Yours (23 page)

It was an order that I knew he would disobey, and while I loved him for tantalizing me, for stretching out the pleasure, there was also a thrill that came from telling him that I was his. I needed him to take me, needed to beg him for it, and the begging was part of the pleasure.

His tongue sliced down again, this time pressing against me more firmly. I gasped, drawing a breath of salty ocean air. My head tilted back and I saw only the bright pinpoints of the stars above, emerging from the darkening sky.

“Please,” I moaned. “Oh please,
please
.”

“Jessica, I want you to be ready for this."

My whole body was pinned down, and as his tongue slid over me again and again, I found that he was matching the rhythm of the sea. As the ocean swelled under the boat, we rocked back and forth slightly. And with every rock, his tongue slid deeper and deeper into me.

My legs pinned together, wrapping tightly around his body, urging him to do more. I needed more—more pressure. I couldn’t bear how gentle he was.

“Now?” he asked. The question itself was a tease. I whipped my head sideways to look at him.

“I’m yours.”

It was enough. It was all that he needed. He tore the clothes from his body, and I saw him in silhouette as he undressed. His muscles were broad planes stretched taut beneath his skin, the light shining over the crisp edges. He knelt down again between my legs, his strong thighs parting mine. I’d drawn them together, but now I unraveled easily at his touch. He could do anything to me, as long as he gave me what I was here for.

As though reading my thoughts, he smiled. I could see only the dim edge of the curve of his lips, inches away from mine. His fingers threaded through my hair, then cupped the back of my head. He lifted me up slightly, and as his lips met mine, I felt him slide into me.

It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. His cock was so thick, so
hard.
I hadn’t imagined the way my body would mold to him, clenching tighter as he pushed into me. For one unimaginably wonderful second, I didn’t breathe. I didn’t need to. This was all I needed—his body and mine, now together.

Then he shifted slightly, pulling out of me, and the hollow ache I felt sent a growl through my throat. I wanted to speak but couldn’t.

Don’t stop.

The insistent desire beating through my body made me arch my hips up to meet him. A sharp pain shocked me as he thrust forward, but then the pain was overshadowed by the thrills of pleasure as my body clenched around his thick cock.

“Jess—”

“
Yes
,” I gasped.

Yes. This was what I’d wanted. This—the tug of rope on my wrist, the pressure of his hands on my hips, and now his cock deep inside me, filling me in a way I’d never thought possible.

He rocked forward, and I shuddered. A deeper pleasure was working its way through me. It was a dark, terrible need that was only beginning to be satisfied. I felt him rock out, slick between my legs, and then thrust in deeper. I cried out, helpless beneath him to do anything but scrape the air for my next breath. The waves shattered on the side of the hull, and I gripped the rope that held my wrists together, trying not to shatter myself.

The coil inside my body tightened, tightened like a spring wound beyond its breaking point. He rocked into me and I rocked back, until we were both waves on the ocean’s surface and there was nothing between our bodies. I was his, his completely.

Most of the time when I’d touched myself, it was with my eyes closed. This time, though, I kept them open, even though it was dark outside. I wanted to see everything, remember everything. The sound of the waves under us, and the smell of salt in Vale’s hair as he buried his head into the crook of my neck. The slick friction as he thrust in slowly, then out, so gentle and yet so insistent.

Above us, the stars were pinpoints in the dark sky, and his features were in shadow, but it was him right there with me, him that I wanted.

He began to rock faster and faster, his cock impossibly hard inside of me. His rhythm arched me up with every thrust, and I wrapped my legs tight around him, meeting his body with mine, like two waves crashing together to become one.

The coil grew even tighter in my core, and I could feel the waves starting to crest inside.

“
Ohhh.”

His moan thrilled me, shook me deeply. He wasn’t in control, and neither was I. There was something between us that was wrapped all around our bodies, that had taken us over entirely. Every nerve that fired, every breath I gasped, was something more than just me alone. I wanted him, and he wanted me, and our desire was like a living, breathing creature that roared out of control.

When my orgasm came, it was deeper than any climax I’d ever had. I felt the shudder start in my core and ripple outwards.

“
Oh
!” I cried soundlessly. My hands grasped at the taut rope for balance. His cock stiffened inside of me, and the waves crashed through my body. I screamed aloud, and the sound seemed impossibly loud in the middle of the ocean, here where nobody would hear.

“Yes! Yes!”

I arched up, wanting every inch of my body to be covered by his, and he spasmed, his thick cock thrusting even deeper into me as he was taken over by his own orgasm. I could feel his shudders against me and it made me come again and again, shaking uncontrollably with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh!”

He groaned, a brute animal noise, as his hands clasped my body. He held me for a moment more before I felt him withdraw. An animal sound choked my throat as he withdrew, and I bit back on it.

I shivered as he collapsed next to me, his arms trembling. In that moment, I thought I could hear his heartbeat, the same way I’d heard it in the cell. It was only when he dropped back onto his side, away from me, that I realized it was my own pounding heart.

I couldn’t say anything. What I’d been so scared of, the act I’d thought would hurt, always, had turned out to be something wonderful and beautiful. His body meeting mine in pure need. Giving myself to him entirely as he gave himself to me.

The air was cold, and growing colder. Shivers of pleasure made my arms prickle, and I nuzzled against his side.

With one arm, he reached up and deftly untied the knot holding my wrists. I brought them down, noticing that my hands were shaking. Vale clasped both of my hands in his broad palm, his fingers curling around mine. He kissed my forehead, and I found that I was crying with happiness.

“I love you,” he said simply.

Dizzy with pleasure, I looked up into ice-blue eyes marked with concern. I smiled, then laughed aloud. My laughter carried over the open water.

“I love you, too.”

We lay there, our naked bodies pressed together, and all around us the swells of the ocean lifted the boat and pressed against the hulls in small splashes. A perfect contentment filled me.

“Did you want to go inside?” Vale whispered. “It’s starting to get cold.”

His fingers stroked my hair and I nuzzled into his chest. His body was warm, his arms comforting, and the sky was infinite above our heads.

“Just a bit longer,” I said, and closed my eyes.

The End

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I breathe in the darkness.

There is a blindfold around my eyes. There is a collar around my neck. I am sitting up on my knees, naked, trembling. My wrists are bound to the bedposts, stretched out to either side of me.

He is behind me.

I can feel his breathing on the back of my neck. I strain forward, away from him. He is not touching me, but his breath is warm on my skin. I pull harder, but the ties around my wrists hold fast.

The ties around my wrist are silken handcuffs. The bed underneath me is covered in silk sheets. Even the blindfold is black silk.

Black. Everything is black. My eyes are open under the blindfold but I can see nothing. I sit there silently, feeling the air move against my naked body.

“Lacey, my darling.” He breathes the words into my ear from behind me. I gasp as his hand touches my shoulder.

His fingers are long and slim. They are warmer than his breath on the back of my neck.

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

I shake my head. I won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Am I afraid of the dark? No, I want to say. I’ve always loved the dark. Even when I was a child, I didn’t need a nightlight. I didn’t shed a single tear when I broke my arm. I stayed in the haunted barn one night when my brothers dared me, and I didn’t even cry out when my dad spanked me for doing it. My mom always said that I was the bravest girl she’d ever met.

Now, though, I don’t feel brave. Now, in the darkness, I’m scared of what’s going to happen. What he’s going to do to me.

His fingers slide down my back. His other hand grips my hip and I feel the bed move as he shifts his weight closer to me. I grit my teeth.

Despite myself, I feel my body begin to respond as his hands curve down around my waist and pause there. Warmth spreads between my thighs. I clench them together tightly, trying to ignore the pulsing desire inside of me.

Take me. Take me.

No. This isn’t me. This can’t be real.

I jerk my head away at the sudden touch on my neck. Even in the darkness, I can tell that he is smiling behind me. The touch comes again, and this time I’m prepared. His lips press against my neck. I try to sit still, but an involuntary gasp comes from my mouth when he sucks gently on my skin.

“Oh, Lacey,” he murmurs.

His hands come forward, sliding over my stomach and up to my breasts. Again he kisses my neck. Again I gasp. This time it’s his tongue, the hot pressure sending me into near spasms as he cups my breasts.

He shifts his weight again, and now I moan as he sucks my skin and everything sinks into pure sensation—

—his muscled chest against my back, his skin hot against mine—

—his fingers pinching my nipples so hard it sends flames racing through my nerves, his thumb rolling over the hard swollen nubs—

—his lips taking me, his mouth possessing me, his tongue licking my skin—

—his breath whispering softness into my ear—

“I can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t try.”

I hear my voice rasping in the air.
Don’t
. I don’t want him to stop. Not now. I want him to do everything to me. I don’t want him to hold back anymore.

His hands come down, gripping my thighs. His fingers scrabble needily over my skin. Before I can say another word, he forces my thighs apart. My body recoils, clenching together, but he’s already kneeling between my legs behind me. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back. It’s impossibly hot, burning hot against my cool skin. I moan as he slides his cock down between my thighs to where I’m already slick with moisture.

“Jesus. Oh Jesus. Lacey.” His voice is a growl that sends shivers through my body. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

My fingers grasp at the silk ties, but they are already pulled taut. My body, too, feels like it’s pulled taut, waiting for his touch to send me into uncontrollable vibrations.

For a moment, before he enters me for the first time, I close my eyes. It doesn’t matter; the blindfold is still on, but this feels like the last decision I make. I make it silently, the words curling through my mind and stopping before they reach my tongue.

Take me. Take me into your darkness.

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