Page 52 of The Labyrinth

I held the flame too close to her skin, for only a second, just a moment to hear the sweet scream of pain she offered, mixed with the cry of pleasure as I curled my finger deep inside her. Then, with a swift movement I pulled my finger out of her, and extinguished the flame before tossing the candle to the side.

“Please fuck me,” she cried. “Please, Master, I need you inside me.”

I had no words to offer her. I had only me. I ripped her panties off, tossing the shreds, before pulling my pants off and letting them join the mess on the floor. I didn’t bother untying her. I kind of liked her like this, exposed in a way for me and me alone. I rose to my knees, fitted my thick cock right against her dripping pussy, and pushed my way inside.

I wasn’t gentle stuffing her full of my cock. She needed to remember how to feel. I wanted her to feel everything—the good, the bad and everything in between. She cried out as my barbs and my ridges hit everything they were supposed to, and she squirmed in her bindings. I held onto her waist, steadying her against the headboard, and leaned back.

“Oh!” she shrieked, my cock going deeper inside her than she had experienced before. “Oh, fuck.”

“I want you to burn for me, deliciae. I want you to burn for me in more ways than one.” I thrust in and out of her, her tight pussy built for taking my cock. “I want you to feel everything. Do you feel my cock fucking you right now?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I leaned forward, biting the soft swell of her shoulder, nearly piercing the flesh. She cried out again, rocking her hips into me. She was starting to tense, to tremble beneath my touch. “Do you feel the pain, Rissa? They coexist. You can’t have one without the other. Just like us.” I drove my cock in harder, wrapping my hand in her hair and pulling her head around so she was looking me in the eyes. “Come for me. Look me in the eyes, and come for me.”

Her eyes begged for the release I offered. I fucked her harder, until I felt her pussy tighten around me, and she screamed out her reminder that she was alive.

I held her tightly by the waist once more, driving my cock into her deeper, harder, fucking her through every aftershock of her orgasm until she was a moaning mess in my arms. I roared out my own release, pumping her full of my thick, black cum.

Still inside her, I brushed the hair away from her face, looking deeply into the eyes I loved so much. “I’ll remind you as often as you need,” I murmured.

She smiled at me. I pulled out, watching my cum drip out of her and down her legs. Fuck, it was sexy seeing her so full with my release that it was spilling out of her. I took some of the cum that had dripped down, using my finger to push it back inside her pussy. One day, I would pump every one of her holes full of my cum, and make her walk around the city, knowing she was marked by me in every way possible.

I sighed, and untied Rissa’s hands, kissing her wrists, ruby red from the bindings. She collapsed into my arms, and I kissed the top of her head before laying her down in the bed, pulling the blankets up around her.

I wrapped my arms around Rissa’s waist, and for the first time in ages she spun in my embrace so we faced each other. She rested a hand on my face with a softness I had missed. A softness I only associated with her.

“I’m here,” she whispered.

I settled my forehead against hers, listening to her breathing slow and deepen.I’m here. Two words that held so much more meaning than they should. I’m not letting go. I’m not losing hope. I’m not hiding. I’m staying. I’m fighting. I’m alive.

I’m here.

Chapter23

Rissa

Coming back to life was a slow process. One day, you realize you’ve been asleep. You’ve missed out. You haven’t been going through the motions. But somehow, you’re still alive. You’re still here. You blink awake. Once. Twice. Three times. Let your eyes adjust to the bright light streaming through your bedroom window, and wonder how the fuck you got there.

Eventually your feet begin to work again. They twitch, wanting to move, to walk, to run. Your hands follow suit, your fingers ready to hold on once more.

You notice your breaths. You can make sense of the thoughts in your head again. But the last thing to come alive is your heart. Your reminder of why you fought so hard in the first place, muddling through the fog and shadows.

I woke up one day and realized I had been missing out. I got out of bed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Ten stood over the counter preparing some food. When he spun around and saw me, he immediately dropped the bowl of eggs he was holding. The dish with eggs shattered, pieces flying every which way.

“Hi,” I murmured. I smiled, the sensation feeling more natural than I expected it to.

“Hi, yourself.” He looked at a loss for words. “I was just making you some breakfast.”

“Can I…” My words caught, my voice not used to stringing so many words together. “Can I eat it down here?”

Ten nodded. “Of course you can.”

I sat down at the large island and watched him work. He was cooking eggs over the fancy thing he had called a stove. It cooked things like our fire did at home. Every so often he would look over his shoulder at me, as if he couldn’t believe I was here.

Still, coming back to life was weird. Just because my body decided it was time to start again, my mind still had a ways to catch up. I was hopeful, though, and hope was an emotion I hadn’t experienced in a while. I would take what I could get.

Ten set a plate down in front of me, piled with eggs and thick bread slathered with butter, and sliced tomatoes, ripe and red. My stomach growled, and I looked down in surprise. I washungry. Ten handed me a fork with a small smile.

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