Page 138 of On Edge

When he eventually shifts me onto my back, it’s uncomfortable with my hands tied behind. His green eyes glitter in the low light as he takes me in.

“Troy, can you untie me now?”

I try to pull my hands free, wanting not to be in such an awkward position, to touch him like he’s doing to me, but whatever knot he’s tied tightens. He straddles me, eyes dark, gazing down like I’m prey that he’s hogtied. I can feel his length solid against my bare crotch as he sits on me. My arms and wrists ache, though the pulse between my legs aches more.

“No. I can’t, little finch.”

“But it’s uncomfortable.”

He looms over, his breath on my neck as he kisses me where he bit my ear earlier. “If I untie you, I’ll be worse. This way, you can’t run.”

“I won’t run.”

“No.” He licks my neck. “You won’t.”

He takes something out of his pocket. My heart speeds up when I see what it is, glinting in the light of flames—a long, thin, silver razor.

I can’t breathe. I can’t move. But then I’m struggling even more. Fear swirls in my gut, but then something darker makes every muscle clench, and my core tightens involuntarily.

“No. Don’t struggle.” His voice is firm but not harsh. He places his large hand on my belly, and electricity thrums through every nerve ending. I go very still. “I might cut you by accident.”

I stay very still as he moves the blade down his shirt, snipping off the buttons as he goes.

Pop, pop, pop. And then slicing the material—snip, snip.

Until there’s nothing left of the expensive garment. Nothing but luxurious rags. His mouth curves as he takes me in. I stay still long after he puts the blade down, breathing in and out, poised on the edge of uncertainty.

Troy’s hand moves between my legs, stroking me until I’m all but undone. “Fuck, you’re soaking.”

He slips inside one, two fingers, and delves deep. I give a soft moan, unable to help myself, opening my legs to let him in. “Such a good girl for me.”

Heat blooms across my skin, and he continues to thrust in and out, the intensity building to the point I can’t deal with it anymore.

“That turned you on, didn’t it? Do you want more?”

I nod. “Please.”

He smirks, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, ducking lower. His breath and lips tickle my inner thigh as he kisses there. “You kill me, little finch. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He bites the soft part of my inner thighs so that I moan. And then his mouth is between my legs, sucking and licking, assaulting my clit in a steady rhythm until I’m crying out.

“Oh, Troy.”

He chuckles, breath warm on my sensitive parts. “I love seeing you like this. I love hearing you say my name. I want you to fucking scream it when I make you come.”

The pleasure builds as he devours me like something delicious to be savoured. Going slow, making languid strokes in and out and around, driving me to insanity. I struggle to free myself, but I’m tied too tightly, not that my arms hurt anymore at this angle.

“Please. I want?—”

“What do you want to do, my little finch? My tongue inside you?”

Yes. Please. I need it.But the words sound strange in my head. As his teeth rake my tender parts, everything throbs, the orgasm building until I’m almost there. I can’t respond, especially when I’m shaking and breathless.

He stops. “Beg me. I want to hear it.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”