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FOURTEEN

KEIRA

Easy to Love - Bryce Savage

I ’m barely hanging on to the conscious world around me. My entire body tingles, like a limb waking from sleep. But it’s my throbbing pussy that keeps me from blacking out entirely. I need to come. It’s the only thing I can focus on. Not the fact that we’ve stopped or what Harkin is saying. My body seeks friction against his leg as he does something above me. The rough fabric feels like heaven against my abused clit, and if I can just keep?—

The harsh slap comes down on my swollen sex, and I scream at the contact. Not from pain but frustration, from yet again being denied the pleasure my body is desperate to find by any means necessary.

Rough fingers grip my cheeks, directing my gaze up. “Don’t you dare try to steal your orgasms from me, little one. We’re nowhere near done with your punishment.”

His threat lands, and tears prick my eyes as I acknowledge I’m not coming anytime soon. Sometimes, I wonder if my stubbornness is worth the trouble it always causes. I could just spit out the rest of the truth behind my trip to the city. Yet, the devil on my shoulder eggs me on, trying to convince me that the pain and torture are worth the pleasure that eventually comes.

My raw wrists are gently placed in my lap. Harkin pulls my pants back into place and wraps me in my discarded jacket, zipping it up to keep my exposed flesh covered. He shoves the back door my body has been using for support open and lifts me in his arms to exit the backseat. My head hangs heavy, landing in the crook of his neck. I should take the opportunity to pay attention to my surroundings. But his scent is intoxicating, filling my system with my current drug of choice.

I nuzzle in closer, licking his salty pulse point up to his ear before whispering, “My pussy is throbbing for you, Sir. She wants to be stuffed full of your thick cock before coating it in my thanks for letting me come for you.”

My ride halts, and heavy breaths fall against my cheek. I know he’s staring at me, but the needy words I just expressed have left me feeling emboldened. “Let me come, and I’ll tell you why.”

His exuberant laughter encases me completely. “You little tease. Do you think a few dirty words whispered in my ear are going to get you what you want? What about what I want, sweetness? What if I want you so dazed out of your mind with the need to come that I can do any wicked thought that comes to mind? How do you feel about that?”

“Yes, please.” I let the soft words filter between us before ending with Sir and a bite to his earlobe.

Gravel crunches underfoot, and then a heavy thud of a door closing shuts out the real world. In here, just the two of us is a darker, more depraved reality that I relish every time he drags me to it. I’m dropped from the safe hammock of his arms onto a cold, narrow table. The jolt of temperature difference focuses my mind, and I finally take in our surroundings.

The walls are concrete bricks layered from floor to ceiling, both of which are made of the same substance. The echo here must be deafening but contained in the small space. There are no windows to let in the daylight. The only exit is the handleless metal door partially blocked by Harkin’s frame. Besides the medical table beneath me, rows and rows of instruments line the countertops along the walls. A chill skates up my spine. This room only has two purposes—mending or torture—and I don’t require the former.

“Where are we?”

“A new safe house in the city.”

“And this?” I gesture around the room.

“A possibility for what’s to come.”

He descends on me like a predator tired of stalking its weakened prey. His fingers dig into the base of my hair, using the hold to drag me backward. Before my ass slides off the end, he yanks me supine, my head perfectly angled to hang off the edge.

The bulge behind his jeans is right at eye level, giving me the view of a lifetime when he shoves his jeans and briefs down to his ankles before kicking them away. My mouth waters, saliva pooling at the roof of my mouth. My tongue peeks out, running along my top lip in anticipation.

“Is my girl hungry?” he teases, stroking his hardness just out of reach.

“Please, let me suck your cock, Sir,” I beg. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Oh, you will, don’t worry. Now open wide for me, little one,” he says between clenched teeth.

“Wait,” I all but scream when I realize my hands are still stuck within the confines of my jacket. “My hands.”

Harkin looks over my body, realization dawning on his face. He doesn’t move to unzip it and free me like I expect. Instead, a sinister smile creeps across his face and settles in place.

“Use your foot. The same signal, understood?” His fingers caress the side of my face.

My brain slowly processes his information, mentally tallying if I can remember to double tap with that part of my body if the need arises. His fingers trace my lips tenderly when my confidence is confirmed vocally for him. It’s all a ruse to relax me before they grip my chin, forcing my mouth open wide. His crown lands on my tongue before I can draw in a deep breath, and the soft velvet of his shaft moves forward quickly.

I’m full of him, enough to choke, but I breathe through my nose and relax my throat so he can fuck me as deeply as he wants. There’s something invigorating in letting him use my body as nothing more than an object that he can derive pleasure from, especially amid the craziness that is our life.

He hits the back of my throat, and I choke, desperate to draw air into my burning lungs. My vision blurs from the buildup of unshed tears. Saliva joins the messy display of devotion my face is becoming.

“Fuck, little one. You’re taking me so well,” he groans.

My pussy clenches, wishing it wasn’t still hidden away inside my jeans at the other end of the table, being wholly denied any sense of pleasure.

“Take a deep breath, sweetness. It’ll be your last until I coat your throat.” His gravelly tone is pure sexual desire.

When his hips push forward, the table keeps my head in place as his cock slides down my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut at the unnatural feeling while his hand glides against my throat. The sensation makes my need for air more evident in my mind. It’s at that exact moment the panic starts to set in that I feel his fingers reach between us and clamp down on my nostrils, cutting off my air completely.

He wasn’t being facetious when he told me it would be my last breath. Picking up a punishing pace, his cock never leaves my mouth. Only pulling out enough to glide against the soft, warm space before diving back in. He swells, growing indecently fuller than I can take. My body is screaming for the chance to draw in a breath, my chest aching and limbs twitching.

The idea to tap out dances through the fog in my brain, my consciousness not quite grasping it before my vision grows blurry while stars of different colors dance around the corners. A guttural moan rips through the room, accompanied by heavy breathing, just as the lights turn out completely.

I feel the sharp slap against my cheek, the broken words being yelled right in my ear.

“Dammit, Keira. Open those beautiful eyes for me, you stubborn, wicked woman. I swear to God, if you did this on purpose, I’ll whip your ass until you can’t sit for a week.”

I let his threat land, and my body comes to under his ministration to bring me back to a state of consciousness. I wish I could let him worry just a bit longer, but I’m pushed to heave in a lungful of air, gasping as my body shoots up further, bending over my lap.

I’m cradled in Harkin’s arms on the floor, his worried eyes dancing around my face. The worry calms a little too quickly when he sees my lips quirk up at the corner.

“Is it my turn now?” I cough out, trying to distill the tension radiating from his aura.

He doesn’t let me bait him into more of our give-and-take. I knew my limit, and I let him pass it. That’s not on him; it was all me, and I’ll make sure he knows it as soon as my voice can come out as more than a whisper. His assault on my throat is beyond evident. I wonder if it’ll look swollen from the outside, even though it feels as though the entire passage has shriveled up.

I notice he’s still half naked when his arms tighten around my upper back and under my knees. He lifts us both from the floor in one fluid motion, heading straight for the cracked metal door. He doesn’t stop in the small living area. It’s an industrial style, a lot like his apartment in Brooklyn.

“Harkin?”

“Not right now, Keira. I need a second.”

My stomach ties into a knot at the drop of my name. He rarely uses it, but when he does, I know shit’s serious. A nervous energy courses through my veins, and I sink into my mind a little further, distressed that I might have taken things too far. He warned me once we couldn’t continue this if he couldn’t trust me. But I genuinely felt safe enough to take that leap over the ledge.

I’m placed gently on the softest bed before his hands quickly remove my shoes, jeans, and jacket. The mounting silence feels like a physical presence taking up space between us. He ushers me under the covers, tucking me in without saying a word before he turns on his heels and heads for a small door across the room.

I curl in on myself, bringing the edge of the comforter under my chin. Before I can let the depressing thoughts encroach on my foggy brain, he’s back, a glass of water and a couple of pills in his hand.

“Open,” he demands, sitting beside me on the bed.

I do, and the pills hit my tongue. The glass following close behind. I drain it slowly, letting the cold water soothe and wash away the evidence of the uncoated medicine. He discards the cup on the nightstand. Reaching an arm over his head, he pulls free his t-shirt, throwing it to the floor next to the bed.

I lift the covers and slide toward the middle of the mattress. Once he’s settled underneath, his strong arm wraps around my body, folding me into him. My leg slides against his, hiking up around his waist as my upper body drapes across his chest, leaving me lying more on top of him than on the mattress. My fingers swirl against his chest, chasing the rise and fall of his accelerated breathing.

“I’m sorry,” tumbles out, frantic to bridge the chasm building quickly in the stillness.

Warm fingers drag up and down my spine, stopping every few passes to play in my hair. His chest heaves on an endless sigh, lifting my body with its efforts. My gaze leaves the safety of his inked chest, drifting up until it meets his, unsteady in return.

“Do you know how often I’ve thought about death since the accident?”

Not wanting to put a number on the morbid question, I shake my head in answer.

“Almost every day. After it happened, I was consumed with guilt. I tortured myself by living in the grief of repeating that night in my head over and over. I thought about her death until it twisted into contemplating my own. The alcohol and drugs were a numbing agent that made it better, or worse, depending on the day.”

My eyes prick with tears, hearing the pain radiating through his truth. I squeeze my body closer, wanting to provide a semblance of noiseless support.

“Life in New York was better for me, but I was still only surviving. Each day was the same. Work, sleep, gym, repeat, until you. You tore away the darkness, shadow by shadow, like an avenging angel. But that was before I really got to know you.” He lets out a small laugh.

My fingers dig into his side, pinching the skin in retaliation. I still don’t butt in. Letting him have the space to continue whatever this is, knowing damn well it’s leading somewhere I’m wary about.

“What you just did, making me watch the light being snuffed out of your eyes at my hands. Keira, I—I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you. I don’t think you understand how much I love you. With every fucked-up inch of my damaged soul.”

My breath hitches at the declaration, my limbs moving to straddle his lap. I lean down, holding his face in my hands. “Harkin, I—” I break off, clearing my throat. The soreness creeps in more fully with my emotions clogging the way.

“I don’t expect you to say anything back, sweetness. I know?—”

“Will you shut up, so I can tell you I fucking love you too?” The world stops around us as I let the words I’ve held close to my chest for months loose, and then it’s like time finally catches up at top speed.

His lips slam into mine with the ferocity of a starved animal. We’re all tongue and teeth and lips. My hips grind against his stiff shaft, tilting at just the right angle to sheath him to the hilt. Lost in the moment, I wasn’t sure we’d ever make it to. Harkin makes love to me until we’re both sweaty and breathless.

Coming down from our euphoria, I smile when he whispers against my skin. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”