Page 58 of Cut Me Down

Looking under the sink, I find her muscle relaxing bath salts and put some in. Sprinkling the salt like substance and letting the eucalyptus and spearmint scent permeate through the small room. Once the water is up to where it needs to be, and I’m sure it’s the right temperature, I walk back to her. Admiring her blissed-out body and satisfied face.

I carry her almost completely limp body, bridal style, into the bathroom and gently lay her in the tub. The moment her body sinks in, she releases the most breath catching sigh, and her eyes start to roll. Pure bliss and serenity is carved into her face and I can’t help but smile softly. Endearment flooding my body and forcing me to reach out and caress her face.

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl, I can’t have you drowning. I’d hate to rage a war with water.” She sleepily nods, and my grin grows. She’s so soft, and so gentle, a part of me actually feels bad for exhausting her to this point. Her mental turmoil is taxing enough. I didn’t have to tire her physically as well, but I know she enjoyed it just as much, if not more, than I did.

Using her vanilla body wash, I run my hands over her chest and under her neck, sensually washing her. Running my hands over her satin, creamy skin to relieve any aches she may have. Once I get to her stomach, she reaches up with her hand and lightly runs her fingers up and down my arm. Humming slightly in contentment before she lowers it again, falling asleep. I can’t help but shake my head in an adoring manner and continue to wash her. Making sure every curve and dip is clean.

I then move to her hair, holding her head above water with one hand and working with the other. Scrubbing her scalp and massaging it before I rake my fingers through a few times, knowing that’s what really gets her. I’ve rescued kids, men, and women. Seen just about every horrible thing there is to see, and yet, nothing has looked as precious and vulnerable as she does right now. She makes me think about things in a whole new way. See things in a new light. I never thought I could feel any deeper for her than I did when I first saw her, but looking at her now, I feel how untrue that is.

After I finish washing her, I drain the water, wrap a towel around her and lift her into my lap. Using a second towel to try and get all of her as dry as I can while keeping her warm. Once she’s as dry as she’s going to be for now, I pick her up again and carry her back to bed. Careful not to jostle her too much or cause her to jolt awake in a panic.

I lay us together in bed, her right on top of me with her head resting on my chest. Allowing each other’s warmth to intertwine with our bodies. I’m shocked by how easily my body melts, even between her and the bed. My eyelids are drooping and feeling heavy due to the level of comfort I feel with her. Which must be reciprocated, because she nudges her head into my chest as I begin rubbing her back and lulling her into a deeper sleep.

I’ve never wanted to keep someone this close. I knew I wanted her, but fuck, I need her. The moment I read her text, it was like I couldn’t breathe. My anger for what could happen to her stole every sign of life from me. Even sprinting, my breath was nonexistent, and it stayed absent until she flung that door open.

I knew in that moment I’d die for her, and as her tolerance for me grows, who knows where I'll be by the end of it. I meant what I said. I want her mind, body, and soul, but now I also need it, and she’ll steal mine from me in the process. I am as much hers as she is mine, and there’s no telling what entity we’ll grow into together. What threat we’ll pose to any danger that dares to stop us.

I may fight every day to rid the city of the drugs and criminals that plague it, but now I’ve found my own vice. It’s her, and I'm so addicted and obsessed I may finally understand why these people turn to drugs. Now, the thought of having to withdraw from her worries me. Scares me, even, and I’m not sure what to do with these feelings. It can’t lose her. It can’t happen; I won’t let it. Because I’m not sure there’s anything left in this life without her in it.

I won’t lose her. I'll make sure of it.

Chapter twenty-one

Ashia

‘Dear Agony’ – Breaking Benjamin

Four Days Later

I wake up to an amazing feeling. I would think it was a dream, if it wasn’t for my shadow leaning over me. He has his fingers inside me and as I try to moan out, I realize my hands are bound above my head by a rope, and one of his silk scarves is tied around my mouth. How does he keep doing this while I'm asleep? I used to sleep lightly, but I suppose I'm exhausted from all of the rough sex the past week and a half. I breathe and pant through my nose as I feel my orgasm begin to gather in my stomach, but then he withdraws from me.

“Hello, little wolf.” He greets me softly. Like he’s saying ‘good morning’ and not winding my body as tight as a snake’s grip. His teeth graze his lip as he runs his hand from the middle of my breasts down my body, spreading my arousal over my naked torso until he runs his fingers into me again. Causing my body to tense, just to retreat once more. Then he swiftly moves away, his face retreating out of my sight, so I look down at the end of the bed. He’s standing on his knees between my legs, towering over me like a gargoyle guarding a cathedral.

“Be a good girl and wrap your legs around me.” He says as he lifts my hips up. Angling me so my pelvis aligns with his. I try to roll back onto the tops of my shoulders, like you do as a kid when you’re trying to keep your legs straight in the air, but I’m limited by my hands being tied.

The stretching in my arms and shoulders burn as I’m still sore from the past several nights. At least last night they were tied behind my back and not strung up like this. His hand glides from the top of my vagina down onto my abdomen and through to my stomach. Spreading his fingers apart to feel the entire area before tracing gently circles on it.

“You still worried about me putting a baby in here, little wolf?” Fuck yeah, I am. I always had to be really careful with Cooper. He wouldn’t allow me to be on birth control, so Serena had to sneak me some Plan B’s every now and again. I never had a scare though, thank God. I was starting to think he was shooting blanks. But Damien? No, this man is going to have twenty kids as much as he comes. “Good.”

He thrusts in me, sinking down to the hilt where our bodies connect, and I swear he’s reaching my throat. He is quite large, porn star large, in girth and length. I feel as if he’s tearing into me every time we have sex, but holy hell, after the first few thrusts, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. So filling. Euphoric. It really makes me angry when he deprives me of my orgasm, just to build it back up. However, the release after he does this a couple of times is so strong I almost pass out each time.

Moans escape my sore throat through the cloth, and his bruising grip tightens just before he starts moving. He guides my hips, pulling me against him to match every thrust. Again and again, with a force so powerful I can only see it as determination. Determined to get himself off, to get me off, and I know he’s dying to come inside me again. His muscles are taut and strained. The veins in his forearms and neck showing perfectly, and the more I stare at his God-like figure, the more aroused I become.

My pussy clenches at the sight of his sweat-beaded forehead. I throw my head back as I pant through my nose, the climb building in my stomach rapidly. Is he going to let me finish this time? I'm almost to the cliff and about to fall over. The impending orgasm so close that my legs begin to tremble around him. The rope sears and burns my skin from how tightly I’m gripping it. The pain quickly enhances my pleasure, and just as my body does that brief pause before release, he pulls out.

God damnit!

I release a growl through the scarf in my mouth, and tug at the rope in a bratty fit of anger. Though, I’m not sure if it’s because I want to touch myself and finish what he started or choke him. Possibly both. At the same time.

“Eyes on me, little wolf. You're going to watch as you come all over my cock.” I bite the bullet. Doing as he says and looking up at him. “That’s my good girl.”

My eyes water from the sexual frustration, and the lack of extreme orgasm that was about to happen. Though I can’t manage to tear my eyes away. He pushes inside me again and moves at an agonizing pace. The sight is truly something to behold. How his veiny, thick penis slowly disappears and then reappears into my pussy. My arousal thickening as he starts to move harder and faster. Making his way to his previous pace.

I see the muscles and veins in his neck flex as he fights the urge to throw his own head back in pleasure. That determination showing again as his eyes glue themselves to the picture of the veins on his dick disappearing and reappearing with every plunge. A vein even twitching with his cock as his own orgasm rapidly approaches. The motions tugging and dragging my body down to him as if my pussy is trying to swallow him completely.

His thrusts become even more powerful, and the sound of our bodies slapping together is almost louder than our grunts and groans. The way he moans seeps into my senses and b-lines straight to my core. I clench myself as tight as I can around him, and I hear his own grunts stall.

“Fuck, baby! That’s right! Milk me dry!” He reaches down with his hand to painfully twist and pull on my hard nipple. Sending more waves of pleasure through my body.

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