Page 57 of Ravaged
I grabbed his hand, holding it in mine. “Then why wait?”
His eyes flicked back and forth between mine, then darkened.
“Lie down,” he said. I flipped to my back, and he took the chain from the middle of the handcuffs and hooked it to the headboard with a locking carabiner. He gleamed down at me.
“Would you have let me tie you up, if you weren’t my captive?” he asked.
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” I asked. “You were rough then, and you know how I reacted.”
He grinned, then went down to my feet. He yanked the blankets and sheets off of the bed.
“I want to see when you come,” he said. Then he kissed down my belly, moving slowly until finally, he came to my panties. He breathed through the fabric, his hot breath tickling my skin, then I lifted my hips and he pulled my underwear down and threw them on the floor.
I bucked my hips forward, wanting more of it.
“Some people like to spank the ass,” he said, his gaze exploring my body. “On a woman like you, Tea?” He smiled, eyeing my hips. “Your ass is round and tender, perfect for spanking.”
“Then spank me,” I said in a demanding, primal voice.
“Or—” he said, eyeing me up and down. “I can smack you in my favorite place.”
Wham!His hand came down hard on my inner thigh, causing me to yelp. He laughed a cruel, deep laugh, and I looked, trying to see if there was a handprint on my thigh.
This was exactly what I wanted. It gave me an escape. Made me feel close to him. Made the situation seem less dire.
Because after it was all over, Ethan still wanted me.
“The inner thigh is sensitive,” he said, a hint of pleasure in his voice, “Delicate. Close to your cunt.” He grinned. “Besides, your ass is already bruised. But your inner thigh?” He lowered his head, and I flinched, excited and scared of what was to come. “Why not mark it too?”
Right next to my pussy, his teeth met my skin, pinching into my flesh, then harder, until shooting pains flew all the way to my neck. Burning flashes of light. I cried out.
He moved away, a deep imprint of his teeth on my thigh, the perfect impression of his mouth, his mark on me, a rippling purple and red bruise beneath it.
“We better match the other side,” he said with a smile.
I melted for that smile. Even as he leaned down and my body swelled with the urge to hide, I wanted to make him smile like that again, and again. He was full of pain, but when we had sex, he let go for a moment, forgot about what bothered him, and was fully there with me.
Just like I was with him.
The second bite coursed through me, and he bit in deeper somehow, and I writhed underneath his mouth. Then he pulled back and smacked my legs again, each in quick succession. My face was hot, my skin perspiring.
“Do you know what you do to me?” I whispered.
“What? That I make you uncomfortable?” he asked. He straddled me, each leg pinning me to the bed while he crawled over me, and whispered in my ear: “That you want me, even though you know you shouldn’t? Even when you know that I want to torture you like this? That I ripped you from your personal hell and rebirthed you into a new world of torture that you crave? That I make you moan and cry and fill up with anguish with pleasure? That you’re drowning in it.”
I blushed all over, my thighs still stinging, my sex tightening for him.
“You love it,” he said, a smirk on his face, “Don’t you?”
“I do,” I said.
He smacked those bite marks, making me scream. In my mind, I could only think of my answer: I did love it. I don’t know why, but I did. I wanted to give everything to him. Only to him. Only to Ethan. No one could conquer me like he did.
He leaned down, his hot breath tickling my sex, and his tongue reached down and skimmed my mound the barest amount, making me shake.
“Here’s my rule,” he said in a harsh voice. “Don’t come. Don’t even think about it. When you think you’re about to break, you’ll ask me for permission. Because this pussy is mine, Tea.All mine. And when I think your pussy deserves to come, I’ll allow it. But not until then.”
I whined and wiggled, and he suddenly bit into my thigh again, lower than the first, and I moaned. There was so much sensation that I couldn’t tell if he was gentler that time, or if I was numb to the pain.
