Page 72 of Darkness I Become
“Yes,” she sobbed. “So bad. Need to rub my clit. Please, sir.”
“You have permission.”
With another sob, she maneuvered her hand between her thighs. It was an awkward and uncomfortable position, her arm underneath her against the table, but it didn’t matter. A few strokes were all it took to send her over the edge, crying out against the hard wood surface. Her whole body arched to meet the wave of euphoria head on, obliterating any sense of time or space. It was only in this moment of utter bliss that she felt no inhibition, no self-consciousness—only raw, primal pleasure, followed by a strange tranquility that she treasured.
“That’s it, darling,” Cade murmured roughly, and his approval brought a second wave of pleasure. “Shit, you look so perfect, coming on my cock. Do it again.”
His demand increased the heat in her body, even after she’d already come. Despite her discomfort, she obediently began to rub her clit again, desperate for more. She gasped as he grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it in his fist as he fucked her. The small pinpricks of pain in her scalp only enhanced her pleasure.
“Tell me what you want with me and Lana,” Cade gritted out. “Now. Before I can’t stop.”
Asha took a sharp intake of breath and squeezed her eyes shut. The pressure of his thrusts was almost too much, right on the edge between pleasure and pain.
“I want to lick her pussy while you fuck me, just like this.”
Her voice was a whimper, and she cried out as her pussy pulsed around him, her orgasm working through every muscle in her body. A second later, Cade groaned as he came, filling her in deep, hard surges.
“You really are something else, my angel,” he breathed.
They took a moment to recover before Cade released her. She felt loose and boneless, barely able to move from her position on the table. He helped her sit in one of the metal dining chairs, then left to retrieve the water jug they kept for washing, and they cleaned up.
After, he massaged her scalp, soothing any discomfort from when he’d grabbed her hair, and she sighed. She liked the way he took care of her after sex, especially after their more intense encounters. He never said much during these quiet moments, but his small acts of care spoke louder than words.
She’d never thought she could feel like this about anyone, let alone a man who’d started out by buying her at a slave market. She treasured the sight of Cade’s face when she woke up next to him. He made her believe in a better tomorrow just by existing—something she never would’ve dreamed possible.
“Are you alright?” Cade asked, without stopping the massage. “You look a little spacey.”
“Yeah. Maybe for the first time, I really am.”
She sealed her words with a kiss that held her whole heart within it, and he returned it—slowly, tenderly, sweetly.
“Maybe I am, too,” he whispered a moment later, leaning his forehead against hers. “Was all that just dirty talk, darling, or would you like me to share you? Because…I might have unlocked a new kink there. One I didn’t even know I had.”
Asha laughed and kissed him again. “It wasn’t just talk. Not if you don’t want it to be.”
He paused for a moment, staring in her eyes. “Not your heart, though. I don’t want to share that. I’ve worked too hard to capture it for myself.”
“Is that so?” she murmured, and she couldn’t stop smiling. “Well…I don’t think there’s much chance of it escaping now, anyway.”
Cade grinned in a way that warmed her all over, and Asha couldn’t stop smiling.
Chapter 22
“Happy birthday, darling,” Cade murmured in Asha’s ear, the morning before they had to leave for the next phase of their trip with the Blackguard. They’d spent the last two weeks training during the day, and filling their nights with more of each other: more exploration of their limits; more pleasure; more pain; more submission. Asha was discovering a part of herself that she never knew existed, and she loved that it was with him.
The night before, he’d made good on his promise from weeks before and tied a clean rag around her mouth, gagging her while he teased and punished her in equal measure. He’d whipped her ass nearly raw, letting her scream herself almost hoarse through her gag. Asha was surprised once again by how much pain thrilled her in this context, with Cade’s filthy mouth and his intoxicating touch.
“Don’t speak, my angel,” he’d murmured, stroking her abused skin as she whimpered. “I prefer your screams right now.”
He licked up a tear that ran down her cheek, then made her come so hard she felt cross-eyed, moved almost to delirium with the pleasure and the pain, melding together into a symphony of intensity that she never wanted to end.
That morning, for the first time, Cade had allowed them to sleep in. They lay naked under the covers in bed, and Asha groaned as he spooned her and kissed along the back of her neck. She stretched like a cat under his touch, and he chuckled against her soft brown skin.
“It’s not my birthday,” Asha replied. “But if it means you’ll keep doing that, I’ll pretend it is.”
He laughed again, his tattooed arms closing around her.
“Leo and I did our best to calculate the days. It’s as close to your birthday as it can be, so I’m calling it that.”
