Page 42 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

Carver chuckled as I scowled, refusing to track his movements while he disappeared somewhere behind me again. When he came back, he was carrying something large and brown with a curved top. I sneered at him. “You won’t be able to use those hands when I’m through.”

He positioned himself in front of me and pushed the wooden structure into my stomach. “Lay over it. Now.”

I narrowed my eyes, but reached my hands over to the other side and leaned on the surface that smelled like it had been sterilized. As I tried to settle onto it, a wet spot cooled my heated cheek, confirming he’d just cleaned it.

I could hear the grin on his face as he said, “You look better on it than Bee’s saddle does.”

Saddle?

“I’m going to scoot you higher so you can straddle the saddle rack. I need that soaking pussy raised.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will be. Over and over, without the release you need.” He gripped my waist anyway and lifted my body as much as he could with the ropes that had slipped from my calves and had moved down to my ankles.

My pussy throbbed as I slid over the smooth surface.

Something heavy landed over my back in an instant, spanning the middle, then cinching.

I could only see leather straps, but gasped as it tightened around me.

Pinpricks covered my skin all over again as I tried to move. Fury took over when I realized I couldn’t. “You’re strapping me here?!”

“With the way I’m about to fuck your ass, I don’t want you to fall over.” The grating of his zipper spiked my adrenaline. My palms turned damp as I gripped the wooden edge, trying to keep my body steady.

A cap popped open, and then Carver spread my ass cheeks right before something wet dripped over my skin—lube, I realized. I may not have been having sex for all those years, but I’d learned a few things from the internet, and Sophia never shied away from telling me about her evenings out.

He rubbed the lube along my backend, and when something warm and firm nudged the back of my thigh, I went still.

“Relax. It will hurt less.” Less?

“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me,” I reminded him.

“I don’t, but I can’t change the fact that you haven’t done this before. Selfishly, I’m glad you haven’t.”

“What…what about the piercings?”

His thick cock slapped down on my ass cheek. “Tell me why you didn’t sleep with anyone else for all the years we were apart and I’ll remove them.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then this will hurt more than it normally would, I imagine.”

I pinched my eyes closed and bit my tongue, counting down to when he’d stop waiting for me to answer him.

Three, two…one…

He slapped my ass, and I shrieked at the stinging pain. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the pain.” I wasn’t going to answer that, either. “Suit yourself, sweetheart.” He chuckled and pushed his finger into me without warning. I winced and gripped the wood so hard, it creaked.

And then, something hard and cold slid down from where his finger was.

“I brought your new favorite toy, too. I feel like I got robbed of watching you drip all over it when that bitch decided to taunt you to high hell.”

That could only be one of two things, and for some reason, both made me moan at simply the thought. And then he pushed it into my pussy. The shape, the slight curve at the end that Carver angled in ways that made my body turn to putty in his hands—

His knife.

He was fucking me with his knife.

“That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good, Ly.” The hilt slid in and out with little resistance. God, I was soaked, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. Could I go on like this for the rest of the night?

His finger slid back inside my ass, then another. Carver worked his knife and fingers into a rhythm that was building me right back up again.

“Car, please, let me come. I can’t do this . ”

“You can beg me all night long, but you know what I want to hear.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “You don’t understand.”

“Make me.”

“I—” I choked on the words, my body wanting nothing more than to tumble over the edge. I shifted my hips, trying to get into the right position to use what he was already doing to me to the fullest. If only…

I swiveled my hips more, seeking the pressure I needed on my clit by using the wooden stand in my favor. Carver murmured curses, and I hoped he was too lost in the way I was taking his knife and fingers to notice that I was getting myself close to what he promised to keep me from.

Screw words. They’d never helped me before.

Right as my body was humming, ready to explode, he pulled the knife from my pussy. The loss made me whimper until the blade slid over my lower back.

“Ly, Ly, Ly.” I stopped moving, my pulse thrumming hard with the desire to come and the knowledge that one move would cut into my skin.

“The show you’re putting on for me, trying to make yourself come when I said you couldn’t, I have to admit, is making my cock even harder.

” He roughly smacked my ass, and I whimpered.

“Not exactly what you were goin’ for, is it? ”

I continued holding my tongue as my mind raced.

Okay, Lyra. Think.

Begging to get me off wasn’t working and trying to do it myself was too obvious. But maybe if I could flip it all to his needs, make him want to see me come, it might just—

“You remember last night when I was buried deep inside this perfect pussy of yours?” he asked, apparently one step ahead of me.

“Mhm,” I let out weakly, my core aching at the reminder.

“Those little whimpering sounds you made when you choked my cock with each orgasm?”

“Yes,” I whispered, silently cursing myself for ever leaving the bed this morning.

“You remember feeling my cum leak and pool between your pretty thighs? How it felt riding me, digging your nails into my skin? And don’t get me started on how red and sore your nipples were from my mouth.”

Fuck .

He reached over my body, keeping the knife loosely over my back as he gripped my chin, forcing my head to crane to the side and back uncomfortably. My gaze caught on the tilt of his lips, the pure enjoyment lighting up his eyes while the shadows played over his lowered lids.

Car was a monstrous, gorgeous man who’d told me he’d spent years imagining me while he was with every woman he’d slept with since. He admitted his faults. He admitted he loved me.

But every time I thought about that night, my mind shut down, leaving my heart to lead with whatever was left.

Normally, that was anger.

But right now, I just wanted him to kiss me. Hold me. Tell me he loved me while doing all those depraved things he just said while calling me his wife.

His voice came out gritty and low, almost desperate as he said, “Just tell me, sweetheart. Give me something .”

Some form of autopilot in my brain answered for me. “I can’t.”

He stared back at me, any sign of hope fleeing from his face. Then, he released my chin slowly like his fingers were extending the time for me to give a different answer.

An answer no one, not even myself, was ready to voice aloud.

He lifted my hips and slid my balled-up, shredded shirt between the top of the saddle stand and my pelvis, taking away any hope of using the wood to my advantage.

“Keep holdin’ on. This will hurt.” I didn’t know if he meant to my words or to the saddle stand but I did both, because, what other option did I really have? I still wanted him, and maybe giving him pieces of my physical self would be enough to keep him from asking again.

I hoped.

He laid the knife flat on my back, then a rough hand exposed me further to him.

More lube slid over my skin, and I took that time to peer at him over my shoulder.

He tossed the bottle to the floor, his other hand fisting his cock as he stepped in closer.

The loops of his jeans grated against my sensitive thighs, and I held my breath right as the tip of his cock hit my backend.

“Last shot, sweetheart.”

I blinked at him and shook my head.

He started slowly, but didn’t stop as he pushed past all the ways my body tensed, making me scream out in pain. My fingernails clawed into the wood, trying to direct the pain elsewhere, but it was useless.

“Fucking hell.” He gripped my hips as he pulled out, then thrust back in without mercy.

His jeans slipped lower, brushing against my skin with each thrust like my senses. The pain barreled through in waves, yet the softness of his hands on my waist and the way he wasn’t causing me pain anywhere else eased the tension in my body.

“Relax a little more for me. Breathe. Please.” His tone soothed me, though his hips kept bucking in and out, hard and slow.

I did as he said, taking in a deep breath, fighting through the pressure.

“ Fuck, that’s perfect, baby. Just like that.

” He stopped in the middle of pulling back out and thrust his fingers inside my pussy, forcing a guttural moan from my lips.

The second he removed his fingers again and reached beneath me, I tried angling and shifting my hips, hoping he was going where I thought he was.

“ Ohmyfuckinggod, Car .”

“Your body is singin’ for me, sweetheart.” He rubbed tight circles around my clit, allowing the pain to subside faster than I believed possible, bringing my body a level of pleasure I also never thought possible.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, and to my surprise, he listened. He used my arousal to circle my sensitive bud, getting me so close to release, it was maddening.

Carver groaned as he thrust forward again, his cock hardening so much, the barbells were becoming more evident. That could only mean—

His fingers dug into my hips as his thrusts grew manic, skin slapping against skin creating obscenely sexy echoes as he came, filling me like he said he would.

A wave of disappointment hit me as Carver slowly pulled out, leaving me a wanting mess.

“That was one, Mrs. Roland.” He spread my cheeks and chuckled. “And I’m already hard again watching my cum drip out of you. How many can you take before you give me what I want?”