Page 37 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

ANGéLICA

M y knees are starting to ache from being pressed into the hard floor. I rub my palm against my thigh, trying to soothe the chaotic tension building inside me. I’m not sure how long he’s left me here.

I’m antsy and desperate for something to take away the nerves, the noise in my head too damn loud for me to think. The quick orgasm Greyson gave me the minute we arrived has done nothing to put me at ease. If anything, I’m even more on edge.

I hadn’t expected Greyson to take me to a Parisian kink club.

I mistakenly assumed our date would be culinary-centered, sampling some French delicacies or undiscovered gastronomy treasures.

But when the door opened and I saw the menagerie of naked bodies finding pleasure in every way you can imagine, I could have kissed him for trusting me with such an intimate aspect of his life that’s entirely beyond the bounds of the kitchen.

Heaving a sigh, I close my eyes and focus on the sounds ricocheting through the room.

Moans, whimpers, and cries are all interspersed between sounds of metal, leather, and slick skin meeting skin.

It’s a seductive symphony that calls me to join the pandemonium erupting around me.

In spite of my uneasiness, I find that I’d very much like to try.

“Are you okay, angel?” comes a rich, sensual voice from beside me that I recognize all too well.

I keep my eyes closed. “Yes, Master Greyson.” The words send a ripple of heat coursing through my bloodstream. His answering groan as he laces his fingers through my curls tells me it affects him, too.

“Are you ready for me to make you hurt?”

Mierda , the rumble in his throat as he says it would have my panties soaked—if he hadn’t already left them on the floor beside a puddle of my cum. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you strapped in.” Strong hands take hold of my wrists and pull me to my feet. I blink up at him, dazed by the sight of his crystalline eyes looking so fierce as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Do you want to be blindfolded?” he asks, stroking his knuckles over my cheek. I lean into his touch like a desperate kitten in need of attention.

“Yes, Master Greyson.”

“I thought you might.” He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a wide strip of black silk. “Time to slip into the dark, angel.”

He fits the blindfold over my eyes, and instantly everything feels sharper—the warm bergamot and clove scent clinging to his skin, the clank of the cuffs on the cross as he prepares them, the tickle of the arousal dripping down my thighs.

Greyson turns me to face the cross and takes my wrists, kissing each of them before attaching them to the spread wooden beams. He handles my ankles next, raking his fingers down my thighs while fixing me to the cross.

His hand slides up between my spread legs and sinks into the wetness of my pussy.

He toys with me just enough to leave me aching before pulling away.

I can hear the distinctive sound of lips smacking and sucking, and a shiver runs through me at the thought of him lapping at my cum.

“You taste so sweet, angel,” he purrs. “After I’m done playing with you, I’m going to lick this greedy little cunt clean.

” I can’t stifle the whimper that escapes my throat, and he chuckles at how desperate I sound.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, naughty girl? ”

“Y-yes,” I moan, wishing his fingers were back inside me where they belong.

“You’ve got to earn it first.” He tugs on the restraints around my wrists. “How does it feel? Too tight or too loose?”

“It feels okay.”

“Good.” I feel him step away until I can’t sense where he’s standing anymore. “I’m going to hit you now. Do you want a warning tap, or shall I surprise you?”

A smile curls at my lips. “Surprise me.”

“Brave little ruin.”

I hear the crack of the whip before the leather hits my back and sends bursts of heat flickering across my skin. The pain is sweet and warm and comforting. I arch my back to meet the next lash as it dances through the air, the kiss of the leather brutal and loving at the same time.

He whips me again, and I balance on my tiptoes, my body too small to contain the extent of what I’m feeling right now.

I think I might explode with the fullness penetrating my core at every lash.

The following blow leaves me buckling, hanging in my restraints in the hopes that they have enough strength to hold me.

“Will you cry for me?” Greyson asks, punctuating his words with two swift swings of the whip.

“No.” I whimper softly as the next lash catches me around the hips and flicks across my belly.

It’s the first sound I’ve made since he started.

He puts a majority of his strength into consecutive blows that leave me panting.

My pussy is so gaping and wet I could probably take a whole fist inside me without even flinching .

“Will you scream for me?” His words are deep and coarse, the desperate rumble of them tugging at the need in my core until I’m sure to unravel. When I can’t summon the words to respond, he flicks the whip across my ass hard. “ Will you ?”

“Yes.” He whips me twice more, the lashes grazing low beneath the curve of my ass. I think I might come.

“Let me hear you sing, angel.” He sends a vertical lash of the whip between my spread thighs, leather biting my puffy folds and swollen clit, and I’m falling over the edge.

I obey his command, screaming like I’m being flayed alive as ecstasy sharp as a blade tears me into pieces.

A torrent of blows licks at my skin while I splinter over and over, my mind finally empty of anything but the warm haze of pleasure.

My bones are liquid by the time I’m spent, and I hang limp from the cuffs keeping me suspended above the ground.

I scream again when I feel the assault of lips on my pussy, the hot pressure of Greyson’s tongue painful and searing as he circles my too-sensitive clit. “Please,” I beg, trying to pull away or close my legs, but both attempts are useless. A sharp slap lands on my thigh, and I screech in surprise.

“Don’t deny me, little ruin,” Greyson growls before spearing his tongue inside me. “I told you I would devour this cunt after you took my whip, and you will not refuse me the fucking pleasure of having your cum coat my tongue.”

He sucks one of my lips into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the tender skin before switching to the other. And when his teeth graze my clit, it feels so good that pleasure starts to build inside me all over again.

“None of that,” he chides with a smack on my pussy when he feels me start to tense against him. “The next time you come is on my cock, angel. And I think I’ve waited long enough.”

His hands undo my restraints so quickly I’m afraid I might pass out with the sudden weight of my own body. Before I can fall, Greyson wraps me in his arms and carries me to something flat and cold and places me on my back. My hands are cuffed again, this time under me, but he leaves my ankles free.

“Remember that girl you liked watching get all her naughty holes stuffed full?” he hums against my ear.

“Y-yes,” I gasp, nervousness and excitement skating over my nerves.

“Did you imagine what it would feel like if it was you?”

I swallow hard and answer truthfully. “Yes.”

“Well I’m going to show you exactly what it feels like to choke on a cock while having your ass and cunt stretched wide open. Is that what you want, angel?”

I shouldn’t, but the words that spill out of my mouth are, “Yes, please.” I feel cold liquid slide down my crack.

Lube . My heart starts to race in panic even as my insides coil tight with need.

The sudden sensation of Greyson’s piercings sliding between my sensitive folds sends every thought in my head scattering away.

I spread myself wider, begging him to use me.

“Which hole do you want me in, angel?” he asks as he continues to tempt me with his cock so close to where I need it.

“Whichever you want to use, Master Greyson,” I answer breathlessly, feeling my ability to think flutter away at the touch of his cock.

“Good fucking answer,” he sighs, the words tinged with a mixture of pride and obvious arousal.

I don’t submit to his authority very easily in the kitchen, but for some reason, I’m drawn to surrender when he has his hands on my body.

He presses the pierced head of his cock against my asshole, and I can’t help but tense in response.

“Don’t run away, little ruin. Embrace it.

Take it and beg for more like you always do. ”

I let his commands spread over my body like a wave of calm. I focus on my lungs, inhaling in slow, deep breaths. I loosen my limbs and push against him rather than pulling away. I bear down against the pressure of his cock at my puckered hole, and slowly my body opens for him, welcoming him inside.

“There you go, angel. Look at your little hole gaping to take your master’s cock. You know who owns this ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master Greyson,” I answer, my cheeks flooding with heat as his filthy words tug right at my aching core.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he purrs. “I think you’ve earned this, too.” I feel a large, silicone dildo slide into my pussy, and suddenly I’m so full I can barely function.

“Grey,” I plead, too overwhelmed with pleasure to form any other response. And then the dildo starts to vibrate inside me. I cry out, the sensation of the vibrator massaging the thin layer of tissue separating Greyson’s cock from my pussy too much to handle. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“Yes, you can. You’re only at two out of three, angel. Time to open up that pretty mouth.” When I’m too overstimulated to obey, Greyson smacks his fingers against my cheek. “Open.”