Page 40 of Resilient Love

This is exactly what I wanted.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

FRIDAY, MAY 2

My nails scrapeup his shaft as I pump my hands up and down it, squeezing the head and darting my tongue out to lick off the precum beading at the tip.

His dick is so thick, lovely, and fuckable.

“Do you like the taste of us together, Elise?” he rumbles above me, his hand twining in my hair, tugging even harder. My scalp burns, sending tendrils of pleasure licking down my spine.

“Yes,” I moan, moving a hand to settle on his muscular thigh as I hold the base, gagging on him with a lurid sound that makes his next words tremble.

“You’re such a good girl like this.” He groans. “So damn obedient. If only you’d listen to me without my dick to tease you. Now be mybestgirl and use your teeth.”

My molars scrape over his flesh as I choke and sputter around him, taking him all the way into my throat, as far as he’ll go. My eyes burn, tears spilling over, and I’m rewarded with his hand loosening in my hair to slide over my ear. He rolls his thumb and forefinger over my lobe as his other hand cups my breast, toying with the barbell.

My thighs clench, and I whimper, desperate for more.

“Aww, baby.” He tsks, his tone taunting as he lowers his face over mine. “Are you horny? Do you need to be filled up?”

I keep his cock in my mouth, nodding around it, my eyes pleading with him.

A grin spreads his lips, and he nods. “Lie down.” He flicks his chin to the rug in front of the lit fireplace.

I hollow my cheeks, dragging my lips over him once more from base to tip before my mouth leaves him with a filthy popping sound.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips as I scoot back, crawling to the carpet a few feet behind me.

He leans further into his chair, his legs spread completely, and his hands rest on the armrests, wrapping around the smooth wood.

“Spread your legs, and finger yourself. I want a show,” he demands, tilting his head to the side.

A whimper tumbles past my lips, need so potent I might combust, consuming my every action. It allows my knees to fall to either side obediently before trailing my hand down my abdomen, slipping my fingers over my clit, rubbing the overly sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fingersinyour pussy, Elise. Or can you not understand basic commands?” he asks, lazily stroking himself. His harsh tone makes my mouth water.

I roll my eyes at him, a heavy dash of defiance rippling through me, but I do as I’m told, slipping a finger inside, and then another when he quirks a brow at me. I know I’ll be rewarded for my obedience, and I’m willing to doanythingto feel something other than the gnawing hollowness or the all-consuming burden of too many emotions that run rampant inside me.

My core spasms around my fingers, my head falling back on a loud moan. “God, I wish it were your cock inside me,” I tell him, my chest heaving.

He pushes out of his chair abruptly, the wooden feet scraping across the hard floors as he stalks toward me.

His dark eyes burn into me before flicking to the crackling fire to my left. I continue pumping my fingers as I track his every movement.

Rafael grabs a fire iron from the stand of tools on the hearth. He angles the pointed tip at me, trailing the cool metal over my heated flesh, a stark contrast from the smokey heat warming my skin from the fire mere feet away.

A trail of goosebumps follows the tip of the metal. He rests it over my collarbone, his eyes raking over me.

“Don’t forget your safe word,” he whispers, turning with the poker in his hand. He opens the glass doors, shoving the poker between the blazing logs.

Fear threatens to grip me, but the most deeply depraved parts of me are cheering in elation. He doesn’t treat me like a piece of glass, ready to shatter at any moment. Not even after seeing how fragile my mind can sometimes be. Not knowing this whole arrangement could go horribly, horribly wrong for us both at any moment.

He pulls the hot poker from the fire and holds it carefully over my abdomen, allowing it to hover just above my left hip bone.

“You’re so gorgeous, Elise,” he praises, and my fingers slow as the heat from the hot metal grows nearer to my flesh. “You do exactly as I say, and the best part is that,for once, I know youwantto. It’s quite the sight to see, I’ll admit.”

My lips part, my eyes honing in on his face as my abdomen tightens, waiting for the searing feeling of my burning flesh to overcome me, but the moment never arrives.

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