Page 51 of The Magic of Betrayal
Fischer had a small bottle of lube in his hand, which he opened and squeezed onto his fingers, looking at me with so much intensity, I moved to close my legs and he smacked my thigh in warning.
"Don't even think about hiding what's mine," he growled, and my stomach clenched with desire at his claiming words.
"What are you doing?" I asked innocently.
"You know what I'm doing, Firefly," he rasped out, his voice deeper than usual, his fingers rubbing together, getting nice and slick. "Put that pillow under your ass and then open those legs," he commanded, and fuck if I didn't slip the pillow under my hips in two seconds flat. I spread my legs but frowned when he shook his head.
"Like this," he directed, pushing my knees back toward my chest. "Hold your knees."
This was quite possibly the most exposing position I'd ever been in, it made me feel like I was serving myself up to him on a platter. I could still see him from between my thighs as he got closer and ran his fingers up and down my ass, getting me ready. When his finger pressed against my ass, I clenched involuntarily and he moved his other hand up to rub at my clit, the distraction enough to make me relax for him to push through the tight muscles there.
"Oh stars, Fish..." I moaned, the feeling of him causing a slight sting before it dissipated into pure pleasure.
"I need to stretch you out before you'll be able to take my cock, Firefly. And you will take it. All of it, nice and snug in your tight ass."
Words weren't possible from me at that point and I lifted my hips in encouragement. Another stretching sensation, another burn, and thenfuuuuuck. I'd had no idea it could feel like this. He'd barely been torturing me for five minutes and I was already climbing the mountain to pleasure peak.
"Look how you swallow up two of my fingers, so hot," he murmured, his thumb still swirling on my clit.
It was almost as though he had split personalities. The sweet, submissive mage who made me feel cherished and safe, and then this dominating, intense monster that he tried to keep chained up inside his mind. Why though? My thoughts were cut off when another finger pressed its way inside and I whimpered from the stretch.
"Keep still, Firefly. Not much longer. Your ass looks so good stuffed like this. I knew it would. Can't wait to see how you squeeze my cock." Fischer teased me with pressure on my clit, swiping through my folds to gather more wetness that seemed to have no end in sight.
"You're ready for me," Fischer informed me, his voice soft and calm. The voice of a predator. The voice of a man who didn't get riled up, the kind of man who knew what he wanted and was going to fucking take it without any theatrics.
"Please," I begged. The need to feel him again was overpowering any anxieties about what was about to happen. I was too turned on, too addicted to him.
Fischer leaned over me, desire burning in his eyes, his face shiny with a slight layer of sweat, he looked beautiful and dangerous, and when his cock pressed against my ass, I took a deep breath, I'd never get what I wanted if I didn't let him in.
"Push when I push against you, Firefly. Let me in," he encouraged as he pressed against me and I pushed like he'd told me and then he was there. Oh gods, he was there.
"Ahhh," I squirmed; it burned more than his fingers.
"Shhh, sweetheart. Look at me, it will feel better in a minute, I promise."
I wasn't so sure at that moment, but the look of pure bliss on his face and the trust I had in him, in all of them, had me nodding and tugging his mouth to mine. Our tongues lapped at one another, lazily, like we had all night. And I guessed we did, so when he moved further inside of me and I sucked in a sharp breath, his hand snaked between our bodies and found my clit again. The pleasure taking from the bite of pain, creating a heady fucking cocktail of endorphins and adrenaline that told me an earth shattering orgasm was in my future.
My hands were gripping her hips so tightly, my fingers were leaving indentations in her skin. The beast inside perked up at that, loving every way that we were marking what was ours. I'd lived my entire life shoving this part of myself down into the deep recesses of my psyche because he made me feel out of control. Referring to a part of your own personality as another entity was highly fucked up, buthewasn't me... I'd done everything in my power to ensure that we never became one being.
He was sick and depraved. Dark, twisted, hungry for blood and darkness.
Sloane's domineering ways kept him away. In the past, when I'd been too far gone, whenhe'dtaken the wheel, Sloane had been the only one who could dig deep and bring me back to reality. So why, in the name of Jupiter, was I sharing this sweet woman withhim?
Because you know we're the same person and she wants me just as much as she needs you.
It wasn't often I heard his voice, I'd locked that shit down years ago, and yet, with my cock sunk to the hilt inside Saige's ass, his voice was loud in my head.
‘She wants the monster. Give it to her. Show her what we can do,’ hetaunted.
‘Shut the fuck UP, Faris!’I shouted athimin my mind.
Grunting, I started snapping my hips against her ass, each cry that slipped through her swollen red lips spurred me to go harder.
"Fischer, gods... yes. Fuck me harder!" Her hands squeezed my upper arms, the bite of her nails like kisses of fire on my skin.
‘Fuck her ass. It's yours. Make. Her. Scream,’Faris growled and my balls actually shivered.
"You want me to make you scream, little girl?" I taunted her, an inch from her nose, her feet tickling the hair on my head.
