I laughed under my breath, in a daze, as he handed them to me with mischief in his eyes. Then he crossed his hands together before me.
The marks on his wrists from the shackles were still there. “Dusty, I don’t know about this.”
“I need this. With you. I needyou, Cammie.”
The passion in his voice numbed my concerns. I needed him, too. My desire for him and his body, for what he was offering, was mutual.
I let him back on the bed, cuffed his both his wrists and ankles, and placed a collar on his neck. When I turned to get the whip, he swore. I spun, unsurprised. I knew he would react badly when he saw the scars on my back.
His eyes glittered. “I wanna kill him again for what he did to you.”
“Hey.” I stroked his beautiful hair. “It’s okay. It’s over.”
His jaws clenched. “I wish there was a way I could take it back.”
Pushing the awful recollection of Roar and every fucking thing he did to us off my mind, I kissed Dusty’s fleshy lips. “You saved me, Dusty. That’s all you need to think about.”
My lips found his again before I got on top of him, the whip in my hand. I started slowly, gently, gauging his reaction with every welt, every choke. He did like it. So much.
Cocks didn’t lie.
And when he was inside me, filling me, stretching me, showing me what those fucking piercings could do—holy fuck—we were moaning together. Crying out each other’s names with intensity I’d never experienced before.
It was amazing. Beautiful. Deep. Deeper than any other kind of pleasure. The trust, the submission, the vulnerability.
Not that I didn’t equally enjoy it when I untied him and waited for him to recover so I’d feel him inside me one more time. Just the two of us, a man and a woman, with no tricks.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groaned as he stretched me, determined to give me every inch.
“You’re too big,” I breathed.
“But you’re taking it so damn good.” He glanced down at where we were connected. “Look at you. Look at the fucking tight little pussy taking all of me.”
I hissed. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He bit my earlobe as he groaned. “That’s fucking it. Take it all like a good girl.”
“I thought I was your mistress, and you were my good boy.”
“You are, and I am, but right now, you’re my good girl that’s taking all my cock so fucking good.” His big hand cupped my breast and squeezed as he slammed into me. The rings in his cock teased my clit in ways I couldn’t imagine.
“Come for me, baby.” His sexy groans, the hardware in his gorgeous cock and his experienced thrusts drove me to the edge. I dug my nails into his ass, and he gave me all of him until I was screaming with the orgasm he raptured inside me.
He came right after, and then we collapsed into each other’s arms. I didn’t think he was the cuddling type, but he held me with a sated smile on his face for what seemed to be hours.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said.
“I was wondering how a guy like you could be so gentle and caring.”
“A guy like me? You mean a Night Skull whose father was—”
I shushed him. “I mean a guy who’s used to taking and not giving because he’s obviously desired and now even more powerful. I don’t imagine you had to cuddle before.”
“You’re right. I don’thave tocuddle. But with you, I want to.”
“I can be sweet and gentle for you, baby,” I imitated his voice.
He laughed and kissed me. “You’re trouble. From the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
