Page 63 of Darkness I Become
He retrieved his belt, which he’d dropped at the end of the bed, then beckoned her to straddle him again. She cautiously obeyed, eyeing the belt. She wasn’t sure she wanted more ofthattonight. Her ass was already sore as hell.
However, her thoughts were obliterated by Cade’s cock notching at her entrance.
“You gonna take all of me?” he murmured, touching her cheek. “Let me feel that incredible pussy. I’ve been dying for it.”
He guided her hips down, sheathing him snugly, and Asha gasped at the fullness. He felt big, but not painfully so, and she relished how pleasurable it was when she was wet enough. He’d taken such care with her.
Cade let out a sound between a moan and a gasp, and his hands tightened around her hips.
“Oh, Asha,” he sighed, and her heart tugged at the tender way he said her name. “You feel perfect.”
“Really?” she asked playfully, tightening her pussy around him, making him groan. “How perfect?”
“So perfect I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it,” he managed to say with difficulty. He guided her hands behind her back and wrapped the belt around them tightly, securing them there. “Is this alright?”
With her hands bound behind her, Asha couldn’t move on her own without losing her balance. As Cade’s hands moved back to her hips, she realized he now had complete control over her movements.Well played.
“It’ll do,” she said dismissively, and he chuckled before eliciting a yelp from her as he moved her hips. She was taking all of him now, as deep as she could, and her head fell back in a helpless moan.
Her hands being bound added another layer of desire. It allowed her to once again let go and experience the exhilaration of being out of control without the shame and abuse she’d always associated withthat state. He was teaching her how to be at peace with herself and her own pleasure, and she was becoming an eager student.
Cade set the rhythm, urging her to ride him as hard as she could without toppling over. He’d kept such tight control over his emotions, his desires …but now, at last, he let loose. He cupped her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her skin, and he groaned with abandon.
“That’s right, darling,” he growled. “You’re gonna ride me till I come. Keep going.”
He was surprisingly vocal as he grew closer to climax, and his eyes were glued to her, traveling from her eyes to her bouncing breasts to the place where they were joined. But it was the low, husky sweet nothings he said to her that eventually tipped her over the edge one last time.
“You’re magnificent, Asha,” Cade murmured. “Your face, your body, your beautiful pussy. You’re a vision, submitting to me. When you’re ready for it, my angel, I’ll gag that hot little mouth and come listening to you make those slutty moans around it.”
The image was too much. Her wrists strained against the belt as she cried out, and the dull ache only made her climax larger, longer, more intense. He followed her with a bellow, and she felt him fill her. It was incredible to watch him, to know that she’d given him that kind of pleasure. She instantly wanted to give it to him again, as many times as she could. He deserved everything she could offer him.
Somewhere deep within her, the cracks in her psyche were filled with molten gold, and she felt remade.
Chapter 19
Cade was as meticulous about aftercare as he was about training.
After they’d finished, he’d lit a candle, helped Asha out of bed, and cleaned both of them up at the washstand. He’d then tucked her back in and brought her water and some strips of jerky that she’d happily swallowed down. He rubbed arnica ointment into the sensitized flesh of her backside despite her protests, probably because it was starting to lightly bruise. He insisted on rubbing her wrists, her shoulders, her hands—anywhere that may have lingering aches from his treatment. All the while, he spoke to her in hushed tones, soothing and sweet andloving.There was no other word for it. She may not have known how to process that, but she enjoyed the comfort and safety he was providing. He’d become more precious to her than she was ready to admit.
When Cade settled next to her in bed and held her close, she felt as close to perfect as she ever had. He splayed out on his back, his formidable chest bared to the warm evening air, his arms curled around her in an affectionate, protective curve.
“How are you feeling?”
With the words came no judgment, no pressure, no expectation to say any particular thing. But Asha knew the answer without thinking.
“I’m so good,” she murmured, still feeling a little drunk on him, and she felt his smile against her hair as he pressed a kiss there. “How do you feel?”
His deep chuckle reverberated in her chest. “Like a fucking god.”
She burst into laughter. “A god?”
“Yes,” he said, smirking at her. “You’re a tough nut to crack, Asha Agarwal. Not the trusting type. So yeah, you submitting to me and letting me touch you and discipline you and fuck you…it makes me feel like a fucking god, and I won’t apologize for it.”
She giggled some more, feeling lighter and sillier than she ever had before. She’d never have imagined that she could make a man feel that way, and it gave her a strange sense of power that she treasured.
They lay together in peaceful silence. Asha lazily traced over Cade’s sleeves of tattoos. She’d never had the chance to look at them properly before, up close.
“Do your tattoos mean anything?” she asked, following the line of long, black vines up his right arm.
