Page 34 of Under Her Skin

Mumbling my frustration about overbearing men and their pushy ways, I thought to myself that I wasn’t sure I could dive into drawing and sketching again. Painting was a lovely therapeutic treatment. It was doing me wonders to flick and toss a macabre of colors at the blank canvas.

Shaking my head to dislodge the memories away, I sip my creamy sweet hot coffee as the wind whips my hair about. I look down at my cross-legged lap to the sketch book that I didn’t need or want that was now filled to the brim.

A small laugh slips out. Again another point of victory to Cal for knowing what I need before I could even think to express it. The simple spiral held an assortment of imagery - depictions of the beautiful land that we traveled, showing the plethora of unique and vivid animals that we came across. There was no shortage of those images. Within the depths of those glorious landscapes are darker more gruesome images. I had been scared about showing these images, unsure of what Cal would think of them or me.

But again, I should have known. I really should have known that it would never matter.

After a quiet evening with Cal, we hadn’t done much. Dinner and tv, then bed. I rounded up the courage this morning and jumped.

Placing the book in front of Cal, he looked at me. I nodded, giving him permission. He slowly flipped from page to page. I watched his face closely. Not once did his face show pity or grim dissatisfaction at where this sketchbook led. In fact, he told me to keep doing what I needed to do in order to heal and overcome all the horrid acts that happened to me.

He was so open and honest. Best of all, he had zero judgment. He truly loved me for me, no matter the appalling acts committed against me. And with that epiphany, I knew that the words I had spoken before were not simply words of a woman hoping to be in love, but a woman who was madly, deeply, and irrevocably in love.

EPILOGUE

AVA

Winding the rough rope around my wrists, he checks the knots - tight but would not cut off the circulation. I squirm. The rough texture against my soft skin ups my lust. Being bound from my elbows to my wrists causes a gush of wetness to coat my thighs.

I’m helpless. I am at his mercy. I’m his toy to use as he deems. I could orgasm off this alone.

Well, almost.

His breath is heavy against my neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps along my skin and tightening my already peaked nipples. My arms bound behind my back, pushing my breasts further out, creates an enticing image of sexuality.

Kneeling on the bed, I wait. He has a plan. It all started when I finally opened up to the cuts along my thighs. So, I gave him the freedom to bring us both into a pleasure that is had between two individuals who openly and fully trust the other.

I’m bound and waiting.

He comes to the front of me, smirking. He grabs the cup, popping one in his mouth. Then he latches his icy mouth onto the tip of my nipple, sucking it between his clenched teeth, deeper into his mouth, and melting the frigid ice cube against my nipple. The dueling sensation has my pussy clenching, wishing to be filled. My nipple falls out of his mouth as he latches one of the nipple clamps on, the tip swelling. He takes the tip of the ice and rubs it against the sensitive peak.

He spits the ice cube out and reaches for another mug, pouring the too-hot liquid across my breast. The liquid slides to the tip before he repeats the process on the other breast. Popping the sensitive nipple from his mouth he latches the clamp on, but he isn’t done. He snaps forward biting on the tip of the swollen nipple until I moan in pleasure and wiggle as my need flows down my already soaking thighs.

Cal smirks at me. Passion flaring in his heavy-lidded eyes as he practically purs. “We aren’t even close to being done.”

Oh god. A mewl of frustration bursts forth, and a chuckle floats in the air between us. “Cal,'' I whine. “Ineed…” My face scrunches up.

Fuck, I don’t even know. He sees my yearning and, with knees spread wide for him to watch me drip with need, comes forward to lick my lips. I try to snare his kiss and deepen it. I squeak in surprise as Cal smacks my clit. It was hard and fast, but it brought forth a higher wanting.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he steps back. Walking over to the nightstand, his cock is hard, leaking precum as it bobs and hits his washboard abs, leaving a streaking of shining wetness with every heavy stride. The image has me licking my lips and whimpering with want.

Returning, Cal has a scalpel. It’s sharp, delicate; so innocent, yet the damage that the small blade can cause is deadly. He gently places it to the side of where I kneel, a writhing mess of needy lust. He smirks and slaps my clit once, twice, and three times. I almost cum. I am shaking with the need to touch him, suck him deep and licking every hard inch of his body until his scent leaks from every pore.

Getting on the bed, he reaches for a bottle just out of sight. Tipping it upside down, he pours chocolate all over his cock. Taking a hand, he runs his hand up and down, coating every inch. He tosses the bottle aside, proudly placing both hands on his hips. “Suck it,” he demands.

Fucking gladly.

I figure out how to bend and hold myself up to begin my task of licking and sucking him clean. Running out of patience, Cal runs his hand through my hair, gripping it. He winds the strands until his fist is wrapped in my silky strands. The sting from his rough grip has my pussy clenching and me moaning around his hard, tasty length. My moans set him off. Holding my head still with his grip, he pounds into my face - a preview of what my pussy is going to get.

If my pussy could clap and rejoice for what is to come, I think it would.

After cleaning him, he slides out of my mouth, yanking me up. He roughly takes me in a kiss. Dazed and high on endorphins, I sink into the kiss. It's exactly what he needed. My hazy, slow mind didn’t realize that he’s looped my tied arms over a hook dangling from the ceiling.

How the hell did I not see that?

Making sure that the rope is still ok and that being lifted a few inches doesn’t hurt, Cal lays on his back, slowly shimmying under me. He lays there and leisurely begins to lick my thighs clean. First the right, then the left. I’m shaking with lust. His tonguefinallyflicks against my swollen clit before he sucks it into his mouth, nipping at it. He licks up and down, fucking me with his tongue. He won’t deepen his working tongue and that is when I learn that I can’t grind down.

I feel his soft chuckle against my clit, sucking me back into his mouth and devouring me. I'm on the cusp of an orgasm when he stops altogether. Sitting up, he kisses me again. I taste my saltiness and love that he doesn’t shy away from mingling our fluids. I suck his tongue in my mouth just like I did his cock and he smacks my clit, earning a moan of rapture.

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