Page 26 of The Labyrinth

“Mmm…” His words did something to me, disconnecting me from this planet altogether. It was just him and me, his cock slowly sinking inside, and the distant ache of my forearm, reminding me of exactly what he was capable of.

My eyes drifted closed as he sank inside me fully, until Ten squeezed on my still-tender arm. My gaze snapped to him.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you.” He held my hips, rocking me against his cock until my desperation took over, need building low in my belly, and I began to ride him.

I ground my hips against him, circling with a groan every time I came down on his cock. He watched, breathing heavily, cursing every so often. His cock felt so fucking good inside me, ridges hitting every point I needed them to without trying, those delicious barbs pricking me, a reminder of just how good pain could feel. Every so often Ten would squeeze my wrist, and a flicker of pain would run up my arm. I was overstimulated, pain and pleasure warring for every cell in my body. I wanted more. I needed it to stop. I was going to come so goddamn hard.

Ten pressed one of his hands against my lower back, pushing himself impossibly deep. I was so full, stuffed with Ten’s massive cock. I rocked my hips back into his hand, meeting his movements with every shift. “You’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Rissa,” he murmured. “And you’re all fuckingmine.”

His words sent me over the top. I shattered around him, crying his name as I continued to ride. I began to sag, to topple over, and Ten held my hips, pushing me through another orgasm, and the aftershocks of yet another. My brain melted. I was barely aware of Ten gripping me, pounding into me with a frenzied roar—I knew I would be bruised and sore tomorrow. But fuck, it was worth it.

His hands dropped off my skin, and I drifted into the wonderful space between life and death. Reality and fiction. I liked it here, in the ethereal world I wasn’t sure actually existed. I liked the quiet of my brain, the silence that surrounded me.

Out of the recesses of my awareness, I felt someone scoop me up. They were carrying me somewhere. I wasn’t sure where, and somehow I knew it was Ten.

Above all else, I knew I was safe.

I flicked open my eyes to confirm it was Ten. He pushed open a door to take me inside an all-black room. It was too dark. I didn’t like it. It didn’t suit his soul. Not the soul he showed the world, but the soul he hid, burying it between layers of ash and guilt.

I could hear running water, which was absurd because we were inside. I sat up eagerly, and Ten wrapped his arms around me. “Whoa. Be careful. You were pretty out of it there.”

Not anymore. I was too captivated, watching the water pour from a silver spout inside the house. Inside. The. House.

“You have running water?” I gasped. “I thought that was a legend. I didn’t think it was real.”

He laughed. “Yes. You did well. I thought you might enjoy a bath.”

A bath. Hot from running water. And this tub…it was so big I could probably swim in it. I couldn’t stop staring at the water. This wasn’t real. This was still a dream, a safe space I found myself in. “I’ve never seen running water,” I whispered. I hated how fragile I sounded. Naïve. Never seen a refrigerator or an apple, and now, running water. And all of this seemed so natural to him. Something he had always had, never been without. I was clueless, dumb to the ways of his world. I looked up, and he met my gaze.

I expected more laughter at my expense. A roll of the eyes. Instead, Ten bent his head closer to my ear. “I’ll show you a whole world of things, if you let me.”

At his words, a shiver ran down my body. I wanted him to tell me more. I wanted to know more about this strange world I had found myself thrust into. What else was there for me to discover?

Ten shifted my weight on his lap, and stuck his hand in the nearly full tub. “That should be good. Climb in.”

He turned the silver knob, and the water stopped on demand. It was basically a miracle, having water at the turn of a dial, and he didn’t even seem impressed. Would I be the same one day? Unimpressed by magic? I hoped not.

On the other hand, that implied I would be here for a while. Yesterday, this would’ve seemed like the worst thing in the world. But today, with Ten offering me his hand, guiding me into the steaming water, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing after all.

Maybe I was right where I was supposed to be.

Chapter12

Ten

Iwatched Rissa step into the tub, wondering what I had ever done to deserve this incredible creature. She was ethereal. She was steel. She was an early spring bloom, the wispiest of petals with an iron stem. I had hurt her, and she had looked up at me with such a gaze of trust. It only made me want to hurt her more.

The way moans slipped out of her mouth…it was downright delectable. I wanted more. I wanted to consume each sound that fell from her lips, because each noise of pleasure was mine to take.

Rissa was mine. Her elegant body slipping into the water was mine to hurt. To pleasure. Her sweet pussy was mine to use. The sounds she made were mine to take, to bottle and store. And her soul was mine to taint, to poison with the trappings of my life.Mine.

She laid her head back against the side of the tub, her eyes drifting closed as she let the water carry the weight of her body. I had put her through a lot, and I would put her through more still. She deserved this moment of peace. She wasn’t fully aware yet, still drifting in that dreamlike state, and I wanted to preserve that for as long as possible.

I left Rissa for only a moment, to grab the soap and a washcloth. I gently pushed her forward, getting her to sit up so I could slide in behind her. The tub was more than big enough for both of us, but with my added bulk, water sloshed over the edges, spilling onto the floor. She didn’t protest much as I pulled her back between my legs and rested her head onto my chest.

Rissa was strangely comfortable with me, and I with her. I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. What I did know was her head on my chest feltright. I tried not to disturb her as I rubbed some soap on the soft cloth, and reached down in the water.

Luckily, the height discrepancy between us had some advantages. Namely, I didn’t have to work too hard to reach any part of Rissa, even with the awkward position we were currently in. I started with her feet, scrubbing her skin gently with the soapy cloth. She moaned quietly, but kept her eyes closed.

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