Page 75 of Dance of Thorns

“But more importantly,” I groan as she squeals and cries out beneath me, my fingers sinking into her, “the messy, drippy state of this greedy little hole tells me youlovebeing my little fuck toy. My eager littlepain slut.”

My hand crashes down on her bright red ass, two of my fingers reaming in and out of her greedy pussy. Wet, squelching sounds fill the bathroom, mixed with her aching, desperate little moans that Iknowshe’s trying to subdue.

Trying, and failing.

She’s still telling herself she shouldn’t want this. That she doesn’t crave this sort of touch.

But I’ve peered into every dark secret she has, opened every cupboard and looked under every floorboard. I know what’s behind every curtain, and where every fucking body is buried.

We haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of things she thinks she shouldn’t want but secretly yearns for.

My pulse thumps erratically in my veins as I grip her ass tightly. My fingers curl deep in her wet, needy cunt, stroking in and out as my other hand comes down repeatedly on her bright red butt.

“You belong tomenow,” I snarl, my cock pulsing against her stomach as she wriggles and arches against me. My fingers ram into her dripping pussy, scissoring inside her as she makes a mess of my hand. “And youdo notget to hurt or take away what’smine,” I bark coldly. “Do you fucking understand?”

She chokes out an unintelligible moan, nodding her head as her hair cascades over her face.

I sink a third finger into her, loving the way she jerks and quivers; the way her hot pussy clenches so fucking tight around my thrusting fingers. I bring my palm down yet again, spanking her assraw.

“Bane!!”

A broken, aching cry wrenches from her throat. The muscles of her back coil and tighten, her spine snapping straight as her legs kick, her toes curling and scraping against the floor. Her walls clench down tight around my invading fingers, squeezing the fuck out of them as she lets out a shattered scream.

I don’t slow down. I just keep finger-fucking her as she writhes and shrieks and comes all over my fingers.

Finally, I slow to a stop. But I keep my fingers deep inside her as I bring my palm down one last time across her bright red, tenderized ass, already bruising.

She whimpers, her voice breaking sweetly as she trembles and shakes in my lap. Slowly, I drag my slick, glistening fingers from her pink cunt. I scoop her up, feeling the way she quivers against me before I lower her into the tub.

The tension melts from her face. Suddenly, I cup her jaw firmly, lifting her chin and forcing her to look me in the eye.

“Open.”

She blushes, her eyes wide, as if she can’t quite believe what just happened. Then they lock with mine as she slowly opens her mouth.

My fingers glide over her tongue. Her face heats, and I know she can taste herself as I swirl my fingertips over it.

“I'll make this very clear, little bird,” I growl. I cup her jaw again, tracing a finger over her lips as our gazes lock. “You don’t get to take yourself away from me.”

17

DOVE

Something is seriouslywrong with me.

Understatement of the fucking century.

It’s not just the particularly violent and aggressive flavor of sex that I gravitate to, either. If it was just that, I could forgive myself or at least give myself a little grace there.

As dark as my kinks are, I’m not the only one in the world who has them.Lotsof people gravitate to free use, or CNC, or rape play. A lot of women who went through the sort of trauma I did, or far worse, will actively seek those sorts of fantasies out.

One of my therapists told me it’s a way for people to relive their trauma in a controlled way. It’s why safe words exist. Why “consensual” comes before “non-consent” in that particular kink.

So no, I don't think I’m broken because I wantfarfrom vanilla things in the bedroom.

I think I’m broken because ofwhoI’ve chosen as a partner. Out of all the people in the world, with Tinder, or FetLife, or anyof the other dozens of other options out there, I’ve ended up exploring them withBane.

I could say that he’s forcing me; that hemade mesign our fucking contract under pain of ruining my life. But after spilling my guts to Evelina the other night, that threat isn't so scary anymore.