Page 114 of Bloodstained Wings

That’s what I keep telling myself as Carter draws back and disappears. When he comes back into the room, he’s got a feather in one hand and a glass with a few ice cubes in it. He crawls forward, and I realize he’s holding a blindfold. After securing it around my head, I hear his mouth parting, and then the ice cube is being pressed against my flushed skin.

Goosebumps break out across every inch of me, and I shiver. Not being able to see Carter is only making this more erotic.

He uses his mouth to move the ice cube down the slope of my chest and over my stomach. Then he stops over my waistline and begins to pepper the area with hot, open-mouthed kisses. I lift my hips off the mattress, eager for more friction.

Carter pushes me down. “You’re meant to be a good and obedient little dove. Remember what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

I tug on my restraints. “I think I need reminding, Carter. Please remind me.”

In one quick move, he undoes the handcuffs, and my hands fall to my sides. Carter removes the blindfold, but before I can process anything else, he drapes me over his lap so my ass faces upward. I brace my elbows on either side of me and twist to face him. He is stroking me with a look of fierce concentration on his face. His fingers move over the tender skin, tracing the spots where the marks have mostly faded.

Wordlessly, he reaches into a bedside drawer and pulls out a belt. When it hits my skin, I don’t flinch, and I don’t look away.

Carter holds my gaze as he hits my behind again, a little harder than the last time. The skin is bruised and tender to the touch. He throws the belt away and hoists me, so my back is pressed against the headboard. My vision sharpens as he re-cuffs one hand and spreads my legs open. Using the feather, he trails a path down my stomach and stops at my center.

“Touch yourself, dove,” Carter says in a deep and husky voice. “I want to see you please yourself.”

I whimper. “I want you to touch me.”

“So impatient today.” Carter makes a low noise in the back of his throat and crawls up so we’re at eye level. He rubs himself against me, and my breath hits my throat. I try to shift, to move closer to him, but I can’t.

Carter remains frustratingly out of my reach.

He continues to rub himself against me, sending little pinpricks of frustration through me. But Carter continues to ignore my whimpers, and when I realize I’m getting nowhere, I sigh. Slowly, I drop my free hand between us and trace a path down to my heated core. I stroke myself using one finger, then two before I plunge three fingers between my wet folds.

It isn’t long before I’m moaning and chanting Carter’s name.

He stops rubbing himself against me and sits back on his legs.

Carter watches me so intently with so much hunger that I think I’m going to explode. I arch my back, and my fingers move faster as if chasing something I can’t see. I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine Carter on top of me, ramming into me with wild and unrelenting abandon. Then the image shifts, and I see Carter on his hands and knees with his head between my legs.

I can almost feel his tongue on me.

Driving me wild and pushing me past the brink of insanity.

I climb higher and higher until abruptly, Carter takes my wrist between his hands. He ties up my other hand, and both my eyes fly open. I’m panting and half-crazed with impatience. Through hooded eyes, I give him an incredulous look and blow away an errant lock of hair.

“I like you like this, dove,” Carter tells me with a wicked smile. “Then again, I like you in every way. On your hands and knees in front of me, with your ass hanging in the air. There are so many positions to try.”

I squirm and lick my dry lips. “Carter.”

“You know what I like most?” Carter is on top of me now, inches away from my center. I try to shift, but it’s no use.

I’m completely at his mercy. The thought alone nearly has me coming undone.

“I like it when you beg when you’re half-blinded by your desire for me that you’ll say anything and do anything.” Carter grips the back of my neck, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure through me. He holds my gaze and thrusts into me. “Like this. You like it rough, don’t you, dove?”

I swallow and nod.

Carter eases out and slams back into me. “Louder. I want the whole neighborhood to hear you scream.”

I focus on my breathing and the beautiful man before me. “Yes.”

Carter stops moving inside of me and stays still. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I love it when you fuck me like this.” I breathe, the words pouring out of me in a rush. “I love being at your mercy, and I love it when you drive me wild.”

Carter starts thrusting again, with practiced ease, each movement sending shocks through my system. “What else?”

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