Page 45 of Descent
Because he was powerless.
As I slid my jeans down my legs, followed by my panties, I thought of all the times he’d rendered me helpless.
Just a fuck hole.
Now he was going to rot in this hole, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Talk to me, Lex!”
God, he was desperate. Incessantly so.
The cellar door opened, announcing Rafe’s arrival, and Zach fell silent as my husband reached the last step. He set a bowl of water on the floor containing two fingers off a ginger root, and words weren’t needed as he neared me, hand outstretched. I let him pull me a few feet to the right, where a set of shackles dangled from the ceiling.
Those hadn’t been there before.
I shot Rafe a questioning glance. “So this is what you were doing down here?”
Zach snickered. “He thinks stringing you up is going to upset me. What he doesn’t get is that I enjoy the view.”
Ignoring our audience, Rafe positioned me beneath the shackles so the prison sat to the left of me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zach’s form standing near the door of the cell.
He could see me, but as long as I kept my eyes straight ahead, I could block him out. And I did as Rafe settled in front of me, taking the stance that was as familiar as my own face in the mirror.
Back straight, jaw determined, his feet planted shoulder-width apart on the concrete.
He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. “Raise your arms.”
I did as told, and he fit the shackles around my wrists, locking them with ominous clicks that echoed through the space. These weren’t flimsy leather from which I could potentially squirm free.
This shit was real—cold, hard metal keeping me right where he wanted me. I was as helpless as Zach, standing several feet away, watching the dynamic between Rafe and me unfold.
And yet I felt empowered just the same.
“Remember what I told you,” he murmured, palms framing my cheeks. “It’s just you and me.” He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and took my sight.
My breathing escalated, and I licked my dry lips as my nipples hardened. He caressed the sensitive buds, and I pressed my thighs together to alleviate the steady throb at my center.
Until he increased the pinch, refusing to let up even after I gasped a plea.
“Ow!”
“Remember the promise you made, babe.”
If it becomes too much, say so.
Voicing my pain wasn’t the same as telling him to stop, and he wouldn’t under normal circumstances. On a normal day, I could cry “stop” all day long, but he’d still keep my nipples in the vise of his fingers. Today wasn’t a normal day, and he wanted me to know it.
“Alex, tell me you remember.” His fingers tightened, eliciting a flinch.
“I remember!” I said with a breathless cry.
This was a test, a way he could gauge how far he could push before I crumbled. And despite his reluctance in putting on this show for Zach, I knew there was a part of him that would consider it a fail on his part if I put on the brakes.
He let go of my nipples, and the air stirred as he settled behind me. His foot slid between mine, urging my legs further apart, and his mouth opened over my neck as he thrust two fingers inside me.
With a moan, I shot to my toes. Zach made some noise—some indiscernible sound that didn’t matter because he no longer mattered. Nothing else mattered as long as Rafe surrounded me with his consuming fire.
With his strength and love and addictive madness. His touch that ignited an inferno no fire distinguisher could put out.
He increased the pace of his plundering touch, and I shifted, needing more. “Please, Rafe.”
“Shhh.” Removing his fingers, he shoved them between my lips. “I decide when you come.”
Biting down on his digits, tasting a hint of myself on my tongue, I groaned.
He moved away, and I detected the sound of his steps on the floor. After the telltale sloshing of water reached my ears, he returned and knelt behind me, one hand palming my ass cheek.
“What the hell are you doing to her?” Zach’s voice made me jump, as I’d gotten lost inside the bubble Rafe and I had created.
I sensed Rafe tensing, his fingers digging into my flesh. “If you say another goddamn word while she’s down here with me, I’ll shock the shit out of you.” Rafe issued the threat with such ferocity that Zach would be stupid to test him.
He must have heard the threat as clearly as I had, because he shut up after that.
Rafe slid his fingers down my ass crack, spreading my cheeks, and I felt the first touch of cool ginger at my backdoor. Equal amounts of fear and anticipation flooded my pussy, and I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop, or beg him to keep going.
