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With a firm grip, he begins to play with me, sliding into my wetness. “So wet for me,” he taunts.
I groan into the mattress, imagining that the man behind me looks positively insane right now. He is insane, and I am, too, for wanting this. His fingers pump slowly, in and out. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in an agonizing rhythm.
I moan, arching my back and pushing into his touch.
He chuckles, the sound as dark and dangerous as the man himself.
And then, something shifts. Ash pauses, pulling his fingers from me abruptly. I whimper, but then I hear it - the soft click of the gun’s safety being released. My heart hammers as I feel the cold metal against my skin. “I think it’s time we have a little fun.”
Before I can respond, he moves away from me, the bed shifting under his weight. I’m left panting, my wrists still bound and body aching with need. I hear him moving around the room, a soft rustling noise, then silence. I strain to listen, trying to figure out what he’s doing. Suddenly, the room is plunged into darkness as the lights flick off.
A chill of anticipation runs down my spine. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I’m terrified and excited.
Who knew fear could be so arousing?
The room is silent, save for the sound of my ragged breathing. Then, he’s back. “Are you ready, starlight?”
Despite the fear and the insanity of it all, I realize I am ready. I yearn for this man’s touch, for the madness that is him, a thirst that’s as terrifying as it is exhilarating.
And then he slides the cold, hard barrel of the gun deep inside me, and I’ve never been more turned on in all my life. I definitely need to be admitted to an insane asylum for liking such a fucked up situation with a man who I know all too well is capable of murder. And yet, in the moment, I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
12
ASH
Idelve into the intoxicating depths of her, the metal of the gun cold but the heat of her overwhelming. I’m lost, consumed by the dark side that takes pleasure in her fear and submission to my will. I feel the tremors that course through her and the barely suppressed whimpers that escape her lips.
“There’s something I need to tell you, starlight,” I growl.
She tenses at my words, the anticipation palpable in the air.
“I lied.” The words hang heavy between us, an unspoken confession threatening to shatter the tension. She doesn’t respond, her breath hitching in her throat. “The gun,” I confess, my hand tightening around the cool metal, “It’s loaded. I find it more thrilling when there’s true risk,” I confess. The silence lengthens, filled only by the sharp intakes of her breath. I feel her muscles tense around the gun.
“The safety is on,” I reassure her, my fingers ghosting over the mechanism, “But there’s bullets in the barrel.” My heart hammers in my chest as I await her reaction.
She’s bent over the edge of the bed, her face buried in the sheets, rendering her expressions a mystery to me. But then, much to my surprise, a sound escapes her, a moan that cutsthrough the tension like a knife. The sound is intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire coursing through me. Her unexpected reaction shakes me to my core, pulling me further into the darkness.
It’s a sound of surrender, a testament to her acceptance of the darkness that consumes us both. It’s a confirmation, as if I needed it that she’s completely lost in the moment. Her vulnerability and her absolute trust are the fuel to my fire.
“Do you like that, starlight?” I ask. The question hangs in the air, teetering on the edge of our collective consciousness. “Do you like living dangerously, pushed to the edge of your boundaries?” I continue, the words tumbling out as I fuck her with the barrel harder.
Her response, a barely audible moan muffled by the sheets, is all the affirmation I need.
“Fuck,” I murmur, the word barely escaping my lips as my free hand moves to my jeans. I unzip them hastily, my heart pounding in my chest with a rhythm akin to a dance. My fingers wrap around my hard cock as I stroke it.
The slow, deliberate strokes send waves of pleasure coursing through me, amplifying the electricity that already buzzes beneath my skin.
I abruptly halt my movements, pulling out the barrel from her slick heat, leaving her empty and whining. Ignoring her protests, my hand travels to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube I’d bought the other day from the general store. My other hand, wrapped around the dildo that I’d also purchased for this exact purpose, glistens with the slick liquid as I thoroughly coat it.
“There’s a reason I bought this dildo,” I tell her. The head of the dildo nudges against her tight entrance, priming her before I push it in. “Bought it just for this,” I say, the words coming out asa low growl as I thrust the toy into her ass, filling her, stretching her. “How does it feel?”
She can’t respond; all she can do is moan.
“How about a gun in your cunt and a dildo in your ass?” I press the gun against her tight entrance, forcing it inside. “How does it feel?”
Her moans grow louder. The sound a symphony to my ears.
“Speak, Lila,” I command. I need to see her eyes, so I lift her with the dildo in her ass and the gun in her pussy, carrying her into the bathroom. “Bend over the counter so I can watch your face while I play with you.”
