Page 35 of Safe Word

‘That’s my good girl,’ he murmured, voice low and rough, the mask muffling the edges but not the intent. The praise split me in two, dragging desire in its wake, pulling surrender like a thread from the base of my spine.

When he reached between my legs, my entire body jolted – the touch too much, too soon, nerves flaring like faulty wires.

A broken whimper slipped out, ‘Please, no… no, no, no…’

‘Shh, little angel…’ he breathed against my ear.

His fingers found the clasp, and as the metal slipped free, the aftershocks splintered what little strength I had left.

I sagged into the chains, undone.

‘Now, I’m going to do it the right way. And you will come for me again.’

SEVEN

Her unrestrained cries filled the room, and they hit me like a drug I didn’t want to come down from. Her body responded to my every touch. She gave herself over completely.

I fingered her, stroked her. I was drunk on her, on the way her skin flushed under my fingers, the way her moans reverberated inside me, feeding a hunger I hadn’t even known could burn this fiercely. Every trembling breath she took was mine to command, and the power of it surged through me like fire in my veins. I wanted to take more, to mark her in ways no one else could, to thread myself through every thought, every breath, until I was carved into her soul.

But beneath it all, there was something else – something quieter but no less consuming. The way she trusted me, the way she let herself be this vulnerable – it did something to me. It exhilarated me. It terrified me. I thought I’d pushed too far, so sure she’d cry out the safe word – but she didn’t. She held on. Desperate for the collapse of our bodies almost as much as I was.

Her body rose to meet my fingers as if she were made for this – for me. The soft heat of her tightened around my touch, and I couldn’t stop the groan that rumbled low in my chest. She was perfect, every tremor of her body, every gasp and moan, fuelling the fire roaring inside me.

I tightened my grip on her throat, just enough pressure to make her pulse beat harder against my palm – a soft, frantic reminder of how fragile she was. There were no choices when she was mine – there was just the command, the outcome – and the punishment.

Her breath stalled, a tiny sound stuck in her throat. Breakable. Fucking beautiful.

Mine to shape until she forgot she no longer belonged to herself.

My other hand worked her, fingers curling and stroking that secret, trembling spot deep inside her, coaxing her closer – closer, until her body betrayed her mind.

Watching her fight against it thrilled me; watching her surrender to it fed the dark thing inside me.

‘Come for me again, little angel,’ I whispered, my voice thick – a command, a promise carried in the same breath.

My little angel – so soft, so eager, so oblivious to how easily pleasure could rip her open and wake the monster sleeping under her skin. The one that mirrored my own.

It didn’t take long, and I was livid. And then, as if she responded to my words as much as she did to my touch, her thighs started shaking, her back bowing against my chest, her breath coming in broken gasps. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, the raw intensity of her climax making me ache for her until I nearly roared alongside her.

Her release came in waves, breaking over her in ragged moans – but I didn’t let up. I chased every last tremor from her body, wringing it out until nothing remained but surrender.

In absolute silence, I watched her catch her breath, her chest heaving with the effort, her body quaking against my unrelenting grip. Her skin glistened, flushed and radiant, as if lit from inside.

My fingers slid out of her slowly, relishing the way she tightened reflexively one last time, the remnants of her climax following wetly after them. The warmth of her still clung to my skin.

I plunged those fingers into her mouth, slowly undulating as if fucking it. Need flared white-hot, my restraint fraying.

She made me want to devour her, to lose myself in her entirely – if I hadn’t already.

Releasing her throat, fully expecting her to crumble into the bed, I sucked in a breath when she held herself up instead. She wavered, but held on – didn’t even rely on the chains to support her.

Christ…

Her body quivered with exertion, her knees pressing into the mattress as she found strength she didn’t know she had. Watching her fall apart and hold fast with that kind of fire nearly wrecked me.

The smirk tugged at my lips, hidden behind the mask, as pride and desire twisted hotly in my chest.

She was fucking glorious. Stronger than she knew, hungrier than I had ever dared hope.