Page 73 of Beneath the Scars
“Not this time. If you stay, all I’m going to end up doing is hurting you.”
I shrug. “So hurt me.”
Michael’s head snaps up so quickly it would be comical if waves of anger weren’t radiating from him. “You don’t mean that.”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t. You’re hurting, Michael, and you can either shove it down and pretend it’s not there, or you can use me to get rid of it.”
“I don’t trust myself right now, and neither should you.”
Instead of responding, I strip off my clothes until I’m bare to the only man I’ve ever loved.
“Adalaide,” Michael snaps.
I move to stand between his legs, holding my hands up so he knows my intention. When he doesn’t move, I palm his cheeks. His dark eyes hold a well of emotion, pleading for me to see him, to meet him where he’s at, and help him find a way out. “Michael, I’ve been in love with you since I was a preteen. I’ve stood by your side through all the times you were at your very best and all the times you were at your worst. Not a single moment has ever made me question my feelings for you. You’re it for me. I’ll never love another man the way I love you. Trust me to know my own mind and what I can handle. You’re not alone in this anymore.”
His palms slide up my outer thighs until he digs his fingertips into my hips. Determination fills his gaze, his mind moving into the one space where he has full control over himself. I have no doubt he got into the BDSM lifestyle at first because he liked not having to worry about someone touching him without permission. Then it became a way for him tofinally have control over the way his body reacted to someone else. I can’t imagine the freedom that allowed him.
“Use me, Sir.” The whispered words do the trick.
His shoulders straighten as he stands. “Get on the bed, face down, with your arms over your head.”
I do as instructed, pressing my face into his soft comforter. Goosebumps slide across my skin as I strain to hear Michael’s movements.
Something wrapping around my wrists startles me.
Michael’s deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Jumpy, little sub?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he yanks my arms straighter to tie the soft fabric to the headboard. I test the knot, knowing I don’t have a hope of escaping. The idea makes my heart pound with adrenaline. I’m completely at his mercy right now. Michael can do whatever he wants to me, and I won’t be able to do anything but take it.
Yet, with one word from me, this would all end in a heartbeat.
The whole dynamic is intoxicating.
“Get onto your knees.”
It’s an awkward slide until I can get my balance under me. Then my ass is in the air, exposing how aroused I am by this scene.
“It never gets old, seeing how wet you get just by following my orders,” Michael murmurs. He lifts my left ankle and buckles a soft leather cuff around it. Then he does the same to my right. Before I can figure out what he’s done, my legs are spread as far as they can go. He’s used the spreader bar again.
A bolt of panic races through me before I can stop it. I literally cannot move now.
Michael gently runs his hands up and down my flanks in a soothing gesture. “You look fucking beautiful, Adalaide. I’m in awe of the way you give yourself to me without hesitation.”
I melt at his words. I’ll never understand how he knows what I need before I even do.
“That’s my good girl. What’s your safe word?”
“Red.”
“Do you need it?”
“No, Sir.”
He kisses the fleshy part of my ass cheek before leaving me bereft of his touch. My ears strain to figure out what he’s planning next. I can’t place the sounds, and it makes my heart race.
The click of a bottle comes next, and I jump when cold liquid drips onto my ass. We’ve talked about beginning my training to take him there, but we never settled on when to start. Apparently, it’s now.
I gasp when he breaches that forbidden star. His one finger feels massive despite the smooth glide of his thrusts. It’s not long before I start canting my hips to take him deeper, my movements minute due to the restriction of my range of motion.
