstains all over...oh, shit. That’s why they’re white.
His eyes are still the same pale blue, and fuck he’s gorgeous.
Deadly, a little unhinged, and crazy.
But allmine.
Keegan told me a few things. He knows what Madden’s into and helped me to understand him a little more. I don’t think I will ever understand this kink, but I want to share it with Madden. As much as I can.
Keegan mentioned the safe word. So did Serena. She helped me choose this outfit. I still have the heels on, but I love it. I feel so sexy and desired by Madden. I’ve never seen his eyes light up the way they did when I stripped for him. I felt so powerful and in control.
That’s one thing Keegan said. Madden loves control, pain, and submission. But I hold all the power here. My safe word controls it all, and Madden won’t step over that if I saybroccoli. I trust him. I want to live in his pleasures for one night...watching him with his blade. The way he cut his palm and jacked off to me turned me on more that I wanted to admit at the time.
Pleasure and pain. I’ve heard of it before, but I want to experience it with him.
He cuts off the rest of my bodysuit, and I’m a little sad that he cut it. But it was his present. He can do what he wants with it, and when he cut it from me out there, every nerve ending was on alert, and it just made everything feel...more.
I don’t know what it was that made everything more heightened. Maybe the control he had over my life? I almost came the moment he sucked the blood from my belly. It’s like a small paper cut. I can feel it on my belly, but it will heal and not even leave a scar. He’s good with his knives. I get why people fear him.
Hearing a Rihanna song playing through the speakers, I start to sway my hips as he strips down to nothing. He gives me a wicked grin and I lick my lips. He strokes his hard length a few times, and I watch as he takes his blade and slices his palm. It’s the same one as he did before. How does it heal? Or does it never heal? He just keeps opening it up like that. He makes his hand into a fist before he strokes his cock. The blood there is dark against his golden skin.
I guess you really have to be okay with blood for this. Lucky for me, I’m so used to blood and death that this isn’t the deal-breaker he seems to think. I think we were made for each other.
It’s not normal for people to not flinch at someone being killed. But I’m so desensitized to it that, if this helps him to feel, I understand the need.
He moves into me. He’s fast as he presses his body against mine. Gripping my hair in a fist, he tilts my throat to him and sucks there. Just enough that I can feel the blood coming to the surface and forming a small hickey.
I reach for his hair and grip it tight, pulling him away, and he rubs his cock against my thigh. His eyes find mine and I see the sparkle there.
I see you, Madden.
His lips crash to mine, and I feel his blade run up my side. The cool metal and sharp edge has my core clenching as I gasp into his mouth. He grips my chin, and drawing back, I stick out my tongue at him. He brings his palm to me; the blood there has slowed, but it’s deep enough that he really should get stitches. But I can see how scarred over it is. He’s done this so many times.
I lick the blood from him. The taste of iron and salt invades my mouth and I moan.
“Madden.” I reach between us. I need his cock. I need him to fuck me.
