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“You’re so fucking beautiful Jade,” he mutters, his tone of voice slightly softening for an instant. I dare look him in the eyes, only to find them looking straight back at me. They’re a darker shade of gray, not yet black but also not their usual clear silver. Like a storm ridden sky right before the thunderous rain is about to fall down upon the land. Dark, ominous, and terrifying, yet exhilarating to a ceraunophile, and calming to those who enjoy the sound. But the lust is evident, I can see the need in them, I can feel the desire radiating from his dark irises. But also sense something completely foreign as I watch him watch me. And it’s almost too much to handle. I quickly look away, trying to hide from their hypnotizing power, but his hand forcefully comes to my chin gripping it and pulling me to stare directly at him.
“Eyes on me Jade, always on me.”
I nod afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I dare open it. It’s almost comical how in any other situation I’m a fucking savage. A bitch who can’t keep her fucking mouth shut and has a goddamn opinion for everything. Yet here as I lay helplessly beneath him, I’m a fucking submissive mute.
He releases his hold on my chin and I watch him reach over to the waist of his sweats pulling the drawstring until it pops out of the elastic band. He raises a brow at me silently telling me what he’s about to do and I immediately follow his unspoken order, raising my hands over my head and bringing them together. “Good girl,” he murmurs, the corners of his mouth slightly turning upward. He quickly ties my wrists together with the white drawstring, my body already convulsing as I try and clench my throbbing pussy to ease the pain of my arousal. He slowly runs his hands down my side, across my thighs gripping them and pushing them open wider. He lowers his mouth to my lips blowing softly against me, sending a shiver of need to my toes as I curve them up, gripping the silk beneath them. My insides are screaming in need, begging him to take what he needs what I crave to give.
“Bass, please I need you to touch me,” I beg, inwardly cringing at how fucking pathetic I sound, but honestly not giving a fuck as long as it gets me what I want. I came here to forget the fight I had with my sister, to forget how utterly fucking alone I am in this world. And the pain he likes to instill in me, is the perfect outlet to help me forget.
He runs his fingers through my slick, wet folds, my pussy all but clenching ready to fucking squeeze his fingers were they to enter when suddenly, his hand comes down on me smacking my clit in a fast, electrifying motion, sending my blood rushing to my sensitive, swollen nub.
“Fuck, yes,” I loudly moan, my back curving off the mattress and arms digging into the bed.
I can see his eyes darken as my body cringes in exhilarating pain. The obscurity in them is riveting and only makes me crave his touch, whether it be rough, punishing, or gentle.
Maybe I like the pain, the darkness. Maybe I need it to feel whole, I need it to feel alive. And he maybe needs to instill it in other’s before it consumes him.
