Page 62 of Loving the Tormentor

He runs the ridge between my lips, taps my clit with his tip, and says, "I'm waiting."

"I-I…" Shit, what am I supposed to say? "I'm scared of having something around my neck."

"That's cheating. I already knew it. Try again." I can hear his own lust as he rubs his dick through my wetness, driving me insane. But he doesn't approach my entrance.

"Fine," I whimper. "I…um…" I can't focus, too taken by the pleasure out of reach. "Someone breaking into my house. I'm scared if I don't know who's at my door."

I moan when he starts pushing inside me. "Very good. Keep going," he orders calmly without moving an inch.

"Fuck!" I snap. The pleasure of having him barely in and unmoving is driving me completely insane. "Achilles, please."

"Keep sharing your deepest fears, and I'll give you what you need."

"Masks." I try to breathe through the need.

"Masks?"

I nod against the sheets, feeling how sweaty I'm getting. "The…the…those skull balaclava types of masks. I hate them. They terrify me."

I can feel the need for explanation oozing out of him, but he holds back, not pushing. Even thinking about them freezes my blood, sending flashes through my psyche.

Any sort of panic is cut short by burning pleasure as he pushes farther into me.

"Oh God," I tremble, my pussy squeezing around him. "More…"

"Keep going,mon trésor." He caresses the side of my neck with his thumb while still holding me down, and I shiver with pleasure. "You're being so good for me."

"My dad's debts, losing hearing in my other ear," I pant, out of control as he starts fucking me, harder every time I share something new that terrifies me. "Being blindfolded. Sh-shit."

I moan so loudly, I'm worried Wren and Peach will hear me next door.

His thrusts become harsh, pushing me deeper into my submission.

"I'm going to…to come. Fuck, please don't stop."

"Give me one more," he growls, losing control over his own body and yet playing mine like an instrument.

"Jail!" I scream as I start to unravel.

"That's it. Give me what I need. Come hard while you're thinking of how I could use all of these against you."

There's no right and wrong in my mind anymore, just pure euphoria. I explode powerfully, my vision growing fuzzy at the edges, and instead of letting me go, he brings his free hand to my clit, stroking me and doubling the pleasure. My entire body trembles and tenses as he accelerates, fucking me as if his life depends on it, and another orgasm crashes through me as he explodes inside me.

He lands on his back at my side, panting, his black hair sticking to his forehead. My eyelids are heavy as a minute of silence passes.

Bringing his hand to my cheek, he caresses my hair out of my face as I finally lay down fully on my stomach, legs still shaky from our session.

"I wonder how long it's been since your boyfriend has seen you this satisfied."

Never. But do not tell him that.

My eyes shut, and I struggle to blink them back open. "You said you wouldn't tell Chase anything," I whisper.

"I won't." But that small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth inspires no trust, and my stomach twists with anxiety.

That's one fear I didn't share with him. My own boyfriend.

His eyes dart to the music sheets under my head. They must be messy and crumpled from me being fucked on them, but he doesn't seem to care. There's adoration sparking in his eyes when he looks at me again, the steel not so cold anymore.