Page 177 of Drown Like Heaven
But he didn’t listen to my whining, pulling my shorts off as slow as possible. The steady drag of his knuckles down the length of my legs was agonizing. The sound of the glass shattering in his kitchen played over again in my mind, my soul tearing.
Torn between never and now.Never let me go. Let me go now.
He’d seen my loneliness, and I needed him buried in me as badly as I needed to be lost in him. His forest was vast, unable to be navigated, and my jagged devotion longed for that. Surrounded by endless trees, I could be alone, but neverlonely.
Micah finally slipped my shorts off my feet, then spread my legs. I still hadn’t moved an inch. All I could do was stay where he’d put me, my chest heaving, my breasts aching. It was humiliating how quickly my body submitted to him. Each and every thought in my skull that wasn’t about Micah dissolved, replaced only by this delirious need for him.
He smelledso good.
It was strange how similar it felt to Mason’s scent. Like I could get turned on just from breathing him in.
I don’t know how to handle either of them.
“Do you see how easy you are to read?” he questioned, eyes roaming over my nakedness. “How quickly you’d unravel if I wanted?”
I moved to cross my arms over my chest, to cover my tits while my face burned with embarrassment, but Micah grabbed my wrists and held my arms out wide. His palms were warm, his weight solid.
“Did I say you could fucking move?”
“No,” I choked out.
“So don’t.” He released my wrists, my bones throbbing with dull pain where he’d gripped me. I wanted more. “Do you remember when I told you there is no kinder side of me to uncover? When I told you I wasn’t going to be gentle with you?” He leaned closer, his breath warm on my cheek, still damp with tears. “I don’t think you believed me,” he whispered.
A pitiful whimper escaped me, a terrified little noise. Micah’s eyes darkened.
He looked…mean.
He looked like a genuine sadist, and it stole the air from my lungs. I’d never been quite so afraid of him as I was now, never quite so hopelessly attracted. My blood pumped brutally in my veins, my lungs crushed with invisible pressure. The sound of my heartbeat in my ears drowned out all coherent thought as Micah grabbed the bundles of rope.
He unwound them efficiently, laying them out on the bed next to me. It felt fucking ominous.
But I didn’t say anything, nor did I move.
My legs were still spread to accommodate his powerful body crouched on the bed between them, and I couldfeelmyself getting wetter, more needy. Warm liquid trickled down towards the crease of my ass and I sucked my bottom lip betweenmy teeth, hating how much I loved his cruelty.Hurt me. Devastatingly. Irreversibly.
Micah took his time tying both my wrists and both my ankles to the posts of his bedframe, not speaking while he worked. I’d never been tied up before—not anything close to this, anyway.
I could see the thick outline of his erection through his pants, see the muscles rippling in his forearms as he constructed each precise knot.
With all my limbs tied tight to the bed, I was almost entirely immobilized. A sacrifice laid on the altar, ready to be split open and consumed.
He skimmed his fingertips up my inner thigh, barely brushing my pussy before removing his touch entirely.
“Micah,” I whined.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t start complaining just yet.” He leaned over the bed, pressing his mouth to mine, hot and insistent, as he palmed my breast. “You’re going to beg me, and hate yourself for it. That’s the part I enjoy.”
Then he stood up, leaving me shaking and breathless.
My scared eyes followed him around the room, watching him grab a black shopping bag from a drawer in his dresser, watching him drop it on the bed. My heart was pounding too hard, too fast.
He pulled a box out of the shopping bag—a vibrator. I had to assume it was new, because it didn’t seem like it’d been used. He took it out of the packaging, switched it on. A quiet buzz cut through the room, making my pulse thrum all the harder.
“You have one of these at your place?” he asked.
I nodded, practically melting into the bed.
“Have you ever thought about me when you used it?”
