Page 49 of Beneath the Scars
2. Double penetration. I don’t want anyone else but you. However, I would like to know what it feels like to be filled in multiple places.
3. Exhibition, but I don’t know how far I want to take this. I like the idea of being watched—to a degree. I’m not sure I want to go all the way in front of others though.
4. I want to be blindfolded and restrained, and give you free use of my body. I don’t want to know what’s going to happen tome until you do it. This can include being spanked with your hand or a paddle. It could be hot wax and nipple clamps. I want to hand my pleasure over to you, knowing you’d never push me past the limits I’ve already set.
5. Primal play with consensual non-consent. I want to be chased through the forest by a masked man I can’t immediately identify by sight. I want the illusion that my consent doesn’t matter and he’s going to take me because he wants me, whether I like it or not. I need to feel like a possession instead of a person, and that I’m so desired, nothing will get in the way of him having me.
She’s put so much thought and effort into this. I’m caught off guard by her fantasy of being chased through the woods, but I can’t deny that the image of capturing her has me determined to find a way to make it happen.
The second I finish reading her list, I pounce. Addie squeaks in surprise, falling backward on the couch until I’m pressing her into the cushions.
I lift her hands over her head, holding them there with one of mine. “This is going to be fast, Adalaide. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Please.” She lifts her head to kiss me, desperation lining her every move.
I strip us both down in record time, our clothes fallinginto a pile on the floor. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. Her perky tits are begging for attention while her hips demand to have my fingerprints marking them.
I hook my hands under Addie’s knees, spreading her wide for me. I can see and smell how aroused she is already. I swear my control is hanging on by a thread.
Dropping my head, I press open kisses to her clit. I can’t help it. I’m addicted to the way she tastes.
“Michael,” Addie moans.
I’m on the knife’s edge myself, so instead of teasing her more, I line the head of my cock up with her pussy and thrust inside her. “Oh, fuck.”
The way she squeezes me has my eyes rolling back in my head. I can’t hold back. My control has snapped, and all I want is for her to fall apart around me.
With every thrust, Addie’s tits bounce, offering a sight that’s hotter than any porn I’ve ever watched. Jesus Christ. I’m going to lose it, and I’ve barely been inside her for five minutes.
Leaning over her, I take one stiff peak into my mouth. I use my teeth and tongue to push her to the edge of her orgasm. I need to get her there; otherwise, I’m going to end up coming before she does, and that’s totally unacceptable.
Reaching down, I rub tight circles around her clit. Addie clamps down on me hard, her breathy gasps providing the ultimate soundtrack. “Come on my cock, Adalaide. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Like the good girl she is, she follows my demand. She explodes around me, her body going tight with tension as her orgasm rocks through her. I follow right behind her, not having much of a choice in the matter.
“Goddamn,” I whisper as I drop my head to her chest.
Addie starts to move her hands, but then freezes. It hits me then that she most likely wants to touch me—to soothe myracing heartbeat with soft touches. Longing like I’ve never felt before sits heavily in my chest. Without looking at her, I reach up to grab one of her hands. I guide it to the top of my head and then wait. It only takes a second before she starts to card her fingers through my hair.
The sensation has goosebumps rising along my arms.
It feels incredible.
I slide my arms under Addie’s back to hold her tighter to me. She keeps running her fingers through my hair, and I’m grateful she hasn’t tried to do anything else. This is monumental for me, and I wouldn’t want it to be ruined by my triggers.
“So is it safe to say you’re a fan of my fantasies?”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, Trouble. It’s safe to say that.”
Chapter 26
Journal Entry #220
She left for college today.
I thought it would be a good thing. Every single time I’m around her, I have to shove my feelings so far down inside me that I’m practically a shell. It’s become more and more difficult over the years. A part of me is disgusted at my feelings. At twenty, I shouldn’t be lusting after a seventeen-year-old. It’s fucking dirty.
But how do you stop loving the only girl who’s ever seen the real you? Who has understood you at a level very few others have?
