Page 22 of Unyielding
‘Good girl,’ I purred as I lifted her chin, closing my panties inside of her mouth. I could see the heat in her eyes intensify as she tasted me on her tongue.
‘Do you want me?’ I asked, knowing she couldn’t voice her response. I watched her stare at me intensely as she nodded her agreement.
‘Would you do anything for me?’ She nodded as I dragged my perfectly manicured toes up her thigh.
‘Would you kill anyone for me?’ She nodded as my toes trailed up her stomach.
‘Would you stop anything you were doing and come to me if I needed you?’ She nodded as I placed my foot on herbare chest and pushed her ever so slightly until she was sprawled out on her back.
‘Spit them out.’ She listened like the good little girl that she was. Total control coursed through me giving me a strength I was only just becoming familiar with.
She stayed there, unmoving, watching me as I stood over her. I hung my toes just over her lips. ‘Will you always come back to me?’ I asked.
She hesitated for a moment, her fears creeping in, before something settled over her: certainty. She nodded.
‘Suck.’ Her warm tongue enveloped my first toe and it sent shivers racketing up my spine. Her beneath me like this made me feel a power I had never felt before. She nipped at me playfully, but I pulled away; I was in control here, not her.
I walked away, leaving her on the floor and taking up my seat on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs, watching her gaze fall to the slit between my legs as she kneeled before me again.
‘If you were trapped in the darkness, what would you do for a taste of me?’ I asked as I slipped a finger inside of me, raising it to my lips before I sucked every bit of myself off of me.
‘Everything,’ she breathed.
‘So, what do you have to fear when you have me?’ I asked.
‘Nothing.’ She shook her head as if this one truth had quieted every fear screaming in her mind.
‘Good girl. Now, come and eat.’ I said as I spread myself wider.
She licked her lips as though she was about to feast on the finest food she had ever laid eyes on, like she had been starving before she plunged her tongue insideof me without warning. There was no preamble, just pure desperation and need. I felt her tongue deep inside me, as her face ground against my clit, sensations overwhelming me as one hand pulled my hips closer into her and the other found my breast, tugging at it, grabbing it like a life raft and she was drowning, drowning in me. My body fell back against the bed as I lost myself to the pleasure and feel of her body on mine, but I needed to make sure I erased every bit of doubt.
‘What will you do when the bloodlust overwhelms you and you lose control?’ I asked, pulling back and closing my legs. She let out a frustrated groan.
‘What will you do when you can’t control yourself?’ I pushed harder as I pulled her onto me so that she straddled me.
She looked down at me, a depth that rivalled any look she had ever given me. ‘I’ll find you. I’ll lose myself in you. I’ll let you pull me back,’ she said before she looked up at the ceiling, a single tear trailing down her cheek.
I traced a finger up, wiping it away. ‘Good girl. I’ve always got you, V. Now lose yourself in me. Let every doubt and fear go. Give yourself fully to me. Brand yourself on my fucking soul and take me, in every possible way. I want everything you have to offer. This right here, right now, is my consent. Ruin me,’ I pleaded as my hips ground under her, beckoning her touch.
Leaning forward she kissed me gently. Exploring my mouth with her tongue. ‘I love you, Sunshine. You’re everything I could want and everything I will ever need.’
Before I could respond, she slammed two fingers into me and watched as my back arched off the bed and my mouth popped open in a soundless gasp. As my eyes widened, her lips smirked at my undoing. This wouldn’t be a fucking; this would be a claiming.
She pulled out her fingers, rubbing over my sensitive clit before delving back inside me, thrusting so deep I felt like she was searching for something and that’s exactly when she found it. Her fingers curved inward and upward, brushing over that sweet spot inside me, sending a spasm throughout my entire body. I curled in on myself, overwhelmed, but she dragged her fingers out again giving me a sweet reprieve. Her other hand wrapped around my throat, forcing me to focus on her, and not allowing myself to be lost to the pleasure that shot through me. Her hand, gripping my throat, tightened as she slammed into me with her other fingers. She pushed and pulled, in and out of me, in the perfect rhythm, then faster—never once stuttering as my orgasm crested. Her grip on my throat tightened once more, so hard that my vision started to blur, but I held her gaze, showing her that I wasn’t afraid of her dark side. That I knew she could never hurt me; she was only ever capable of giving me what I wanted, including that blissful balance between the two.
My nails dug into her skin until I felt the draw of blood under my fingers. My back arched as a scream forced its way out of me and her groans took on an animalistic edge. My body exploded with pleasure, and I kept screaming as she wrung out my pleasure. She kept that same pace with her fingers until I was sobbing, begging her to stop, but not being able to quite verbalise it because I could feel another wave coming—which I didn’t think was possible—and I wanted to see how far she could push my body.
It was mere seconds until I was clutching at her, screaming once more. The black dots in my vision from the lack of air consumed me, and I passed out with V’s sinister smirk being the last thing I saw. If I died like this, I would die happy.
I gradually woke up feeling a tickle between my thighs. I went to close them or swat away whatever it was but they barely moved until I felt them forced back as leather dug into my wrists and ankles. My eyes shot open and there was V, laying between my legs, lazily licking me, coaxing me awake.
‘Where’s the line, Sunshine? What can I do to you?’ she asked as her hot breath shot thrills through my clit.
‘Everything,’ was my only response and all the permission and reconfirmation she needed to continue her exploration of my body and its limits.
She wasn’t him. In one blissful moment she erased the memory of what he had done to me—tied to that radiator—and now this was the only way I ever wanted to be bound, like this, with her. We spent the next two days in bed as she fucked me to within an inch of my life, let me sleep, then fed me and fucked me again. By the end of it, I couldn’t walk.
Every trace of Jason vanished from my body and my soul.
