Page 32 of Ends of Being

He growls deep in his chest, his hands releasing my wrists and moving to my head where one hand cups the side of my face and the other clutches my neck. He glides his lips over my face, hovering at the corner of my mouth as he pants, his hips and torso pushing me deeper into the mattress, and it’s all I can do to not scream in frustration.

I whimper, struggling against his hold as I try to force his lips where I want them, but he shifts back, his grip tightening as he shushes me. “Look at me.” His words are a pained whisper, and at first, I shake my head in refusal, but then he says, “Please, Toni. Open your eyes and look at me.”

I freeze, panic bubbling up inside me at his words. I don’t want to look at him. I know it’s fucked up, and I know it doesn’t make any sense. I want his hands on me, his lips and teeth. I want his entire body pressing me into the mattress until I can’t breathe, his cock driving into me until it hurts.

But I don’t want to look at him. I can’t. It hurts.

Dare won’t relent. He stills his movements, his grip on my face and my neck tightening until I can barely take in air. His whisper becomes darker with roughened edges, sharper, cutting into my reservations, my anxiety, and my fear. He gives me a little shake, his voice now directly in front of me, his breath painting heat against my lips as I try to swallow down the sob building up in my chest. “I won’t touch you until you look at me.” His hand on my throat tightens until I can’t take it at all, and heat floods through me with a wave of relief as he takes my voice.

I don’t know if it’s the lack of air, the pressure in my chest, or the throbbing between my legs, but suddenly, my eyes are open, and I’m staring into his golden eyes burning for me. He looks resplendent, triumphant as he stares into my eyes as if he has won the ultimate prize. He relaxes his hands, and I try to take a breath, but I can’t stop the sob that comes out just as he bends his head closer, the guttural sound becoming his meal as he crushes his mouth against mine.

This is no timid first meeting of mouths. There is no hesitancy or waiting. No gentle brush or apprehensive question. He presses his open mouth against mine and sucks out all the air, feelings, paranoia, and deep, gut-wrenching anxiety from me and feeds off of me with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

For a few moments, I feel paralyzed, completely overwhelmed by the intensity with which he touches me. Not only where his lips are moving against mine, but also his hand on my cheek, on my neck, his chest pushing against my breasts, his hips pressing the hard ridge of his cock between my legs.

It all feels like too much, but at the same time, like it will never be enough, and every instinct in my body screams at me to push him away and run. To run and run and run and never look back for fear I’ll be completely changed by this unexpected beast before me.

He slows his assault on my mouth, his lips and tongue not quite gentle but persuasively demanding as he tries to coax a response from me. He growls against my lips, and it’s his tongue stroking the roof of my mouth that breaks me. I come alive like electricity has been jacked directly into my soul.

I force my hands up between us, up around his neck, until my fingers delve into his hair, and I respond with every ounce of passion, longing, and need I’ve ever had, pulling his head down to meet my ravenous mouth. His growl turns into a dark chuckle, and I swallow it as I devour his lips and then suck his tongue into my mouth.

My legs come up, wrapping around his hips, my ankles locking against his ass, yanking his cock harder against me. I’m panting and moaning, emitting these guttural, animalistic sounds that barely sound human, but I don’t even care. He pulls back from me, his chest heaving, and I practically snarl as his quiet voice breaks out, broken and breathless. “Oh, there you are, baby girl.”

I glare up at him, muttering, “No words, Dare. No words.”

His eyes darken, the look on his face primal and all-consuming as he leans in close to me and swipes his tongue across my lips. He drags his tongue from the corner of my mouth along my cheek, where he bites me just hard enough that I know there will be a mark there tomorrow. Then his voice is in my ear, “I’ll do whatever I want, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

I practically scream in frustration as he pulls away from me, and I try to wrap myself around him to keep him as close as possible. He pulls at my arms, extricating himself from my grip, then pulls me up to a sitting position, his golden eyes boring into me as he says, “I think you’re forgetting our deal.”

He reaches behind him, grabs something, and holds it out to me. I’m panting, my heart pounding, and I feel like my brain is short-circuiting, so I just frown at his hand rather than taking what he’s offering. My confusion must be evident on my face because he adds, “Tie me up, baby girl. I’m yours.”

I blink at him, then give my head a little shake to clear the cloud of lust that one fucking kiss detonated inside me. I open my mouth to tell him it’s not necessary, reaching out to push his hand away, but he forces it back on me, placing the leather objects in my hands as he leans in close to me.

“No take-backs, Antoinette. This time, we do it your way.”

My breath catches in my throat, and it isn’t until I feel his hot wet tongue licking a line up my cheek to the corner of my eye that I realize a tear has escaped. I remain sitting there as he maneuvers around me until he’s lying on the bed again, stretched out, spread eagle.

He gives me a nod, his voice gruff as he says, “Go ahead, baby girl. This is your show. As fast or as slow as you want. The only rule is that you take everything.”

I glance at the leather in my hands and then back up at Dare laid out before me. His body appears to be relaxed, but I can see the lines of tension around his eyes and how his hands keep clenching rhythmically. I can’t believe he’s prone to handing over control like this, and I’m somewhat shocked that he’s decided to do so now with me.

Part of me wants to refuse, to put the restraints on myself and offer myself up to him. To beg him to punish me, beg him to lay me out with my hands stretched over my head and my feet stretched apart until it’s almost painful. For him to slap me and choke me and pummel me with his body until I can’t form a coherent thought.

But I see the look of determination on his face, his golden eyes focused on my face as he gives me another small nod.

I take a deep breath, then scramble up to the head of the bed, where I quickly wrap each leather band around his wrists. I glance around, unsure of what to do next until some hardware glints on the headboard. At first, it may be confused for decoration, but it’s obviously strategically placed to secure various types of restraints.

I snort, giggling to myself as I contemplate which set of O-rings I want to attach the cuffs to, and with each click of metal against metal, some of the unease releases from my body. I sit back and view my handiwork, pulling the leather straps tighter until each muscular arm is pulled up and back.

I giggle again, trying to hide my smile behind my hand as I feel a blush rush up my neck and into my face. My heart races in my chest as I step off the bed, turning to look at him lying there, completely at my mercy.

All humor leaves me as I go back to the trunk, pulling out another set of leather restraints and setting them on the bed. He’s still fully clothed in a white button-down shirt and black trousers, and for some strange reason, it’s the sight of his bare feet that has me blushing all over again.

The dull ache between my legs increases at the sight of him, and I lick my lips, then crawl up his body until I’m straddling the tops of his thighs. I watch his face as I play with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning the top one and then the next before I grab each side and yank on it fiercely, popping all the buttons off in one go.

His eyes never leave my face. His mouth opens with a gasp, tongue poking out to wet his lips. His chest is heaving, and I feel him shift under me as he gives me a bump that slides me up until I’m once again pressing my throbbing pussy against his hard cock.

I make an appreciative noise, then tsk at him, shaking my head and saying, “Control yourself, big boy, or I may drag this out a little longer.”

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