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Staring at the blood, I wait for my stomach to heave. But this is Charlie, my Master, and he enjoys blood. He needs it.
I smear my index finger with his blood and lift it to his lips. He opens his mouth, as if he thinks I’m going to feed it to him, but I paint his lips red. When I lean up to kiss him, he tightens his fingers in my hair and keeps me back. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Your need is my need, Master. You tasted me. I want to taste you.”
Relenting, he lets me press my mouth to his. Maybe the wine prepped my taste buds, dulling my senses to something that should have been disgusting. Because he tastes good. So good, thick and almost as sweet and rich as the wine he shared with me.
His breath snags in his throat. He drags me back and forth against his chest, smearing my breasts with his blood. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I tear at his boxers, freeing his cock so I can get him inside me.
He pulls me away again, refusing to let me ride him. I struggle for a second, unable to contain my need. He waits until I can open my eyes and understand what he’s saying.
“Condom. My other pocket.”
I roll my eyes but do as he asks, practically crying at my fumbling fingers, desperate to get him sheathed and seated deep inside me.
Finally he lifts me up and lets me slide down that glorious length. My breath sobs out with relief.
“Your safety comes first, Ranay. We haven’t discussed birth control. The absolute last thing in the world I’d do to you is leave you pregnant and alone.” He snags my hands and pulls my arms behind my back, easily capturing my wrists. His voice shakes with reverence as he looks down the length of my body. “Fuck, look at you, wearing nothing but my blood.”
With my arms pinned behind me, I can’t ride him as furiously as I want. In fact, I can barely move. My upper thighs are too short to gain much clearance over his hips, and the fullness of his cock inside me demands movement. Friction. Delicious pounding and surging and sweating. I squirm helplessly and try to free my arms, but he easily keeps me trapped.
Incrementally, he tightens his fingers, watching my eyes flutter. He deliberately grinds the delicate bones together, enough to make me moan and squirm some more. My shoulders ache from trying to get free. I’m not used to so much exercise, or so much sex, so much punishment. In moments, I’m completely exhausted. Panting, I droop in his grasp, but I can’t still the little twitches and clenches of my muscles. Not with that magnificent cock rock-hard inside me.
Miserable and frustrated, I open my eyes to glare at him. “This isn’t getting what I want.”
The smug bastard only grins. “Sometimes the Master knows better. I promise what I give you will more than make up for your initial disappointment.”
When he turns and lays me flat on my back on the sectional, I don’t argue. I love his weight, his force, his strength. He doesn’t pound furiously into me as I intended, but starts a slow, gentle rocking stroke of his body against mine that’s so beautiful, I want to cry.
I do cry. While he drips blood on me.
26
Tucked into bed against Sheba, I fight to stay awake. The snow stopped. They’ll be clearing the roads. Charlie will leave on another “business” trip that’s more dangerous than I ever guessed. Every instinct in my body shrills that I’m on borrowed time.
Soon, he’ll be gone.I will see him again. He promised.
As if the same silent warning urges him to action, he whispers instructions in my ear. “Trust your instincts. Always. If they tell you something’s not right, it’s not, even if it doesn’t make sense. Always trust Sheba’s instincts too. If she doesn’t like someone, it’s for a damned good reason. She’s smarter than most people and she understands a lot of words. She might surprise you at some of the commands she knows.”
“How did you find her?” My eyes are so heavy, I can barely mumble.
“I found your profile online first and then imagined the perfect guard dog for you. When you started working for Dr. Wentworth, you gave me the perfect opportunity to make sure you and Sheba got to know each other long before you knew me.”
Me? He found me first? But that would mean…
“I always intended for her to be yours, Ranay.” He rubs his cheek against mine, tightening his arms around me. “Thank you.”
My heart sings with emotion: joy, worry, hope, dread, and above all, love. He gave me everything I’ve been searching for my whole life. I should be the one thanking him. He brought me back to life and made it possible for me to feel again. I’m not closed off and alone any longer. Scared of my own secrets, the dark need gnawing away at me night after night after night.
I roll toward him and wiggle into his embrace until I find the steel stud in his nipple. Pressing my lips to it, I drift to sleep, safe in his arms.
* * *
When I wake up,I think it’s still dark outside. But my watch says it’s ten a.m. We went to bed around ten last night. Did I sleep a full twelve hours?
Groggy, I swing out of bed and twist the blinds. It’s definitely daylight, though the sky is overcast and gloomy gray. I’ll have to check the forecast and see if they’re calling for more snow.
“Charlie?”
