Page 180 of The Midnight Order
“Oh, Jasper.” I hear the strap-on drop back into the basket before her hands are on my back.
She runs her fingers over the length of the scars, and my body responds even more than it had in the living room.
She’s looking at me, who I am, when you strip everything away.
“I could never do this to you. I don’t want to make you bleed.”
“You don’t have to. The bite of pain mixed with pleasure is what I crave. Those were from times I couldn’t help myself. When I needed more to quiet my brain.”
“I guess I can understand that.”
I turn around, cupping her face. “That makes me sad for you.”
“Why did you bring me down here?” she asks, pressing her thighs together.
I can’t help but smirk as my hands dip between the folds of her sex. “Are you still sticky with Corvin’s cum?”
Her knees falter, and she grabs onto my upper arms for stability. “Yes.”
“Did you enjoy having us all there? Having all of us worship you?”
“God,” she breathes. My fingers find her entrance, still soaked. I press inside. “It was mind-blowing. I don’t know if that makes me some kind of sex monster, or maybe it makes me filthy, but I want more.”
“More is what we aim to give you.”
My fingers meet resistance as she flutters her muscles around me, but I angle them as I walk her back to the St. Andrew’s Cross, backing her into it.
I’m working up another hunger in her, subsequently, in myself too.
“Just me and you tonight,” she sputters, and it takes me a minute to realize she’s asking me.
“Yes, Silver. Just me and you.”
She reaches up, tugging me by the back of my neck and down to her lips. Her spellbinding kiss has likely led men to their deaths with how it weaves its magic over me.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my unoccupied hand sinks into her hair, tightening into a fist.
Her answering moan feeds my soul. I swallow it like a demon of hell as payment.
She presses me back, inhaling raggedly, and I let my hand pull out of her. She hisses, and I grin.
I don’t know what she’s playing at until she turns me, her hands on my sides. My back presses against the cross while I watch her fiddle with the buttons on my slacks.
My cock is hard as a rock behind my slacks, and pre-cum seeps through their fabric, giving away how turned on I am as she shucks them down, taking my underwear with them.
When they’re at my ankles, she stands before me and looks me over.
“You like pain,” she whispers, and even though I know she’s just processing, I nod.
She walks away from me, surveying the walls and all the implements hanging for her use, leaving me bereft in her absence.
I watch her, my head lolled to the side as her lithe body stalks the walls, looking at each whip and flogger as if weighing the best possible outcome of each.
She stops in front of a flogger with a chain-link swivel, which gives it more power on the swing and adds a bigger bite of pain.
My dick jumps as she reaches for it, and she doesn’t miss my hand stroking my sex a few times when she looks back at me.
“This one?” She smirks.
