Page 47 of Midnight Torment

That sexy smirk crossed his lips and his hands gripped me before hoisting me over his shoulder. “You’ve belonged to me from the first time you knelt for me in sub school.” He strode through the apartment and tossed me on the bed, standing over me with his hands on his hips. “Strip.”

My legs wobbled and my fingers were clumsy since he was watching my every move. I peeled my sweat-soaked clothes off me and dropped them on the floor. Jordan disappeared and returned a few moments later with cable ties in his fist.

“On your hands and knees, hands behind your back.”

I silently obeyed and as I placed my hands in the curve of my back, I was transported back to my training when we worked our way through the A-Z of finding pleasure through pain and bondage. The ultimate release was only attained through finding freedom to express yourself with a person you trusted.

I knelt on the mattress on the side of the bed, my back straight and head lowered. His clothes joined mine on the floor. My inner sub relaxed into the familiarity of this pose, knowing that Jordan was in complete control.

His cock was hard and straining toward me when he stepped forward. His fingertips under my chin brought my head up and his tip rubbed against my lips. Without instruction, I opened my lips and flattened my tongue. A single tap of his finger and my gaze flew up to his. His cock slowly moved in and out of my mouth, going further with every stroke.

His fingers pressing into the side of my jaw told me that he was going deep. I inhaled a breath and relaxed my throat as much as possible a split second before those studs hit the back of my throat. I automatically swallowed because of my gag reflex and he groaned, his pelvis pushing further toward me.

When he pulled back, I grabbed a much needed breath before he thrust forward again. In this position, I could do nothing to set the pace or the angle, I was at Jordan’s whim, his cock plunging into me. Moisture gathered between my legs since I knew that he wouldn’t be finished with just my mouth. I curved my tongue to massage his cock, opening my jaw further.

“Fuck. You keep that up and you’ll make me come before I have a chance to visit down south,” he muttered.

I hummed since I knew the noise vibrated along the length of his cock and into his balls. His cock hit the back of my throat again, and I closed my lips and hummed even as my throat spasmed around his tip.

“Fuck!” Jordan groaned.

I wanted to smile but my mouth was a little busy right at the moment.

He withdrew, his cock glistening from the lubrication in my mouth. “Turn around.”

I tried to shuffle on my knees until his hands skimmed over my skin, his fingertips tracing over me with featherlight touches. I stilled, my body canted toward him instinctively since I craved his touch. “Jordan…”

“Shush, little butterfly. Let me just look at you.”

I closed my eyes as he read my every curve and swell. My teeth bit into my bottom lip and I gave myself up to sensation alone. He knew every place that yielded pleasure, and at times like this I was convinced that he knew more about me than I did myself. He was the master conductor and I was nothing more than the instrument he controlled.

He slowly manoeuvred me on the bed until my ass was at the edge and my head dipped low to rest in the middle. My hands never moved or strained once in their binding, and I returned to the role of sub from so long ago. This role brought safety, and allowed me an opportunity to heal since our mutual relationship back in Twilight had abruptly ended.

Jordan widened my legs, his fingers exploring and teasing, making my thighs tremble. My ass muscles clenched when he gently pushed me further forward to allow his tongue to join in. I was helpless with my arms restrained and his hands bracing my legs so I couldn’t move, yet I’d never felt freer.

It reminded me why I’d joined sub school all those years ago, and why I had wanted to hand over control of my body and pleasure to another.

Pressure began to build and bubble in my stomach, a sexual storm brewing. Every time he hit the right place, a flash of lightning made my muscles tense in anticipation. Jordan’s hands slipped round to my abdomen to tenderly lift me up, his cock waiting to rub between my legs to lubricate him.

I drifted into subspace where nothing else mattered but pleasure, my body willingly accepting his when his cock pushed in an inch at a time to fill me to completion. I’d had a lot of sex over the years, but in Jordan I had found my other half. We fit together perfectly and I would know the sensation of his cock even in the dark. There had been times in the multiple partner rooms of Midnight that Jordan and I had had anonymous sex. He never said a word or indicated that it was him, but I knew. My body was attuned to his and I believed those were the moments that we were drawn together to reassure each other that we were safe. There hadn’t been a single time I frequented Midnight that I didn’t hope Jordan was there.

His body leaned over mine to cage me in. “Megan?” My head tilted to the side to allow his chin to rest on my shoulder. “What’s going on? I lost you for a moment there.”

Secrets had always protected my heart, yet he was the only person in this world who knew the true history of my past.

“I was thinking of all the times I went to Midnight hoping that you were there,” I confessed. “About the nights when I knew it was you but couldn’t bring myself to say anything.”

His lips kissed a trail across my shoulder. “I need to make a confession,” he said in a low whisper that I barely heard. “When you were sleeping after one of our strenuous sessions, I put a tracker in you. Every time you went near that property it sent an alert to my phone.”

My head snapped up in confusion.

What?

I thought Cassandra had told him where I lived a few months ago. All the missing puzzles pieces were starting to slot into place.

“Why?” Somewhere deep inside I didn’t care that he put a tracker on me, but I needed to know why he did it.

Jordan sighed, his breath fanning my cheek. “I’d love to give you a fancy explanation but the reality is that you were mine. Always have been, always will be. I may have thought I was doing the right thing when I walked away, but the truth is that I never really let you go. I always knew where you were, and I kept my ear to the ground to make sure you were okay. James Parsons is an old family friend who ensured you were safe.”

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