Page 46 of Descent
This didn’t feel like a punishment.
This was something else. Something new and exciting and so…hot.
He teased me with the ginger plug for a while, pushing it in just enough to induce a burning sensation that wouldn’t compare to what came next. I tensed at the thought, already changing my mind about letting him do this.
What had I been thinking?
It hadn’t been that long ago that he’d used the evil stuff on me at the safe house. I remembered in painful detail how he’d rammed me from behind as my ass burned. God, how it had scorched. And yet…part of me had still been turned on, my body strung tight with the need to orgasm.
An orgasm he hadn’t allowed. Perhaps, that had been the true punishment.
He broke my bitter reverie by inching the plug in a bit more, preparing to slide home, and I let out a whimper.
“Rafe…wait.” That word felt foreign on my tongue. Somehow wrong. Rafe didn’t wait—he played my body to his own dark and sadistic tune.
A tune my body couldn’t help but dance to.
I wanted to take back that moment of weakness, swallow the word and the implied distrust in it. But his fingers halted at my backside.
Across the cellar, Zach shuffled irritated feet, an unwilling voyeur at this depraved show. I swallowed my fear and relaxed my muscles, mentally preparing for the excruciating burn I knew would come.
I couldn’t fathom allowing this to continue.
I couldn’t find the words to stop it. When it came to Rafe, I didn’t know how not to bend.
“Go ahead,” I choked out, biting my lip.
With a quick and confident thrust of his hand, he lodged the ginger in my ass. I clenched my teeth, waiting for the fire.
Waiting…waiting…waiting…
“Oh God!”
He returned to my front and kneeled at my feet. My head spun as he spread me open to his hungry, greedy mouth, and my cry of pain turned to a moan. He flicked his tongue against my clit in a way he knew would shove me right to the edge. I fisted my hands in the shackles and moaned his name, pushing my pelvis into his face and silently begging for more.
He grabbed my ass, fingers digging into my flesh, bringing the burn to the forefront of my mind again—a reminder that with the pleasure came the pain, because that’s what he lived for.
I unwittingly clenched my muscles, and the ginger amped in intensity, bringing about a keening cry. “Rafe, it hurts!”
His answering growl vibrated against my pussy, and I realized I was in deep shit. Now that I’d given the go-ahead, there was no turning back. My submission was Rafe’s elixir, and he’d fallen into his beautiful obsidian zone, feeding off my pain as much as his mouth fed off the over-sensitized flesh between my thighs.
“Please,” I begged in a hoarse whisper, struggling to tolerate the fire in my ass. Struggling not to come.
He unlocked my wrists from the shackles. “Get on your knees,” he said, voice a rugged gruff in my ear. I dropped to them, more eager than was logical, and clasped my hands behind my back. A warm palm slid along my cheek, taking the blindfold with it, and the heat in his eyes matched the burn in my rectum. He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the zipper, telling me without words what he wanted.
As Rafe’s cock sprang free, Zach expressed an outraged growl. But he didn’t say a word, and neither did my husband as he pushed into my mouth like he belonged there.
Because he did.
Slipping his fingers into my hair, he clutched my locks and controlled the angle of my throat, opening it up so he could claim it. I expected him to ram his way home, but as his hot and solid flesh slipped between my lips, taking shallow thrusts, I realized he was in one of his moods.
The kind of mood that would prolong this for the both of us.
“Never seen a more beautiful sight. Clench your ass for me, babe.”
I blinked, and he withdrew long enough to dick-slap a warning into me, making me clench with a pained whine. He pushed in again and hit my tonsils.
“Jesus, Alex.”
Another drive of his cock made me gag. His inner monster had come out to play, and I reveled in the way he watched me. The way I sensed Zach watching both of us, with hatred and agony searing his black soul. I seized the power in this moment, wrapped myself in the adrenaline from it, because Zach was as helpless as I’d been for years.
Something powerful passed between Rafe and me. We were in sync, two halves of a whole, united against Zach and anyone else who would dare challenge us. We were one, and it was so much more than a ring on my finger, or a piece of paper that gave me his last name.
