Page 54 of Cedar Edge
I feel the sharp point of the knife press into my inner thigh seconds before his mouth is on the wound to soothe it. He does it two more times before he discards the blade and I feel his mouth wrap around my clit. Fear ratches through me as I my body spirals tight and I realize with unrelenting certainty that he is about to make me cum and with that same level of certainty I know if I do so without his permission that will be the end of this game.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop!” I sob.
Ace pauses. “And you don’t want to cum?”
“I do! But you haven’t told me I can!”
His tongue licks around my clit again. “You truly are perfect for me Thea, you can cum my good girl.” He pushes the vibrator in deeper, the toy stroking the space inside the shoots sparks through my body as he wraps his lips over my clit and sucks. I cum on a violent wave of ecstasy. My body tumbling over the edge with no hope of survival as he drags the pleasure from me over and over again.
“Ace! Oh my god yes! Please don’t stop!” And he doesn’t stop, not until I’m squirming and edging to the point of pain from being oversensitive. When he finally pulls back my whole body sags with relief, legs splayed open with the toy still shoved deep within me. He doesn’t give me long to relax before he’s dragging the device from my pussy and sliding his cock home. I grunt at the intrusion as Ace curses.
“God damn it Thea, your so fucking tight and wet.” He thrusts slowly, the moves almost calculated before he’s ripping the blind fold from my face. “Need to see your face while I fuck you.”
My eyes blink against the lights as he starts to piston his hips. I jerk against the restraints, my hands needing to feel him as he hovers above me. “Hands.” I whimper. “Please Ace, I need to touch you.” It’s not a safeword, it’s just a request, one hecould deny. And as he fucks me over and over again I wonder if perhaps he will indeed deny me the request.
And then his hand is lifting to the cuffs and he’s unbinding me, my hands finding purchase behind his neck as I drag him towards my lips. We crash into one another, the feeling cataclysmic.
My mouth pulls free of his only for it to land on the juncture of his neck and my teeth to bite down. He cries out against the feeling, his hips stuttering and cock jerking inside me. “Oh fuck Thea do it again, I’m going to cum.”
Without thought I do it again, harder this time, until the metallic taste fills my mouth and I’m crying out from my own sudden orgasm as he spills deep inside me. If he was exorcising my demons with the tip of his blade I was using his blood and cum as the holy communion to purge my soul of Royce.
Fall
Chapter Twenty-Two
“You must remember that poisoning is always concealed and deliberate. It is a crime that is not done in a moment of passion, or on an impulse. It is a crime that must be planned.”
-Justice William Windeyer, Central Criminal Court Sydney, summing up the Dean case, April 6, 1895-
Thea
Cedar Edge smelled, and looked like, fall. It was the perfect crisp morning with falling leaves and as I sipped my Pumpkin Chai I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my red painted lips. Things had been good lately, really good. Royce hadn’t made any more appearances and my life with the boys was finally starting to feel normal. I wasn’t jumping at every sound or on edge constantly anymore. Even my nightmares were few and far between.
The garden Ace had created for me was officially transitioning to fall and thus I had stopped into the library finally to grab some books on how to care for some of the more delicate plants as the weather grew colder. The librarian was no longer Miss Celia, which had made me sad, and while the newone seemed no nonsense she was oddly helpful in finding not only books I used to read but getting me new ones. We had formed a strange friendship, I like to think, over the past few weeks and I was starting to enjoy the idea of having two female friends.
“I swear to god I’m never running the Halloween Carnival again.” Athena dropped herself down on the chair opposite mine, placing her own coffee on the metal table. Today she wore a dark green wig that cascaded down her back in long ringlet curls. Her clear hazel eyes seemed to glitter with the flecks of gold that the mid morning sunshine sparked.
“But who would give it the artful taste of spooky that it needs?” I tease playfully.
She rolls her eyes dramatically, and takes a long sip of her black coffee, because Athena Gold would never be caught dead ruining a good cup of bean water with cream (her words not mine). “Seriously T, I’m so fucking over the bullshit of this town.”
As if summoned by her words a dark shadow passes over the table. The scent of motor oil and exhaust sweeping over us. “Spitfire.” The deep rumble of Ghost’s voice accompanies the scent.
My friend tenses immediately but I don’t miss the flush that seems to creep up her neck and into her cheeks.
“What do you want, Thane?” She snaps.
The biker smiles, two dimples popping up as he does. “Just swinging by to remind you that the boys and I will be around for security this evening.”
She blinks several times before offering a smile that is anything but warm and welcoming. “Lovely. So when I want to get railed tonight I’ll have my pick of the litter.”
Ghost tenses, violence moving through his eyes as he leans down closer to her. “If you need that pink little pussy to get fucked it’ll be my cock doing it. Understand me?”
Tension crackles between them in the air and I can’t help but squirm and feel as though I’m invading something rather personal. Athena’s eyes seem to light with fire as she practically hisses at the man. “I’d rather fuck my god damn fingers than your cock again.”
The biker pulls back with a dark chuckle. “Oh you’ll be bouncing on my cock again, spitfire. But until then I’ll let you use your fingers.” He winks at her and only just misses getting her coffee splattered all over him as he steps back. He raises his hands up in a playful surrender. “Nice to see you again, Thea.” He shoots my way before meandering away from us.
My eyes are wide as saucers as I glance back to my friend. “Don’t fucking ask.” She snaps before looking at the spilled coffee with longing.
