Page 74 of Dark OZ

She nodded again, a slow breath slipping from her lips. “Don’t be a pussy about this, Crowe, or I’ll get Danny in here to finish the job. I know my limits, and if you reach them, I’ll tell you.”

I gave her arms a sharp tug. “It wasn’t Danny you saw throwing you into the abyss.” I pulled the ends of the sleeves into a tight knot, effectively trapping her hands behind her. It wasn’t a true restraint. The arms of the shirt were large enough she could slip out if she really wanted to. I fashioned a similar knot with the bottom of the shirt, wrapping the tails through her arms, locking them against her lower back.

Confident in the work I’d done with the shirt, I slid the tie free. It made a soft sound as it brushed against my neck. Thea shivered. It wasn’t strictly part of my plan, but I tossed her hair over one shoulder and undid the top button, loosening it enough so that I could slip my hand into the front of the shirt and palm her breast. Thea arched back against me with a soft moan, the knot of her hands resting hard against my groin.

“Is that incredible pussy throbbing for me yet? I know you secretly love being at my mercy.” I nibbled at the exposed part of her throat, rubbing the black silk against her cheek. “Ready to give me more, beautiful girl?”

Instead of answering, she ground her hands against me. I could feel her fingers questing against the confines of the sleeves. When she found no openings, no way to get to me, she swore under her breath.

With a chuckle, I lowered the tie over her eyes. It was already dark in the closet. I’d purposely left the light off, but the blindfold would take away the little bit of ambient light. Phobias weren’t conquered overnight, but you had to start somewhere.

I walked with heavier-than-needed steps to the door, making sure she heard as it clicked shut. Silently, I flicked the small light I used whenever I needed to see in the drawers at the back. It was only a dull glow, but enough to allow me to see what I was doing while at the same time fooling Thea into believing she was in the pitch-black and confined space of the closet.

Thea’s breathing quickened, her hands pulling at the shirt and the hard edges of her nipples straining against the fabric. I extended my hand, ready to cup her cheek until she calmed, but before I made it to her, she swallowed, and the visible signs of her fear abated. It was impressive how quickly she mastered it. I was going to have to try much harder to force her past this.

I pulled a spare pillow from an upper shelf and dropped it on the floor before her, then, for good measure, added a second one. I kneeled behind Thea, then grabbing her hips, pulled her onto my lap with one leg on either side of my own. At this height, the lower rack of clothing brushed her face. Jacket and shirt sleeves encompassing both sides of her head, no matter which way she turned to escape them. My body stayed braced against hers, keeping Thea in place but also reminding her that, unlike her nightmares, this time, she wasn’t alone.

I ran my hands up and down Thea’s arms, warming away the goosebumps lining her flesh. Tension built in the muscles beneath my fingertips. Despite how hard I could see her fighting it, her breaths came in quick, tiny pants.

The backs of her legs were soft against my palms. I didn’t fail to notice the slight ridges from where she’d taken the first lashing. My fingers caressed the edges, trying to replace their violence with something purer. For the eight hundredth time tonight, I promised Emily Rosen a long and gruesome death.

“Are you afraid?”

Thea’s voice was barely audible when she answered, “No.”

“No?” I wrapped my hands around her thighs, pulling them apart and using my own widened stance to keep them spread open. “I don’t believe you. Your beautiful body is shaking.”

“I’m…Yes, this scares me, but I’m not afraid—not when I’m with you.”

Even Cupid’s bullet couldn’t have hit me in the heart the way those words did. They were more powerful than any declaration of love.

I’d spent more than a decade of my life hunting people in the night. I’d seen more fear-stricken faces than I could count, grown men pissing themselves the moment I walked through the door. To hear this devastating woman say that she trusted me implicitly was something I’d longed for my entire life.

Emotion crowded my throat, making it so that all I could manage in response was a short, broken, “Good.”

I circled the slick heat of her pussy. Thea’s breathing slowed to match mine, the tension in her body shifting from her shoulders to the legs bracing mine. The sweet aroma of her arousal filled the small space. I swallowed a smug laugh, knowing the clothes here would smell of her for weeks.

“Mmm,” I purred in her ear, pushing two fingers deep into her drenched core. ”So wet for me, beautiful. Your body likes this, even if your mind is rebelling against it.”

A tiny cry slipped from her lips. At the same time, my other hand settled into its place beneath the confines of the shirt, ensuring that she stayed pressed against me while also allowing me to tease her nipple.

I was already hard and aching for her again. Something Thea didn’t miss. With a long moan, she rocked her bare ass along my shaft in time with each of my lazy strokes. With every tilt, it was becoming harder to keep my focus on her. Her dripping pussy slicked up and down my length. Her bound hands scrambled against my stomach, fruitlessly pulling against the confines of the shirt.

Bound and blindfolded, Thea, literally pinned in my lap, may have been one of the sexiest sights of my life. I pumped my fingers with increasing vigor, addicted to the sound of her breath in my ear. The heel of my hand pushed hard against her clit. The more I moved, the greedier her responding thrusts became. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, pulsing in time with her mounting climax. Every muscle in her body strained against her bonds, arching her back and fighting the firm grip I kept on her chest. The moment her release crashed down, I pushed her forward.

Thea fell. A panicked scream of fear mixed with unrestrained ecstasy tore from her. Her face passed through the clothing until her chest hit the waiting pillows. My body quickly caged in the space behind her again. The exhilaration of the fall forced her into a second immediate orgasm.

“When you fall, I fall with you,” I whispered in her ear.

Her body quaked, a small moan of release coming with every heavy breath.

The pillow angled her hips, aligning our bodies perfectly. My cock slid against her folds. I meant to tease her, but it had been a solid two weeks of denial while I watched Thea fall apart over and over again. I’d never once felt out of control with a girl. Right now, with her throbbing cunt pressed against my cock, I was hanging by my last thread of restraint.

“Do you still fear the fall?”

“Fuck me, Crowe. Now, while my mind is still spinning. I want to feel you inside of me before reality comes back.” She pressed that greedy pussy back onto the head of my dick, moving with the full breadth of the little mobility I was allowing her.

“I told you, beautiful, I will never deny you.” I thrust forward, my cock sinking deep in one mind-altering hit. Thea screamed, and I cursed. Or, I tried to. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe around the way her cunt was strangling the life from me.

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