Page 139 of An Unexpected Ascension
The pressure inside my lower belly builds until it’s nearly painful. My core heats with an unbearable fire ready to sear my entire body. Those familiar tingles begin in my toes, numbing my legs, tickling my stomach.
It becomes so overwhelming, and I prepare to burst into a million pieces until he yanks his fingers from within me, both ends utterly empty.
I pant, finally taking a full, unobstructed breath.
“Wha—”
“Oh, Angel. Did I say you could speak?” he tuts, clucking his tongue seductively.
“No, but why did you stop?”
He chuckles. “Clearly you don’t know what it means to shut the fuck up and take it, do you?” He fists the hair at the back of my head, pulling me to stand. “I guess you’re about to learn.”
Lynx positions me so I’m standing between his thighs and facing away from him.
“Bite this,” he orders, handing over one of my daggers.
Hesitantly, I take it, placing the blade between my teeth, carefulnot to slice my tongue. Then, the palm of his hand splays against my middle back, silently urging me to bend over. I do, obeying him, folding nearly in half.
A stinging pain starts at the fleshy part of my right ass cheek, the other dagger in his hand. With slow, particular movements, he carves into me, taking his time. I can feel a sticky wetness start to trickle, dripping down my curves and onto the back of my thigh.
My teeth clamp down even harder, nearly cracking against the metal as he continues. My eyes burn with tears, but I asked for this. I wanted this. Do want this. So, I let him carve me up just as I had done to myself.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, rubbing his fingers through the blood now pooling from the wound.
I feel him stand behind me before he spins me around to face the chair. He maneuvers my arms to rest against the seat cushion and kicks my legs apart. With the same fingers he’s coated in my blood, he eases them into me. Only, not the part of me he’s claimed time and time again.
With the dagger still clenched between my teeth, I groan. Between the pressure of him spreading that piece of me that’s never been touched and my stinging flesh, I’m struck dizzy. I don’t know whether to cry or be grateful.
He pushes slowly, not one finger, but two. The intrusion is uncomfortable and burns just like the wound on my ass, but he keeps pumping ever so slowly. Even through the whimpers and tears and groans.
“Does this hurt, Angel?”
Devil, save me.
It does. It hurts so fucking bad.
I nod.
“When you speak without permission, you get punished. Do you understand?”
I let out a muffled sob and it breaks over the blade between mylips. The blade that’s now cutting into the corners of my mouth, drawing little pebbles of blood, but I still nod.
“You’re being so good right now, Angel. Taking your punishment. You stretch so nicely for me, almost like your body wants more. Do you want more?”
He adds another finger without waiting for a response and I lose my breath. Every muscle in my body stiffens and I accommodate more of him than I thought physically possible.
I shake my head, the movements choppy as his fingers demand every bit of my attention.
“No? You don’t want more?” He stops pumping his fingers, leaving them deeply inside of me. “You don’t want to come?”
I whine, nodding now.
“Well, which is it?”
He takes the dagger from my mouth, dropping it to the floor and waits for me to answer.
“I want to come.”
