Page 61 of Madness

I stood before her. I could see the fear in her eyes. The moment she realized she’d made a mistake. That she’d pushed me too far. I glared down at her.

Her chest shaking with ragged breaths. Her thighs wet from her arousal. Her cheeks flushed. Her tongue licking her lips with nerves. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or anything more deserving of my pain.

“This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go.” I said as I slowly undid my belt. A snap filled the air as I pulled it from the loops of my pants. She flinched at the sound.

I wrapped the belt around my hand as I stepped out of my clothes. I watched her eyes frantically flick around. To my face, the belt, my thick cock aching for her, the door. For the first time, I didn’t relish her fear. I was too out of control to enjoy it.

Suddenly Kincaid sat up on the edge of the bed. Her hands shot out. One curled around mine and the belt. The other cupped my jaw. My body locked at her gentle touch. I whipped my head down to look at her. Kincaid’s soft white blonde hair floated around her face making her look as innocent as she used to be. Before me.

“Stop. Please.” Her soft voice cut into my skin. Kincaid didn’t beg. She saw it as a weakness. She wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t mean it.

Her fingertips brushed my lips. Softly. She rubbed across the pulse point on my wrist. I closed my eyes at the gentle touch, leaning into her. My rage cooled. The demons lay back down. Something about her calming me in a way only she could.

“How did you want it to go?” Her voice was a whisper barely heard over the pounding of my blood.

“Different. I didn’t want to force you… like before.” I admitted. I didn’t feel bad for what I’d done. I wasn’t capable of those kinds of emotions. And even if I was, I wouldn’t. My ways had brought me my little dove. Kept her this long.

She wrapped both arms around my waist. Her forehead came to my stomach as she slumped forward. It was like all the fight had been drained from her.

“You never forced me.” She whispered. “I wanted it. I wanted every touch. I wanted you.”

The air left my lungs in a rush as the belt dropped for my hands. It made a dull thud as it hit the carpet. I delicately ran my fingers through her hair before tracing down her fragile spine.

“Wanted?” A vulnerability I’d never heard before bleed into my voice.

She tilted her head to look up at me. Her wintery gray eyes round, full of questions and emotions. I saw them all flick beyond her features.

“I don’t understand any of this. I don’t understand what I’m feeling for you. I should hate you. But I don’t. I don’t understand what you feel for me. If you feel for me.” The last words were whispered almost as if she hadn’t meant to say them out loud. “What do you want from me?”

I wanted her to be mine. Only mine. I wanted her to be as consumed by me as I was by her. I wanted her to live and breathe me. I wanted all of her until there was nothing left. “For you to want to stay here. With me.”

“Then you can’t coerce me.”

I could, but I knew I shouldn’t. The only way to make her stay was to let her walk willingly into the cage. Otherwise, the parts I craved in her; her strength, her attitude, her emotions, would wither away and die. I didn’t want any part of her to die.

I stepped back from Kincaid, missing the feel of her immediately. I bent down to grab her sweater I’d thrown to the floor earlier. The fabric was soft in my hands but not as soft as her. I pulled it back over her head. I moved her like a doll, slipping her arms through the holes until she was covered again. It was long enough that it hit her mid-thigh.

Silently I pulled down the covers on the bed before gathering her in my arms. I sat with my back to the headboard, Kincaid sitting between my legs. My arms were wrapped around her waist as her head rested on my shoulder. She let out a resigned sigh before snuggling closer.

My hands run up and down Kincaid’s body. From her shoulder to the dip in her waist over her hip down to her thigh and back again. Her calm soaked into my bones as her silky skin ran beneath my fingertips. Ever since I’d started to feed her, her curves had become more pronounced. I saw how the confusion furrowed her brow when I watched her eat. She probably thought it had something to do with the way her plump lips closed around her fork. My dick throbbed at the thought too. But that wasn’t it. I liked knowing her body was filling out. That she wasn’t starving herself anymore. That’s what had grown the fetish.

I relished her curves. The feel of them as I thrust into her. How they marked so easily for me. The way they molded against my hard body like she was made to fit with me. Like she was my missing piece.

“I want to take care of you. I want to give you all the things I said. I want you to be mine.” I said, placing a kiss into her hair.

It should’ve felt strange to be gentle with her. Gentle wasn’t something I did. My fingers brushed the cut on her thigh. The one I’d put there a few nights ago. But it didn’t feel strange. It felt right. Like she was the only person, I could be this way with.

She softened my edges. Made me want to feel things. And I would try. For her. To keep her.

“Don’t I get a say in any of this?” She grumbled. She tried to cross her arms, but I captured her hands, intertwining our fingers.

“I should say yes, but I don’t know if I could respect your decision if you decided to leave.” I brought our hands to my mouth. Nipping at each of her fingers softly. “I’d found you again and tie you naked to my bed until you agreed. You know I can be very persistent when I want something.”

“And now you want me.” Her voice wavered like she didn’t believe anyone could want her. I hated that she saw less of herself. I hated that I had contributed to it. I’d bought her. I was still trying to buy her. Using circumstances beyond her control to twist her will. And for the first time, I cared.

“I’ve always wanted you. I’ve wanted to touch you. Hurt you. Fuck you. From the moment you walked into that room, little dove. I haven’t thought of anything else since that day. But now I want you to stay. To choose to be here.”

I continued to stroke her body. To try and take away the possessiveness of my words with a gentle touch. I was intense, but I couldn’t stop it. She was mine. I knew it the second I’d sunk into her perfect cunt. She just needed to realize it.

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