Page 56 of I See Red

“No, I don’t love the cold,” I push fiercely off my tongue.

“Now that’s my good little bird,” he growls.

Circling around me, he lands on his knees before me, his head placed perfectly between my lifeless legs, rubbing his hands upand down them as if making me aware of his next move. I’m exhausted with no idea what any move of his may be, for this one was the last thing I ever expected from him. I never knew this pleasure-filled darkness lived inside of him. I thought the Budweiser night in the basement was for him, the way he took me on the pool table more viciously than he ever had before, but I know now that was for me;this, what’s happening right now, is one hundred percent for him.I am not God; I do not forgive so easily.This was a thought-out plan, from the installation of the chains to the lesson he was attempting to teach me. How have I been with a mastermind all this time right under my nose and had no idea? Selfishness, I am certain. When you’re playing chess, sometimes you forget to look at the opposing players’ games around you.Hyper focusing here to fuck me, literally.

Spreading my legs apart, forcing them to fall to the side, exposing all of me to him. His breath draws closer and closer until suddenly, I can feel it on my clit, causing it to pulse, but he does nothing else, just blowing and watching. My body squirms as the heat of the water re-regulates my core temperature. The tingling sensation encases me in pure euphoria.

“Do you know what the difference is between you and other women, Ivy?”

My eyebrows furrow, confused by his question.

“What, Liam?” I am intrigued by the answer that lies at the core of his question.

His fingertips make their way up my thighs until they are circulating my lips, sliding up to my clit, following down my slit, and swirling at my opening as he replies, “You were never granted the beauty in exploration without guilt and fear being all you felt at the end. Which makes it so fucking beautiful to watch you explore it.”

His warm fingers still taunting me, sliding in my drenched pussy, twisting and turning, hitting my sweet spot over and over,forcing my back to arch until it feels like it will snap in half if I bend any further.

“I’m not sure if it was God or Satan himself that sent me to you, but I am going to mold every piece of your existence, feeding it and filling it until I am all you desire, without limitation, reserve, or guilt. I am your Father, Son, and Holy goddamn Spirit. I am your Roman Empire, little bird. Welcome to your lesson.”

His words penetrate my soul, sending shock waves throughout me. All I want is to wrap my legs around him and feel his cock inside of me deeper and deeper with each stroke.

I am truly a sick and twisted human being.

Lifting up onto my hands, looking at him enticed by his words, I demand, “Then why don’t you fuck me, Daddy?” His gaze softens, and I know I just struck gold in him.

“I thought you’d never ask, little bird.” His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up, slamming my pussy onto his cock, no warning, no adjusting as a gasp leaves my lungs. Fire radiates through my opening as it stretches, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, his tip bottoming out, feeling like it’s well into my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck as he slides out again, thrusting harder this time. Tears pool at the back of my eyelids from pain served in ecstasy.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, princess,” he growls as he slams me into the rock wall thrusting in and out, our bodies colliding his cock invading me as if there is no beginning, middle, or end, just his own plot. The stone gouges into my back, his fingers running up through my hair. His thighs supporting my weight, the wall his helping hand. His mouth relishes my neck, making its way up to my lips. My tongue jetting out penetrating his mouth as his lips devour mine. I slide up and down his cock, our words lost in translation, our bodies telling the story, water beating down onto us as our skin slams into one another.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I manage to mutter, my lips not leaving his.

“I never have, baby.”

Moans and breaths escaping our mouths intermixing with each other, suddenly, his hand forcefully latches onto my face, staring into my soulless eyes as he fucks me like he’s never done before. Peering down, red trails through the water beneath us, confirming what I was feeling. The rocks have sliced into my back from his force. I don’t even care. This moment. This Liam is everything I ever wanted and didn’t know I could have.

“I’m going to fucking come.”

“Me too, baby. I want you to coat my fucking cock as I come inside your sweet fucking pussy.”

Our bodies are on fire; the perfect combination of pain and pleasure brings us to a climax like never before, this time both of us gasping and fucking like ravenous animals racing to our last meal. Moans fill the room once more, his hand cradling my ass, the other moving up my body until I feel his fingers hug my neck, stealing my breaths, using his body as a force. Pinning me fully against the stones, a breath leaves me, unable to inhale a single one if I tried. His face slowly disappears from my vision as the lack of oxygen weakens my senses, my sight tunneling into the dark. I feel him relieve himself as I come all over him, our sweet sin releasing in both directions. His moans my aphrodisiac, his body my resolution. I collapse directly onto him with nothing left inside of me to feel, my body quivering like I’m on death row and they just electrocuted me. Charlie horses consuming every muscle in my body, trying to come down from the best fucking with this man I’ve ever had.

Fuck this is what I imagine heaven to feel like.

Scooping me up, connecting a soft kiss to my lips, caressing me, to where? I have no idea, nor do I even care at this point. I feel my bed under me as he lays me down like a newborn kitten,gentle and pure; pulling the covers over me, he whispers, “Fire can consume the cold along with everything within its reach, little bird, but the cold cannot consume a fire no matter how hard it may try. The battle is won before it has even begun. I am forever superior; don’t you ever forget that little bird.”

I lay here with my eyes closed, not paying him any attention. His footfalls becoming lighter and lighter until I hear the bedroom door quietly close.

What is happening to him? What is happening to us? Did I create this in him?

I lay here still, frozen in time, questioning everything that just transpired, his words. Whatdid he mean? And why little bird?Oh my god, I called him Daddy.

I’m in so much fucking trouble. Do I enjoy this Liam or miss the quiet Liam? Physically, I want this Liam for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but mentally, I feel he just said checkmate, like he now controls my entire game, one in which the board is a mess and the rules mucky-as-fuck. It’s nameless, as all he did just sent my pawns back home. My body is too tired to move, my mind intrigued of what’s to come thinking of our lawless fuck. I need sleep; more than that, I need therapy. Fuck I need champagne. Nonetheless sleep is all I truly crave. Searching for a new therapist will have to be on tomorrow’s agenda.I’m overdue for a visit to Red.

Conflict

“Ironic how one can claim solidarity without the other’s consent. I never agreed; it was never in agreeance. Taydennnnnnnn…Check.”

—Red

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