Page 83 of Off the Rails

SNAP.

In three pulls, she’d managed to crack the bedpost, freeing a foot of polished, tapered wood. Holding the splintered end in her palm, Blade hopped back onto the bed with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“You’re kidding…” I stammered, utterly shocked by the sheer strength she’d just unleashed.

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious?” She grinned.

Before my better sense could take hold, she lowered the post to my center, teasing my slick entrance with the polished end. My eyelids fluttered as I gripped her strong shoulder, swollen from exertion.

“Just lay back and let me take care of you, Trinket. Don’t I always make you feel good?”

My head rolled in a lazy nod, falling back against the pillow as she eased the tapered end of the post into my center. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate its girth, pressure tightening and relaxing at each curve of the wood.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed, nails digging into her shoulder as she eased the oak in and out of me. Her impulse hadn’t been wrong; she did know what she was doing. And the effortlessness with which my body accommodated the wood meant that clearly, I was fucking excited.

A twisted smirk painted her lips as she watched me cave for her, giving her complete control. “That’s it, baby. I told you I knew what you needed.”

The post plunged into my center over and over, punctuating her every sentence with a fullness that reverberated through my very core. Yet somehow, I wanted more. I needed her to fill me, to push me to my limit, to⁠—

“Hands and knees,” Blade smirked, pulling the post out of me with agonizing slowness.

The second it was out, I did as she said, presenting myself on the center of the bed. As I adjusted, Blade slipped a pillow beneath my head.

“Something to hold on to.”

Something to scream into, more like.

In shifting, my knees brushed against a wet spot my excitement had created on the duvet.

My mind wanted to believe that this was deranged, so out of character for me. But clearly, my body was an eager participant.

A flat palm traced down my back before hooking around my hip, lifting me so that I was on full display for Blade. “God, your body is so beautiful Tess. I just want to⁠—”

“Break me?” I whimpered.

Deep longing rumbled in her voice. “Is that what you want, Trinket?”

“Please,” I whispered.

It was all the invitation she needed. The next thing I knew the post was plunging into me with savage speed, filling me to the very brim. While the oak stretched me, Blade’s free hand sank between my legs, teasing my clit with expert precision.

The mix of pressure and tingling was almost too much to bear. My eyes rolled back in my skull and my jaw fell open, unleashing a cacophony of unholy sounds from my chest. I’d never been so desperate to orgasm, so entranced in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby.” Hunger and elation mingled in Blade’s voice. “Come for me.”

And as if her words unlocked a pathway in my mind, my body complied instantly. A fresh wave of pleasure rushed my every nerve.

I screamed, planting my face firmly into the pillow, though it was hardly enough to muffle my cries. My hips rocked back into her, desperate for every inch of satisfaction that she was offering.

My body was still shaking when I lifted my head. My cries had quieted, but the aftershocks of her pleasure were still vibrating through my core when I spotted it: the tail end of a shadow darkening the doorway.

Cyrus, drowning out my whimpers with a slam of the door as she disappeared down the hallway.

47

TESS

I still couldn’t believe I’d let Blade fuck me. Outside of a Fright Night.