Page 40 of Absolution
I obey, drawing in a deep breath. When I exhale, he flicks only his forefinger, concentrating the sparks to a single, sizzling point that burns hotter than all five combined. The lightning dances directly over my nipple, and I scream at the shock of pain.
My core contracts, and an orgasm bursts through me with sudden, ruthless force.
His low laugh mingles with my ecstatic cry, and he flicks over my other nipple, prolonging my release.
“You are so perfect for me,” he praises. “My beautiful wife.”
He finally withdraws, severing the painfully sweet connection. I go limp, and all I can do is draw in panting breaths and stare up at my husband, taking in the hard planes of his muscular chest and his rippling abs. He looms over me, impossibly imposing, and I feel deliciously small in his shadow.
He grabs my hips, grounding us as he rolls onto his back. He easily arranges my body so that I’m straddling his face, my fluttering pussy only inches from his lush mouth.
“I’m going to release your hips, and then you’re going to ride my face,” he commands. “You control the current. You decide when and how I hurt you.”
My core clenches, and my heart soars. He’s still my dark god, my master, but he’s handing over control. With each deviant order, he’s proving to me how much he values and respects me. When we’re intimate and he treats me like his plaything, that respect isn’t diminished. Now I know that deep in my bones.
I keep my gaze locked on his as I slowly lower my pussy toward his waiting mouth. He extends his tongue, creating a point for the spark to jump between us. My thighs begin to shake in anticipation of the spike of hot pain, but I boldly offer my pulsing clit.
I shriek at the lick of searing pain to my most sensitive spot, and I quickly press myself fully against his tongue to ground us again. The brief pain disappears entirely, without even a shadow of the burning sensation that’d shocked me. Now there’s only the decadent pleasure of his mouth on me, his tongue toying with me in the way I like best.
My head drops back on a low moan, and I brace myself for another hit as I lift my hips. The sparks drag along my labia, crackling and dancing over my tender flesh in searing lightning strikes. I begin to roll my hips, alternating between pressing my pussy into his face and pulling back for his cruel, clever tongue to torment me.
I don’t know where the pain ends and pleasure begins. I want it all, and Dane gives me everything I demand of him. He takes his time feasting on me, and although I know he must be hurting, too, his low grunts are clear sounds of desire rather than pain.
When I can’t take any more of the carnal onslaught, I finally ease back just enough for him to flick my clit one last time. I come apart on a scream, and he licks away the shock as I ride him through my orgasm. When my legs start shaking too violently to hold me upright, he finally grabs my hips and lifts me off him.
I lay in a puddle on the bed while he quickly turns off the wand and strips out of his pants. His cock is thick and hard, ready to claim me after long denial.
I’m already soaked for him, but he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and rubs a generous amount over his length.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is guttural, almost inhuman with the intensity of his lust for me.
My demonic prince looms over me, and I summon the last of my strength to get into position. He grabs my hips and settles behind me.
“I’m going to claim your tight little asshole, wife,” he growls. “Every part of you belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Take me.”
His cockhead presses against my tight bud, and I try my best to relax for him.
“Push back against me,” he rumbles, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing motion as the pain begins to build.
I whimper but obey, breathing through the discomfort as his massive cock slowly penetrates me. A burning sensation sears my pleasure, but I crave more. I want to give myself to him in every way, and I’m determined to accept him.
One broad hand grasps my hip, anchoring me in place. His free hand snakes around me, and his clever fingers find my clit. It’s still overly sensitive from my powerful, electrified orgasm, and another layer of stinging pain enhances my dark pleasure. He rubs me in sure, steady circles, coaxing my body to relax with his masterful touch.
Finally, his cockhead slips past my tight ring, and the worst of the discomfort eases. He continues to stimulate my clit as he pushes deeper, entering me in a slow slide.
A strangled cry tears from my chest. I’m almost unbearably full, my virgin asshole stretched around his massive cock.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re doing so well, my brave pet.”
I press my face into the pillow and bite down for purchase. He starts to gently thrust into me in slow, short strokes. Forbidden ecstasy I’ve never known crackles through my body, made all the sweeter by the lingering pain and intense vulnerability of being claimed in every way.
Blissful tears stream down my cheeks, and I whimper with each of his careful thrusts.
“Does it hurt?” He grinds out the words, his control over his release tenuous.
“Yes, Master,” I say, voice small. “But it feels so good. More.”
