Page 66 of In The Dark
“No.No. I don’t want anyone to see me. I don’t want them to know I like this. I don’t. I hate it.”
“You’re staining my sheets, angel. You don’t hate a fucking thing about this.”
“This is all your fault. You’ve made me like things I’ve never liked before.” She sighs. I don’t know if it’s with relief or gratitude or acceptance, but whatever it is, it flips a switch. Her movements turn sultry, intoxicating. I can’t stop looking at her, especially when she bats her eyes and smirks. “You like it too.”
“Of course I do. I like everything about you, Max.” My palm dances up to the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine. I kiss her, swallowing down the moan she makes when my tongue brushes against hers. “Take what you need, baby. Let me watch then worship you after.”
“Dirty boy,” she murmurs, finding a rhythm.
I touch myself, matching her tempo. Every time she works the knife another inch deeper inside her, my fist reaches the base of my cock. I want to come more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in life, but fucking her after this is all I can think about. She’s going to be so wet and ready for me, and I groan in anticipation.
“Are you close?” I ask, and she nods.
“Touch my clit,” she begs, and I shake my head.
“No. The knife only, sweetheart. You can get creative.”
Frustration flashes across her face. “Can I move my hands?”
“As long as you don’t touch yourself.”
Max adjusts her position, wincing as the knife slips out of her. I keep my hold on it, wondering what her plan is. Surprising me, she kneels on the mattress. Her forearms rest against the pillows, putting her on all fours, and she slowly rubs her clit against the handle. A long, low groan works out of her, and she closes her eyes.
“Perfect,” she whispers. “So perfect.”
“Open your eyes, Max. Look at the mess you’ve made.” Reluctantly, she blinks and glances down. Her cheeks turn bright pink at the sight of the handle and the damp spot on the sheets. “You could never not want this.”
I let her do what she wants, awestruck as she brings herself close to the edge again. Her breathing changes, tits heaving and chasing the high I know she craves.
“Hunter,” she pants, and I can tell fatigue is setting in. Determination glints behind her eyes and she throws her head back, sinking into the raw indulgence of getting what she wants. I watch her like a hawk, ready to haul her out of harm’s way if her legs give out. “I’m going to come.”
“Good, angel. Then it’s my turn,” I say, kissing her. She gasps, the full-body experience sweeping over her. I’m there to catch her, gathering her in my arms and replacing the knife with my fingers, the aftershock catching her by surprise. “Such a pretty cunt. I’ve got you.”
Max swallows down another gasp as I slow my fingers. I kiss her forehead and smile when she wiggles in my hold, lifting her wrists.
“Let me go,” she says. “I want to touch you.”
“There’s an offer I can’t say no to.” I use the knife to cut the ropes, freeing her hands. She puts her palms on my cheeks then my chest, kissing me. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m great.” Her lazy smile tells me she’s transcended to the blissed-out spot of subspace; glassy eyes. Brain fog, complete calm. “That was all very intense. Lovely.”
“Do you need a breather?” I check her wrists, kissing the pink skin rubbed slightly raw by the rope. “Some water?”
“No. You mentioned something about my ass. Don’t go easy on me now, Hunter.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Max straddles me, and I rest my hands on her hips. “Are you going to fill me up, or do I need to find someone else who can?”
I growl at the idea of someone else touching her and flip her off me. I put her on her stomach, dragging her knees back. Ass in the air, face in the pillows, I wrap her hair around my wrist and tug, gleeful when she cries out.
“Stop being a brat just because you got off.” I reach into the bedside table drawer, pulling out the new butt plug I ordered just for her. I grab a bottle of lube too, and rest back on my heels. My thumb traces along the line of her crack, and I smile. “Has anyone touched you here?”
“No.” She shivers and rocks into my touch. “You’d be the first.”
“Good. We’ll do my finger first, then the plug.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
