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Chapter twenty-nine

Cecilia

Hey, Daddy.

~ Two Months Later / September ~

Something’s happening. I’m not sure what, but I feel... something. I was having a beautiful dream where I was lying on a beach, alone. Bathing in the sun, the warm sand beneath my skin, the sound of water lapping against the shoreline.

My eyes are closed, but I can hear everything, smell everything. Feel everything. Everything was normal, I was enjoying my sun-soaking moment, then something changed. The air shifted.

A breeze picks up, pebbling my skin with goosebumps, the little hairs along my body standing on end.

It’s not one of those winds that constantly sweeps your hair around, making you brush it away every few seconds.

No, this change of atmosphere is delicate and soft.

It’s intriguing. I want this, I want to feel it.

The way it caresses my skin, kisses my body. I want more, I need more.

Suddenly, it’s not only the air but the sand, too. It begins to crawl up my legs from my ankles, prickling its way higher and higher. It grazes along my calves to the outside of my thighs. I feel it climbing over my hipbones, my waist. Enough gathers together to form weight there.

It’s not alone. Somehow the shore has reached me, droplets appearing on my flesh. Then a river forms between the valley of my legs, licking up the inside of my thighs. The water is cold, yet my skin warms to its touch.

My body grows heavy. I want to move away, stop the wetness from reaching me. But it drags me back down, putting me under its spell. Murmuring my name, telling me I like this, that I want this. And suddenly, I give up the fight, I let it hit me. I let it wrap me in its grasp.

The soft strokes of water abruptly turn into rapids at the head of the river. They fight against my junction, slapping and splashing. It’s trying to enter me. I try to stop it, but I can’t.

The grains of sand hold me down, pressing me further into the ground. Something’s coming. The wind picks up, a storm; I can feel it growing. Making its way to me, gaining on me.

I need to get away, I need to break free, but I don’t know how. The shore hits me harder, washing away at me repeatedly, vigorously. I try to move, my head swinging from side to side, my back arching off the ground. But its grip—it’s too strong. It won’t let me go.

“Stop,” I tell it. “Let me go!” My hands dig into the sand at my hips as I try to wipe it away, but it just keeps coming back.

“NO!” it shouts back and captures my hands. The sand climbs over my wrists and traps them, too.

Oh, God! The storm, it’s here. It’s about to fall on me. It’s going to swallow me whole, and there’s nothing I can do. The waves thrash at my core violently as I watch the sky turn black. It’s about to touch me, I can’t see anything.

Everything gets stronger. The weight of the sand, the sound of the storm, the water smashing so hard the sensation turns to needles, stinging me over and over again. I whimper and cry, begging for it to stop, but it won’t. My body is overheating, I’m sweating from the fight. I’m about to burst.

A wave rolls its way to me, growing bigger and bigger. It’s too powerful, there’s no way I can stop it. My body shakes the closer it gets. I try to kick it away, to block its path, but there’s no hope.

It crashes into me, penetrating my body as I scream. I look up to the black clouds just as lightning falls from the sky, striking my body and shattering me into a million little pieces.

I wake with a gasp, my eyes shooting open as I pant loudly. My whole body is trembling uncontrollably as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I feel dazed, like I’m floating on a cloud, my flesh tingling everywhere. The intense ringing in my ears slowly decreases until it vanishes altogether.

“Good morning, my beautiful Minnie,” Silas says with a roguish smirk as he kisses the inside of my thigh and makes his way up my body.

He settles himself between my legs, flexing his hips into me and making his cock rub over my sensitive bud. I moan loudly, and his tongue licks over my neck, teeth nipping my jaw.

“That was you?” It comes out breathy, my voice still not having regained its strength.

He chuckles into my ear. “Who else have you been dreaming about, naughty girl?”

“No one, I was on the beach... Jesus, I’ll never be able to sit on a beach ever again.”

“Mmm, that good?” He grinds against me a little harder, the head of his length piercing into me, but just as quickly retreating.

I whimper. “So good. I need you, Silas.”

“I need you too, baby. I’ve been dying for you.” He takes my mouth, sucking on my tongue and nibbling my bottom lip. I can still taste myself on him. I love how we taste together. I lift my hips against him, enticing him to push inside.

“Then take what you need from me,” I whisper against his soft lips.

In an instant, he flies off me and flips me over onto all fours. Silas grabs my hand and places it above the bedframe, then does the same with the other. “Do not fucking let go, Cecilia. Do you understand me?”

Oh, the beast is out to play, I love this wild side of his. Most nights, we make love or we fuck. But every so often, he becomes this uncontrollable caveman who has no mercy and uses my body for his own gain.

“I understand.”

He positions himself behind me and yanks my head back by my hair, wrapping it around his fist. “If it’s too much, you tell me to stop, and I will.”

I’m about to reply when he pushes into me with such force I scream. The propelling motion of my body causes my grip to slip from the headboard before I can catch myself.

A hand comes down to my ass with a deafening SMACK, burning my skin instantly. A loud gasp emits from my throat as I try to absorb the pain.

“I told you not to let go,” he says as he gives a quick, sharp tug of my hair to gain my attention.

I bring my hand back up to where he positioned it and white-knuckle the frame. I wish he had tied me up instead, it would be a lot easier. “I’m sorry.”

He withdraws completely and slams back into me. I cry out once more. Oh, God. He’s so big I can feel him everywhere as he spears me, splitting me in half. This time, he doesn’t pull away again, instead power drills into me like a madman.

Nothing is registering, I’m gasping for air, clawing at the headboard. Screaming, moaning, and whimpering while my body endures this savage assault. I love this.

He smacks my ass cheek once more, and I wail, dropping my head between my arms when he loosens his hold on my hair. “I didn’t let go.” I mewl out.

“I know, baby. But I just love seeing your skin turn red.” He bends and kisses between my shoulder blades, then returns to his upward position and with the same hand slaps my other cheek .

“FUCK!” I let go of the bedframe without thinking and slap the wall, needing to do something with myself. It’s when I see my hand on the wall that I realize my mistake. Oh no...

I’m about to put my hand back, hoping he hasn’t noticed, but I’m too late. He regrips my hair to the point of pain and pulls back hard, forcing my back to arch inwards as I basically look up at the ceiling.

I hear the swoosh of his hand before it falls back down against my skin at high speed. He does it repeatedly, switching globes between each blow.

“Oh, God! Silas, please!” I’m begging as tears fall from my eyes. As painful as this is, my body responds to him. My wetness drips down our thighs, and I shake violently, my arms on the verge of giving out. I’m delirious, my mind going completely blank.

I hear Milo whining and clawing at the door, trying to come to my rescue. “It’s okay, buddy. Mommy and Daddy are just having a bit of fun,” Silas grunts out as he continues to fuck me viciously.

He stops hitting me and rubs my flaming flesh. Letting go of my hair, he grabs my wrists, removing my hands from the board and placing them on the bed. He pulls out of me completely, then picks up my body and places me on my back.

Silas grabs his shaft, lines himself up to my entrance, and plows in. His hand comes up to wrap around my throat and squeezes slightly. Not enough to cut my air supply, but enough for my brain to react.

He fucks me hard, thrusting in and out with ferocious power. His thighs constantly hit my burning skin, sending electric shocks up my body. My brain has turned to mush while I mumble incoherent words.

He lowers his body to mine, keeping his hand on my throat while he kisses my tears away, then my neck. “You took my hand so well, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

I tremble in his hold. “I love you, Silas,” I whimper softly.

He kisses my lips once then murmurs against them, “I love you too, baby. Now come for me. Show me what a good girl you are and come all over my cock.”

His hand leaves my neck and snakes down between our bodies, brushing his fingers over my clit a few times, then pinches my bud hard. I come apart, crying into his mouth as he swallows every sound.

My body convulses and squeezes around him, causing him to erupt, shooting deep within me. His grunts and groans mix in with my cries and moans. Our animalistic sounds fill the room and echo around us.

When we both come back down to earth, Silas rolls us over until he’s on his back, and I lie on his chest. He kisses my forehead and passes his fingers through my hair tenderly, his semi-hard dick still lodged inside of me.

“I’m sorry if I was too hard on you,” he whispers into my hair.

“I like it when you’re rough with me. Although I may regret it for the next week when I can’t sit down at work.” I giggle against his chest.

Just then, my phone vibrates on the nightstand. Silas slips out of me as I turn and crawl over to it, too weak to do anything else. “Oh, shit. I have to get ready.” I jump off the bed and rush to the bathroom.

“Ready? Ready for what? Where are you going?” Silas asks, pushing himself up onto his hands.

“Clay’s on his way to pick me up,” I say as I start the shower and hop in.