Page 25 of Vicious Slash


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“I know,” she whispered.

“Good. Trust me, Sylvie,” I whispered. “This is something just for you and for me.

“You promise?”

“Dirty promise,” I said, solemnly. “As long as you get on those fucking knees and shove your tits out, Toy.”

I issued the word like a nickname and a pensive silence fell between us. Then she was on her knees, tugging her dress down and slithering out of it until she was bare before me, her sopping panties placed carefully in front of my chest like an offering. Instead of sliding to the floor like I expected, she spread right there, perfectly weighted tits out, hands laced behind her back, head up, and her bloodied knees from our nocturnal activities in the courtyard the night before apart. Her scars on her side pulled at her skin but made her no less beautiful.

I stared at the glorious sight for a long moment, barely breathing and nodded curtly. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move, Toy.” I ran my fingers over her nipples, the lightest of caresses, and nearly came at her moan.

Who is teasing whom here?

She swallowed and fixed her gaze at a point over my head as I rolled off the bed and pulled my desk drawer out, reaching for the back. Royal blue rope was the first bundle I found and I didn’t argue with the choice, swiftly unwinding strands and testing them in my hands.

“Arms out, and let me manipulate you.”Like a fuckdoll.

She didn’t argue, just sat there quietly, lifting her arms out to the side.

“So beautiful.” I pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder, winding the rope beneath her breasts and around her back, over and over, crossing and tying until the harness covered her shoulders and stomach in a series of diamond and vee patterns, leaving me a handle at the front to lift her off the bed if I wanted.

She gasped, trying to fight it but I gave her the lightest slap on her cheek just to break her out of it.

“Go easy, toy. We’re just starting.”

Sylvie whimpered and relaxed. “Sorry, Beau.” A slap to her ass, and she winced. “Sir.”

“Better.” My voice dropped an octave as I circled around her on the bed.

I slid a hand between her legs, stroking straight through her parted, swollen folds. Her need coated my fingers and I raised them to her lips, glossing them with her arousal.

Her tongue flicked out to taste herself with hooded eyes and my breaths grew shallow. Silently, I tapped her inner thighs, and she parted them, widening her position on command.

Without another word I drove two fingers deep inside her, my wrist a blur as I fucked her with my hand, and she fell apart on me within seconds, moaning and swaying where she knelt. A thin line of saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth and I licked it up, keeping my fingers inside her, playing with my Toy.

Her molten pussy pulsed, and Sylvie whimpered.

"Too much," she mewled, her voice strangely resonating, like she might burst into tears.

My cock liked that idea that I could shred her down at the barest touch. She reached for me, but I broke my hands away.

"I told you not to touch me." I swirled my fingers inside her, aided by the copious slick of her arousal. I watched, fascinated as her body spread for me, sliding, my fingers deep inside her until she arched off the bed with the sort of cries that could make a man lose his mind.

Her body danced to the side and one hand came to her ribs to cover the scarring there. I reached out, soothing her gently, though inside my rage grew when her next cry was one of pain and not pleasure.

And not caused by me.

She hid from me, curling in on herself. A deep sound emanated from my chest, and I tampered my rage down with effort. Barely.

"Lie back, pretty Toy." I worked my fingers gently, stretching her. "So beautiful."

"I can't–" she painted, her eyes wide.

Her hand covered mine on her ribs. Our fingers twined together. I didn't berate her again not to touch me, reveling in the rare, trusting contact.

"Breathe easy, Sylvie," I murmured. "Tell me what you need."

Her gaze flicked up to me and when I thought she might shy away, her eyes locked onto mine until death. "You." The confession came out on a shattering breath, and she trembled around me.

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