Page 41 of Nasty
I would do it.
I would lose the goddamn dress and to hell with the consequences.
The world was still and impatient as I reached to my side and slowly unzipped myself. There weren’t any straps to hold it up; the material slid from my body and pooled at my feet, and then I was bare, standing before him in nothing but a pair of ostentatiously high heels.
Fix’s eyes skimmed over my body, devouring every inch of me, observing every curve, dip and line, and I held my head high as he feasted. I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t try to hide myself. I gloried in the fact that the sexiest, rawest, most powerful man to ever draw breath was looking at me like I was the sun and he had been locked in the dark for years. It felt fucking incredible.
“Make my heart beat then, Fix. Make it race. Make me lose myself. I want to forget.” If only for a minute, if I could lose myself inhim, my life wouldn’t feel like it was hanging by a fragile thread. My anger would wash away. My fear wouldn’t cripple me. Fix was my anchor to sanity, to safety, and to my very self. A dark, sinister smile etched itself into his face, and I braced myself for what was to come. He stepped around me, and I closed my eyes as he stroked a finger down the length of my spine.
“Your skin is like warm silk.” His warm breath skated over the back of my neck, and I embraced the cool shiver that chased its way after his finger, down my back. “Like smooth, perfect silk. Flawless. So fucking beautiful. Your ass is divine.” He cupped my right buttock as he spoke, squeezing it hard. “Your tits…” He moved closer, his chest brushing up against my back, and I felt his full, sensuous lips move as he spoke into my hair. “I think about your tits all the time, Sera. I imagine my dick between them. I think about grinding my hips, thrusting my cock up between them, very slowly, and your tongue…fuck. I think about that perfect little tongue of yours licking at the tip of my cock as I do it.” He slipped his hands between my ribcage and my arms, reaching around my body, so that he was cupping my breasts, and I fought to stay upright as he pinched and rolled my already stiffened, sensitive nipples.
He was hard. Really fucking hard. His cock butted up against my behind through his pants as he tilted his hips forward. He was showing me what lay in store for me, reminding me, and the deluge of images, sensation and desire that swept over me made me cry out.
His hands traveled down, over my torso, over my stomach, and then Fix was dipping his fingers even lower, between my legs. “I think about this most of all,” he growled into my ear. “Your pretty pink cunt. Your delicate pussy lips. The bud of your swollen clit. How wet you get. How wetImake you. It drives me to fucking distraction.”
I gasped as he curled his fingers upward, sliding them inside me. Not very deep. Just deep enough that I began to pant. Rhythmically, he pumped his fingers in and out, teasing me, and I couldn’t keep myself still anymore. I rocked myself against his hand, panting out shallow breaths.
“You want more?” Fix murmured. His voice was laden with his own lust, the burning need roughening his tone as he slowly licked at my neck. God. It felt so good being in his arms, having him holding me, tasting me, teasing me with the tips of his fingers.
“Yes,” I answered. “I want…more.”
“So greedy. So eager. Your body’s mine to direct. Mine to conduct. Mine to pleasure. Mine to possess. Agreed?”
“Yes.”
“Always?”
“Fuck. Yes, Fix. Always.”
“Then get on your hands and knees.”
I dropped to the floor like a stone, without even the faintest question or afterthought.
“Ass in the air for me, Angel,” Fix rumbled. “Show me. I want to see.”
For such a long time, sex had been taboo to me. It had taken years for me to overcome the fucked up things that had happened to me in my youth. A lot of people in my position might never have been able to even have sex again, but I’d railed against that notion. If I’d refrained from sex, I would have been denying myself my own right to pleasure, and I had refused to do that. I would have been giving power to those who had sought to steal it from me forever. When I’d moved to Seattle, I’d met guys and I’d taken them home.I’dfuckedthem.I’d demanded control, respect and submission from them, to prove to myself that I was the one with all the power. Gareth had enjoyed the novelty of being owned by a woman at first, but the shine had soon worn off. He’d tried to forcemeinto submission, and it hadn’t gone well for either of us.
This, with Fix, though? This was different. Everything was different with him. We were constantly warring with each other for dominance, but when I handed myself over to him, it didn’t feel like I was losing anything. It felt like I was gaining something: the ability to trust. And being able to trust him was far more precious to me than my need to feel like I was his master.
I spread my legs for him, and his tortured groan sent sparks of heat hurtling through me like the beginnings of a wild fire.
“Fuck, Sera. I can’t wait to sink my dick inside you. I’m going to make you scream first, though. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers. I want to feel your body shake.”
He was between my legs before I could pant out a response. His tongue was hot and insistent as he laved at me from behind, his fingers teasing and stroking at me. I tensed as he gently rubbed at my ass.
“You think I’m going to hurt you?” he rasped.
“No. I just…” I didn’t know how to explain myself to him. If he knew how violently I’d had to fight to prevent anyone from ever taking me there, he’d avoid the area like it was radioactive. But I didn’t want that. I wanted the pleasure and the enjoyment he’d promised when he’d spoken about ass play before. And, beyond that, I didn’t want him treating me as if I was a breakable, fragile thing that needed to be handled with extreme caution.
“Relax, Sera,” he murmured, stroking his tongue over my core again. “You have nothing to fear from me. I’ll claim you. I’ll explore every single inch of your body, but I willneverdo anything to hurt you.”
He was telling the truth; his honesty resounded in the depths of his words like a struck bell. I believed him. And, more importantly, I wanted to give him all of my fear, my doubts and my shame. He was capable of eradicating it, cleansing me and washing me clean, until there was nothing left but want and desire.
He was the architect of my ecstasy…and if I didn’t give him the permission he needed to build on that, I was only limiting myself. It took effort, but I wrestled my body into a calm, peaceful place, and slowly my muscles unknotted themselves.
“Good girl. That’s fucking perfect,” he said, running his hand slowly over the curve of my ass cheek. He rubbed in circles, until I felt myself soothed, melting under his touch. “That’s my good girl,” he breathed. “Such a good girl.”
Soon, I was rocking my hips again, struggling to keep myself from falling apart as he worked at me with his mouth and his hands. I sucked in a surprised breath as he licked upwards, over my ass, but I didn’t shy from the contact this time. I reveled in the heat and the undeniable pleasure as he flicked his tongue. My clit throbbed as he slowly pushed his fingers inside me.
