Page 18 of Twisted Salvation
“You didn’t,” he says simply.
“I’m so fucking tired of not being able to do anything. I can’t even wipe my own ass. What kind of fucking life is this? What the fuck is so wrong with me that I miss the pain? I look like some kind of fucking monster with all of my goddamn bruises. I’m tired of feeling hideous. I’m tired of being numb. I’m tired of being alive. I just want to fucking be happy. Is that so fucking hard?! All I want is you, but I feel like a fucking idiot for it. I feel like he was fuckingright, and no man would ever love me. Why would they? What the fuck do I have to offer? I don’t know why you…”
Dominic abruptly grabs my face and kisses me, instantly making me shut up. I slowly start to relax, but all the chaos in my brain disappears when he moves his hands to my waist and pulls my body against his. He backs me up to the bed and sits me down before taking my face between his hands.
“I’m going to do something thatIwant to do—that you want me to do. I don’t want to hear anything unless it’s a safe word. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down,” he says firmly.
“Okay,” I sigh. He lays me back on the bed and leans down with his hand on the bed beside me and his other on my hip.
“Do not move your arms, or I will stop. I want to do this, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says softly. “I’m serious.”
“Okay,” I say with less of an attitude. He gently kisses me before pulling his shirt off my body. My arms are down at my sides as he kisses down my chest. “Fuck,” I gasp when he gently sucks in my nipple, biting it just enough for me to feel. He moves to the other and repeats before continuing to pepper my skin with kisses. I am panting as he gets to my panties, slowly torturing me as he pulls them down.
“Patience, Blossom,” he says as he spreads my legs. I whine when he gently kisses above my pussy, teasing me. He chuckles and leans up to look at me. “Tell me something, Myra. Have you never gotten yourself off?” he asks.
“No,” I admit. “I… don’t know what to do.”
“Hmm,” he says with a smile.
“Please,” I whine.
“Please, what?” he asks, gently tracing his fingers up my inner thigh, making me squirm.
“Dom,” I groan.
“No, ma’am. If you want something, you ask for it. Communication is the basis of everything. Right?”
“Yeah,” I whine again.
“Tell me what you want, Myra,” he encourages.
“I want to come,” I say quietly.
“Own it, Myra. What do you want?”
“I want to come,” I say louder. “I want you to make me come.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, pushing two fingers into my pussy and curling them.
“Oh God!” I gasp, arching off the bed.
“Aht. Don’t move,” he warns. “Slow your breathing.”
“You’re the devil,” I complain, but comply. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
Three seconds in… Hold… Three seconds out. I repeat this over and over as he slowly fucks me with his hand. He pushes my legs further apart, and it feels like the world has stopped turning when his tongue flicks across my clit. Warmth spreads through my body, and my pussy tightens around his fingers.
“Welcome to hell, Blossom. This is your twisted salvation,” he says before he abruptly starts sucking my clit, forcing a deep groan out of me.
“Oh, dear God,” I moan. I pull my legs up so that my feet are flat on the bed and lift my hips. I gasp loudly when he nips my clit with his teeth, warning me to stop moving. As long as I am still, he continues to suck hard and fuck me with his fingers. He adds another finger and pushes deeper, and I am nearly in tears from how amazing this feels.
I can feel it building in my belly, and it’s as though my soul recognizes it. It’s building slowly, and it almost feels intentional the way he pulls it forward. I start to lose focus on my breathing, and it gets hard to stay still. “Fuck,” I groan before forcing myself to slow down. If I move, he stops. I don’t want him to stop.
I start counting in my head. Three seconds in, hold, and three seconds out. I focus on slowing my breathing and staying calm. When it finally crests, I moan, and my body arches involuntarily. I can’t think or form words. My mind is silent, and for the first time, I have found peace without pain. I can see outside of my panic for the first time ever.
Dominic suddenly grabs hold of my ass and swiftly rolls us. He wraps his arms around my thighs so that I am sitting on his face as he continues to eat my pussy, sucking hard. I rest my arms on my thighs, and I feel free. So long as I keep my hands where they are resting on his arms that are tightly banded around my thighs, I am free to move the rest of my body.
“Oh God, Dom,” I moan. “God, please. Please don’t stop.”
