Page 116 of Silk and Sirens

It was like my skin was on fire, everywhere Caden touched leaving me aching. Desperate. Needing more.

My body was already so hyperaware of him that even the smallest things undid me. The rough press of his fingers digging into the back of my knee as he held my leg open, the hot fan of his breath against my skin, the low groan that vibrated through his chest. Every sensation made my pussy clench greedily around his thick cock, pulling him deeper.

It was like he’d turned my entire body into a live wire that reacted only to him.

Oh God.

I couldn’t hold back, the orgasm tearing through me like the tide, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through my body.

“That’s it, make a fucking mess.” Caden’s chuckle was deliciously dark and entirely addictive as he stilled, still hard inside me. My body already ached from the two orgasms he’d pulled from me, my muscles like jelly as he pulled away only to lift me in his arms.

He set me down on the padded bench at the foot of the bed, positioning me on my stomach. His eyes caught mine in the reflection, at the desire and fucking control it took him to touch me so gently.

I waited for the familiar spike of panic. For my body to fight, freeze, or flee as he secured my wrists, then my ankles, locking me firmly in place on the bench. But the panic never came. Because he was right, I wanted him to take my choice away. To silence the chaos inside my head, the constant fear, and the crushing weight of my survival that depended on me staying ten steps ahead.

Just for a little while, I wanted to stop thinking and simply feel.

It was strange, because I’d never been comfortable giving up control. With every man Selene had forced me to sleep with, I’d fought for a single scrap of power just so I wouldn’t feel empty. Used. But with Caden, I wanted it: the lack of choice, the overwhelming power imbalance, the terrifying safety of handing everything over to him …

It was dangerous.

I knew he could hurt me just as quickly as the others had, but deep down I trusted him. Because Caden didn’t get off on my pain.

He got off on breaking me open with pleasure.

In tearing me apart and putting me back together.

“Look at you,” he grunted, stepping back to admire the sight. His voice was thick with lust as he slowly stroked his glistening cock. “All tied up and dripping for me. Such a pretty little slut.”

His fingers were feather light as he stroked over my back, and I groaned at the sensation, at the sight of me on the bench in the mirror and Caden’s strong frame as he stood over me like some great monster ready to devour his prey.

He disappeared from view for a moment, and when he returned he wore his black skull mask. My lower stomach tightened, the spike of fear at the mask making everything else seem heightened. But I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. Not in the way I didn’t want, at least.

His eyes glistened at our reflection, looking very much the monster he was. His arms flexed as he reached for one of the bottles of lube that was displayed with the various sex toys parallel to the bench.

I watched as he opened it, squeezing a generous amount before teasing a single finger against my back hole.

“Told you I wanted everything,” he said, easing the finger inside far gentler than I expected from him. “You ever taken a cock here?”

I swallowed, trying to stay in the moment and not think of the past. “You really think I was allowed to say no?”

The anger that crossed his expression was so quick, so visceral that it burned. “There will be no other men, Tempest.”

I sucked in a breath, trying to relax as he worked a second finger inside me, stretching me open with slow, careful thrusts. His other hand slipped beneath me, fingers finding my swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision.

“I’m going to hunt every single one of them down,” he said, voice ringing with promise, “and make them beg for mercy at your feet.”

“So romantic,” I teased, the sound breaking into a needy moan as he withdrew his fingers. He kept teasing my clit, not stopping even as he pressed the cool tip of a plug against my tightest hole. “But I don’t need your help.”

“No, you’re more than capable of killing them on your own,” Caden murmured, slowly working the plug in. It was thicker than his fingers, but not as brutal as his cock. “But you’ll take my help anyway.”

Oh God.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice a low rumble as he pushed harder. I stretched around the widest part of the plug, a burning pressure that made me whimper before it finally popped inside, filling me completely. “Look at this greedy little hole swallowing the toy so well.”

My pussy clenched hard around nothing, the fullness in my back hole making everything feel impossibly more sensitive. I cried out when Caden suddenly pulled his hands away, leaving me aching and empty, throbbing with frustration.

“Caden,” I growled, not even sure what I was begging for at this point.