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Is this really happening? Have I lost my fucking mind? My thoughts race, but they're soon drowned out by the sensation of his hands exploring my body. He seems to know just where to touch me, how much pressure to apply. It's an intimate knowledge that stirs up a fierce desire, even as fear prickles at the back of my mind.
His fingers trail down my sides, tracing patterns that send shivers up my spine. He spends what feels like hours playing with my body, teasing me into a state of unbearable longing. But he rarely kisses me, as though that act is too intimate for this dance we're engaged in.
My heart races, anticipation and fear warring inside of me as we push boundaries together. And even though I'm restrained and vulnerable in a way I've never been before, I can't help but trust Jaden.
"Wait for my command to come.” Jaden whispers, yet his voice is authoritative and laced with a raw, protective intensity . . . and a whole lot of wishful thinking. His fingers deftly slide between my legs, teasing my clit with a feather-light touch that has me squirming against the restraints. I need it rougher. My breathing grows shallow as he slips one finger inside of me, seeking out that sweet spot that tips me closer to the edge.
"Focus on your pleasure, Rayne.” The silent message from Jaden pulses through our bond, a mix of warmth, encouragement, and raw desire for me. It's a novel sensation, feeling desired for me, not just my body. I try to push down the ingrained thoughts about pleasing him, the things I've read and heard that say I should be doing more. With bound hands, it’s a frustrating tug-of-war, yet there's an undeniable thrill in this surrender.
"Give yourself to me.” Jaden's unspoken command reverberates through our bond, a blend of gentleness and insistence. Despite the fear gnawing at me, there's a deep-seated urge to obey, to trust him completely. I'm teetering on the edge, torn between my need for control and the alluring freedom of letting go. Can I truly allow myself to experience the full depth of pleasure he's offering without losing a part of myself?
Tension builds inside me, a mix of excitement and a bit of fear, as Jaden works his magic on me. He knows exactly how to drive me crazy, slowly ramping up the heat. I feel this crazy pressure building up as if my body's about to burst into flames with his every touch. Through our bond, his mental voice gets stronger, like he's right there in my head, guiding me toward letting go.
"Just let go, Rayne.” He's in my mind, urging me on. “I need you.” And damn, it hits me that this isn't just about getting off. It's about trust and letting myself fall into this thing with him.
That thought hits me hard. It's a little bit scary and a whole lot amazing. I need to stop overthinking and dive into this moment with Jaden. And then, just like that, something inside me lets go. We’re flying together on this wild ride, just him and me. Every part of me is buzzing, wound up tight, but at the same time, I feel like I've just let out a breath I’ve held for several beats. I'm giving into this guy who’s pulling me in, body and soul.
“Wait for my command.” Jaden's voice pierces the charged atmosphere, authoritative yet laced with sensuality. His words anchor me, promising guidance through this unknown journey.
A wave of reassurance and encouragement floods our bond from Jaden, answering my unspoken fears. He's with me every step of the way.
"Focus on your pleasure, Rayne.” Although his urging comes through our connection, his voice is so tangible it's as though he speaks aloud. My mind is a whirlwind of BDSM theories and the need to please him. Yet, here I am, bound and at his mercy, my only option to surrender.
"Trust me, Rayne.” His silent command resonates within me, drawing me back toward the deep relaxation necessary for release. His fingers orchestrate my responses, each touch pushing me closer to the brink as his clever fingers work my clit and G-spot simultaneously. Oh my God. Something inside me shifts as Jaden’s silent commands continue to weave through our connection. My usual barrage of thoughts and analyses starts to fade, replaced by an all-consuming need to give myself over to him. It's as if my mind, usually so active and questioning, goes blank with the urgency of this singular desire. In this moment, there's only Jaden, his touch, and the growing trust between us. The complexity of our bond simplifies into this clear, intense focus, where surrendering to him feels not just right but necessary.
"Give yourself to me.” His mental insistence hits with an undeniable force. His presence—both physical and mental—envelops me, urging me to let go of all control. This level of vulnerability is terrifying, but the realization that I'm safe, even cherished, in his hands begins to break down my walls. As I inch toward surrender, I sense a new kind of strength emerging—one born from trust and the intense connection we share.
Sensation pulses through me, drowning out any lingering thoughts. Deep within my core, something dormant stirs to life, unfurling like a tendril coiling tighter, winding into a spring of intense pressure. It's a crescendo of sensation, halting my breath, as if a powerful force within is straining to break free, waiting to detonate. The tightly wound coil of orgasm sits precariously on the brink of exploding.
This moment feels like fleeing a relentless demon, my heart pounding in a desperate race, only to come to a sudden, jarring halt at a precipice. Suspended on this edge, there's a terrifying yet exhilarating realization of no turning back—a moment of profound transformation and surrender. It's as if I'm about to leap into the unknown, trusting in a plunge into depths of pleasure and connection I've never experienced.
"Come for me.” At Jaden’s command, something within me shatters. An explosive release courses through my body, tearing down walls and unlocking a power I never knew I possessed. Teetering on the cusp of a momentous awakening, a potent force radiates from my core.
But he doesn’t stop there. Instead, he anchors me in place, and I feel the heat of his gaze, a steady presence amidst the tempest of sensation. Wave after wave, each contraction more intense than the last, cascades through my body in a relentless, surging tide. It's an almost unbearable crescendo, a tumultuous peak that overwhelms my senses.
I hit the crest of the wave I’ve never reached. Before I have time to think or catch my breath, Jaden pushes my legs farther apart and buries himself to the hilt. The inevitable burning pain sears through the walls of my pussy as he enters me, but this time, pain carries the promise of pleasure. More waves of pulsing pleasure crash through me as Jaden drives his need into me. A whirlpool of sensations bursts like fireworks through my core as I release to Jaden, and a mystical feeling of power, like an ancient force awakening, washes through every cell in my body.
As everything hits its peak and I'm riding the biggest wave ever, each pulse of pleasure overwhelms me, one after the other. The feeling is so strong it’s overwhelming. I'm still soaring high, teetering on the edge of something even more intense. Before I can catch my breath or make sense of this wild ride, Jaden's relentless thrusting drives me deeper into this vortex of raw sensation. I'm caught in this torrent, each move from him reigniting that blaze within me, sustaining the surge. A low, guttural moan escapes me as my body arches to meet his, and in that moment, my power bursts free.
31
JADEN
I cradle my coffee, the afternoon sunshine and the cacophony of Toronto's busy streets a distant backdrop to my thoughts. Rayne's slumber grants me a rare moment of solitude, a state I once sought relentlessly but now, since Rayne's arrival, find myself needing less. The transition in my life's markers—from 'After Savannah' to 'Before Rayne'—is a testament to the profound impact she has had on me. The taste of Rayne still lingers on my tongue, her scent envelops my senses, and the memory of her power awakening is vivid in my mind. She has become a liberating force, challenging the persona I've meticulously crafted to meet the world's expectations. My moments with Rayne are increasingly essential, not just for the solace they offer but for the acceptance and understanding I find in her presence. The question of who I am, hidden beneath layers of pretense, becomes more pressing with each day spent by her side.
As I savor the quiet, I can't help but let my mind wander to the possibilities that lie ahead for us. Optimism, a feeling I've long kept at bay, begins to take root. The thought that Rayne might truly see me, accept me, and perhaps even need me, fills me with a cautious hope. Yet, as I envision our future, a familiar shadow of doubt creeps in. Can she truly accept the man behind the mask, the one haunted by shadows and marred by the past? My hand tightens around the coffee mug, the warmth a fleeting comfort against the chill of uncertainty.
Just as I'm about to sink deeper into these reflections, the sound of footsteps delivers a one-two punch to my heart. Rayne bursts into the kitchen, her energy and excitement a stark contrast to my introspective mood. Without hesitation, she flings herself at me, a spontaneous display of affection that, under normal circumstances, would bring me joy. Rayne's sudden embrace triggers an immediate, visceral response. My heart freezes mid-beat, a cold vise gripping it tightly. Muscles coil like springs, primed for confrontation.
In the blink of an eye, the world narrows to a tunnel of fight-or-flight instincts. I'm yanked violently back to a time and place where vulnerability meant danger, where every touch brought pain and degradation. Panic floods my system, adrenaline surging like wildfire through my veins. My body reacts on pure instinct, hard and fast, my arm shooting out in defense. It's not Rayne in my grasp but a specter from my past, a ghost I've battled in the shadows of my mind. The room spins, reality blurring with memories, each breath a struggle as I fight to regain control, to remember where—and when—I am.
The pleas for mercy become a distant echo as my grip tightens, a primal satisfaction coursing through me with each labored breath of my adversary. Not this time, you bastard. My avenging angel power surges forward, coalescing within me, transforming the shadows of PTSD into a sharp blade of vengeance. I'm no longer a victim but a warrior, exacting retribution. The dark energy swirls, amplifying my strength, feeding the righteous fury that's been smoldering within.
Suddenly, a different force collides with mine—a commanding, unequivocal demand from Rayne. Let go! Her power, a torrent of pure, unbridled energy, crashes into me with the force of a tempest, hurling me across the room. I land with a thud, the impact jarring me to my core, a stark reminder of the line I had nearly crossed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Scrambling to my feet, the room spins as I steady myself against the wall. My breathing is ragged, my heart racing as if I've just gone ten rounds in the ring. Every muscle ache is a physical testament to the turmoil churning inside. I need to get out of here, to put distance between me and the chaos, to find a semblance of control in the eye of the storm that is my life. I have to get out! Shoving Rayne away, I rush from the room, my steps quick and desperate as I put space between us.
My mind is a whirlwind of shame and self-loathing as I haul ass to one of the War Room offices. But the stillness offers no solace, only amplifying the turmoil within me. As I pretend to focus on work, the door bursts open. “What part of Do Not Disturb don’t you get?” That sounds just like Rayne. Looking up from the computer screen I’ve been blindly staring at for the last however long, I groan as I look into the sharp blue eyes of Superintendent Tempest Cross. Her entry is like a storm breaking the oppressive silence, her sharp movements and undeniable presence impossible to ignore.
