He groans in response. “I want to be the one you go to for everything. The pain, the pleasure—everything. The thought of you having that with someone else is making me reckless. Now be a good girl and hurt me.”
With one hand still pulling his hair, my other moves to his back. I scratch him, hard. So hard that I know I broke his skin, but he still doesn't stop me.
“More,” he begs.
I let go of his hair. I start to caress his chest as I slowly lift myself and slam onto him. My sharp nails dig into him. His eyes are hooded. I lean back and place both hands on the mattress. He looks down at the motion of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
“Grab my hips like a good boy.” I slam into him and lean my head back. My long blonde hair cascades down. The sound of our bodies slamming together is intoxicating. “Now rub my clit,” I order.
“Jesus,” he groans.
“Be a good boy and make me come all over that big dick of yours.”
“Fuck me,” he mumbles, but does what he’s told.
I can feel my orgasm peaking. “Miles, yes.” I feel him pulsing inside me. I come so hard I almost black out. The intensity of that was overwhelming. I look at Miles and see him smile. Then I look at his chest and see red running down. He pulls me up to him and kisses me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.” He pulls out of me, and I wince. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I want more.”
As soon as I stand on the floor, he lifts me by my thighs. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. “Good. Let me get you dirty in the shower.” He winks and walks us to the bathroom.
That’s what he does. He buries himself inside me. Fucking me against the cool tile wall. With my legs and arms wrapped around him. It’s as if I don’t weigh anything.
After the shower, he walks me to the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a cheese and a fruit platter. I look at him, confused, because that wasn’t there earlier.
“I bought it when I went to the store to buy the restraints,” he tells me, as if reading my mind.
“They also sell charcuterie boards?” I tease.
"Enough. Eat."
I’m too hungry to be prideful. We move to the couch, and I catch myself staring at the spot where he rested his head earlier. My face heats up.
"I’m available for that after dinner," he remarks, blunt as ever.
I toy with a grape. "What’s next?"
"Sleep," he says around a mouthful of apple. "We’re exhausted."
"This is a mistake," I whisper. "We hate each other."
He pauses. "I don't hate you. Just what you do."
I set the food aside. "I'm trying to get away from you. I don’t want to be your job anymore."
The mood shifts. Dark. Dangerous. "You’re not going anywhere. Eat, or I'll restrain you and feed you myself. We’ll figure out the rest."
I don’t have the fight left in me. I pick up a piece of food and eat. For once, not caring if he sees me stuff my mouth with food.
Miles
Chapter 28
The last twelve hourshave been a whirlwind. I look at the woman sleeping next to me. She all but passed out after she sat on my face following our small dinner. I don’t really sleep much, so I came prepared with my work laptop. I’ve eaten her pussy, tied her up, fucked her, and eaten her pussy again—nonstop. It’s safe to say, she’s my new addiction. If I’m honest with myself, she always has been. I’ve just been too stubborn to admit it.
I contemplated letting her go and listening to the advice Tomas and Felix gave me, but when I walked into Nina’s class and saw her smiling at someone she just met. It did something to me. When she walked by me and dismissed me, it fucking hurt; the feeling was foreign and unnerving.
