AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Do that if you want me to stop.” He kissed her softly. “Plus, I’ll check in with you often to make sure you’re good. All you have to do is nod or shake your head.”
“Oh.” She stared at the gag. “I don't want to wear it.”
“Then behave.”
“Harker…”
“All I’m asking is that you try not to argue with me and if you do”—his face fell a bit—“say your safeword and I won’t use the ball gag.” He cupped her face in his hands. “You have all the power. I swear.” He stared into her eyes and then said, “Trust me.”
She gritted her teeth. She hated that part of her did still trust him.
“Please.” He kissed her softly. “Give me tonight. Just try.”
“Fine. I won't contradict you out loud, but I want you to know that I will be doing it in my head.”
“That’ll work for me.” He ran his thumbs over her cheeks. “I'm good at pretending someone cares about me.”
His words tore at her heart, but she refused to feel badly for him. He’d done this to himself…to both of them.
He stepped behind her, lightly dragging his gloved hand across her stomach, the metal spikes cold and foreign. “I pretended most of my childhood that someone gave a fuck about me. Not loved me or cared about me a lot. Even I wasn’t that imaginative. But just a little. I’d tell myself that the foster parents yelled at me because they cared.” He ran his hand over her ass. “Hit me…because they cared.”
She blinked back tears. She felt horrible for what he’d gone through but that didn’t change what he’d done to her. She’d trusted him, fallen in love with him and he’d tricked her.
His warm breath teased her neck. “And when the beatings got too bad, or they ignored me completely, I’d tell myself that my family was the other foster kids. They were as lonely and desperate for connection as I was, especially the younger ones.”
She almost sobbed, picturing him as a sad little boy. No wonder he hid his feelings and was so harsh. She wanted to hug him, to do whatever she could to take that pain away.
He ran his hand up and down her back, the metal softly grazing along her skin. “But those other kids were as fucked up as I was. The ones who were open to a friendship were always moved to another foster home and the others would just use me to steal food or other things for them.” His breath teased her ear. “Eventually, I learned to use them first.”
It was like someone had thrown water on her. She was that other lonely orphan. He’d isolated her. Set up everything so he was the only thing in her life and then he’d tricked her. “Like you did to me.”
“Do you want the gag?” His words were a harsh whisper in her ear.
She shook her head and closed her mouth.
“As you can see, I’m an expert at pretending. I have years of experience. I can certainly pretend you give a fuck about me tonight.” His gloved hand slid over her breast, pressing firmly.
The little spikes were like kitten claws—sharp, yet fragile. He moved his hand, pushing against her sensitive skin, teasing her with the hint of pain under the pleasure. She squirmed as his gloved finger skimmed across her nipple and her pussy began to pulse—hot and wet and empty. She wiggled her ass against his erection. She needed him to fill her.
“It’s easy to pretend with you, Alison.” He cupped her breast, pressing the spikes more firmly against her nipple.
She gasped as pinpricks of pain and pleasure radiated through her, settling between her legs.
He moved closer, his strong body pressing against her back. “Because you may hate me, but you still desire me.” His lips teased her neck.
“I don't hate you. I should, but I don’t.”
His finger stopped circling her nipple for a second. “You shouldn’t hate me.” He pressed down and she inhaled, the pressure from the spike dancing the edge of pain and pleasure. “You should never hate me. I’d do anything…anything for you.” He lifted his hand and swatted her ass.
She cried out as pain surged through her body. He dropped to his knees, kissing her butt. His tongue and lips turning the pain into something more—darker, hotter. His hands ran up and down her thighs, making her shiver in anticipation and dread. Would his touch be gentle or harsh? He kissed along the bottom of her ass, his mouth hot and wet, sucking and licking and then stood.
“I’d die for you and our baby.” He wrapped his arms around her, his hard cock pressing against her ass, his ungloved hand resting on her stomach. “I’ll do anything to protect my family. Anything,” he whispered in her ear as his gloved hand slid gently between her thighs.
“Harker,” she gasped at the teasing touch of the spikes along her pussy lips.
“Shhh, I’d never hurt you. Trust me.” His words were soft and pleading. “Please.” His fingers slid back and forth between her legs. The pressure intense, almost painful, igniting sparks of hot desire.
She started to argue, to explain that she couldn’t trust him, not again. She’d forgiven him so many times and he’d hurt her again and again, but she ground her teeth together. She didn’t want to be gagged and heaven help her, she didn’t want him to stop. His fingers moved faster and faster over her sensitive flesh, the glove scraping her and making her body hum and twitch.
