Page 80 of Born into Madness
Goddamn, maybe I am becoming soft, because these two clearly have my ass whipped. With a raging hard-on, I walk over to the fridge and start to prepare Chort’s supper. Every few seconds I look over, watching as she throws the ball for him and then smiles when he takes off running across the open space so he can grab it and bring it back to her. Knowing she’s freely bleeding in her pants for me is making me crazy, but Ican’t neglect my dog. He wouldn’t understand, and it wouldn’t be fair. Besides, the teasing foreplay between Cyn and I started the second we met, and it’s only fitting that it lasts a bit longer. You only lose your virginity once, and I’d like to take the time to savor it.
When Chort is tired from his exercise, he trots over to me. Plopping down at my feet, he looks up at me, waiting for me to give the command to eat. I pet his head and tell him in Russian that I need him to be a very good boy tonight so Cyn and I can have some alone time. He whines, but then he licks my hand, making me feel like we’ve come to some sort of an agreement. After another scratch behind the ears, I tell him to eat, and as soon as he digs in and I know he’s taken care of, I put all my attention on the beautiful, nervous-looking woman in front of me.
“Sasha,” she whispers, taking a hesitant step back when I take a step towards her. I know she wants this just as much as I do, but her body’s natural instincts are taking over, and her fight-or-flight response isn’t letting her just run into the arms of the killer she knows I am. She loves me, of that I have no doubt, but self-preservation is a tricky thing, and I’m watching the inner war play out in my girl right now.
“There’s no running from me,krovinka,” I tell her, taking another slow step closer as she takes one more back. The corner of my mouth twitches when I add, “But, fuck, I’d love to see that one day.” Making up my mind, I let the twitch turn into a smirk. “One day very soon, my little Cyn, you’re going to run from me, and I’m going to chase you.”
The surprise on her face is adorable and so is her response of “I’m not much of a runner.”
“That’s not the point.”
Taking another step back, she asks, “Then what is the point?”
“The hunt,” I say, feeling my cock throb in my jeans at those words. “The point is the hunt, the thrill of chasing you, and the reward we’ll both get when I catch you.”
She perks up at that. “Reward?”
Her hand reaches out for the stair railing, but before she can take the first step, I say, “Did you really think I’d chase you and then not fuck you?” I run my eyes over her, letting her see all the dark things I’m fantasizing about. “I thought you knew me better than that,krovinka.”
“I do,” she says. “Don’t forget you told me you’d tell me what that word means.”
“Don’t forget I told you I’d do it when I was buried deep inside you,” I remind her.
Proving she’s the perfect girl for me, I see her mouth turn up in a sexy grin before she says, “Better hurry up and make that happen then. I’m dying to know what you’ve been calling me all these weeks.”
Without another word, she turns and races up the stairs. I watch her, enjoying the sight of her ass and the last few teasing moments before we make this official. As soon as her foot hits the last step, I’m racing up behind her, taking the stairs three at a time. The frightened squeal she gives has pre-cum coating my dick, and by the time I wrap my arm around her and pull her against me, I’m more than ready to make this woman mine.
Her chest rises and falls with her quick breaths, and before I do anything, I place the palm of my hand along her clavicle and listen to her lungs, making sure her airways are clear. When I’m convinced she’s not wheezing, I slide my fingers higher and wrap them around the front of her throat. Keeping her pinned against the front of my body, I drag my other hand lower so I can start to tug her jeans off.
As nervous as she is, she still takes the time to kick her shoes off for me, and when I pull her pants lower, she wiggles her legs,letting them bunch around her ankles before stepping out from them. I let her keep her panties on while I slowly pull her shirt off and then unhook her bra from behind. Fisting her gorgeous hair, I bury my nose in the long, red strands, filling my lungs with the coconut scent before bringing my mouth to her ear.
“I’m going to get a towel,” I tell her, “and when I come back, I want you on our bed, completely naked, thighs spread wide,krovinka.” Her breath hitches when I plant a soft kiss right behind her ear. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Unable to resist, I drag my fingers along her soft skin, groaning when I fill my hands with her breasts. Her hard nipples press against my palms, and the needy little whimper she gives when I give them a good squeeze nearly sends me over the edge.
I need to get my ass moving because I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand here and come in my pants when I could be doing it inside her. With what amounts to monumental effort, I let go of her, but I can’t resist giving her ass a hard enough smack to make her squeal again before I head to the bathroom. I don’t repeat the command I’ve given her. She’ll obey me, and if she doesn’t, I’ll enjoy the hell out of smacking her ass red. It’s a win-win for me either way.
The anticipation builds as I grab a towel from the bathroom, and when I step back into the room, the first thing I see is my beautiful Cyn. She’s chosen obedience, and the sight of her naked body splayed out, ready and waiting for me, is intoxicating. I’d be more than happy to take her just like this, but I know she’s self-conscious about the mess, and I don’t want her worrying about that while I’m sliding into her. I don’t want her worrying about anything.
With my eyes on her, I drop the towel on the bed and pull my shirt off before unbuckling my belt. Cyn stays up on her elbows, watching my every move as I slowly pull my belt free and pop thebutton on my jeans. Sliding the zipper down, I let the jeans fall. The weight of my knife makes it easy, and when they’re puddled around my feet, I step out and make quick work of my boxer briefs. Her lips part when she sees how hard I am, and her brows furrow at the thought of all this spreading her wide. I know she’s worried about the pain, worried I won’t fit, and worried I’ll be too rough with her, but I won’t be.
Stepping closer, I grab the towel and lean in to her. “Lift your hips,krovinka.” When she does, I slide the towel under her and then grip her thigh and spread her wider for me, revealing the perfect mess I was hoping she’d be. Her soft, red curls glisten with blood and arousal, and I’ve never seen anything so erotic and beautiful in my life. It makes me drop to my knees as I kneel before her, desperate to worship her with my mouth.
“What are you doing?” She looks down at me kneeling between her legs, a panicked look in her green eyes, so afraid I’m going to find this repulsive. The very idea of that is so absurd it makes me laugh while I nip at her inner thigh.
“You still don’t believe me that nothing could be gross between us?” I ask the question while I kiss and nip my way up her thigh. “Maybe you’ll believe me after I’ve eaten my fill of you and my face is covered in your blood. Hmm?” I tease with a flick of my tongue along the crease of her thigh. “Will you believe me then, Cyn? When I’m covered in your blood and rock-fucking-hard for more?”
Her reply is a surprised gasp when I latch onto her clit and give her a good suck. Fingers thread into my hair as she moans my name and rocks her hips. My mouth fills with the taste of her, a sharp metallic bite that’s tinged with the sweetness of her arousal, and I can’t fucking get enough. Digging my fingers into her inner thighs, I push her legs up and out as I slide my tongue lower. Licking a line up her slit, I groan her name and then push my tongue in, consumed by the taste of her. Cyn’s blood coversmy face and fills my mouth, and I lose myself in her, letting the ravenous hunger take over until I hear her scream my name as her nails dig into the back of my head, forcing me closer and smothering me in the best way possible. I barely recognize myself, the feral-sounding groans that are coming out of me, the way I can’t focus on anything that isn’t her, and the way every single part of me aches for more.
She never fails to undo me, but right now it feels like I’ll never come back to myself, like I’ll stay lost in her body forever. With her blood coating my mouth and her sweet, erotic moans ringing in my ears, I can’t say I give a fuck. I would forsake everything and everyone for this woman, and when I finally lift my head from between her legs, I know I must look like a man undone, unhinged and completely off his goddamn rocker. I can’t hide myself from her, not now, not like this, and when I see the spark of fear light her eyes, threatening to take hold, I grab her hips and hold her in place.
“Don’t even think about it,krovinka. We’re not finished yet. I’m still me. I’m still the man I was in the garage when I whispered all those sweet words in your ear.” I kiss her stomach, leaving a smear of blood on her soft skin. “I’m still me, Cyn.”
She’s still breathing heavily from her orgasm, still looking like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and still very much way too good for me. Instead of giving into her fear, she reaches down and runs her fingers along my face. I know I’m a mess, covered in blood and barely hanging on, but I don’t hide myself from her. I let her study me for as long as she wants, knowing she needs this, needs to convince herself that I’m still the Sasha she’s fallen in love with, that she hasn’t lost me to the monster she knows lives inside me.
Her finger lightly grazes along my brow, and when I lean into her touch, she smiles down at me and says, “There you are.”
