Page 31 of UnWholly Angels (Crestview Cardinals #1)

This was different, though. The voices caressed my thoughts, telling me to throw the cover back over my head and sleep just an hour more.

Though a nagging feeling sat within me, like I was forgetting something.

There was the feeling against my spine again, and my lips parted, letting the quietest moan slip from my lips.

A hand ran along the expanse of my thigh, up and down until it reached my ass cheek. When did I fall asleep last night? My brain felt like a computer plagued with a virus, forcing a million tabs open.

Trying to reach for my throbbing head, I met resistance, pulling on the soft rope that held both hands hostage in a praying motion against the headboard.

Each time I reeled my hands back, it tightened until I was utterly stretched out, and my heart thudded in my chest as soft footsteps approached my peripheral vision.

The soft chuckle next to me gave way to the culprit.

My shoulders relaxed a little, and I glared his way.

Thankfully, Riley had left enough slack in case I needed out or to switch positions. I appreciated that.

Riley knelt on the floor, his intense gaze burning a hole into my soul. The desire in his fiery eyes showed, and I raked my own down his naked body, licking my dry lips.

“Do you know why you’re tied up on this beautiful morning?” he asked seductively.

“No, but I bet you're going to tell me,” I replied, mumbling under my breath. He moved closer, his breath tickling the shell of my ear as he spoke slowly.

“You fell asleep on me last night; I drove ungodly fast to get home and sit that beautiful ass on top of my cock. Apparently, I lulled you to sleep instead.”

I wasn’t forgetting something. I forgot someone.

“Mmmhmm, the best sleep I've ever had.” His lips grazed mine dangerously, and I pulled against the ropes, trying to taste more when he pulled away.

He moved around me to the edge of the bed and took his place between my legs, parting them expertly so I could help move onto all fours, open and ready for him.

“Was it now? Well, I hope the amazing night of sleep was worth more than the punishment you’re about to get. Now be a good girl and tell me a safe word,” he said, hooking his finger in my underwear and pulling them down, removing them from my body completely.

He toyed with me, hovering a finger over where I needed him most, but never entering me. I couldn’t think like this, much less give him a safe word. I’d never even had the choice to stop what was happening. Always taking what was given, bred to serve the men I was given to.

“Maya.” The sharp tone turned me on, and my pussy clenched around nothing, empty and wanting to desperately be filled to the brim with his cock. “Safe word, now.”

“I-I don’t know,” I cried out as a thick finger entered me, moving in and out slowly.

“Well then, while you think, I play. You don’t come until you give me what I asked for,” he said firmly.

A loud buzzing filled my ears, and my body jerked against the vibrator that he placed over my clit. Where did that even come from? He was moving agonizingly slow, and I tried to push back against his fingers, but he only pulled them away, and I groaned in frustration.

“You’re not the one in charge here, Maya. All you have to do is answer my question, and I'll give you as many orgasms as you want. Having a safe word is important, do you know why?”

His words came out mumbled, almost sounding like he was underwater as my body buzzed, pulsing against the rhythm of the vibrator.

My body thrust forward, grinding against the toy, and my face fell further into the sheets.

If he wanted a safe word, he was really going about it the wrong way.

I smiled to myself as another finger entered me, moving at a more rapid pace, and my body flushed with heat.

“Not only do I need to know what makes you tick and learn your body, but it’s your job to teach me, too.

I need to know if I am hurting you. We need to know what’s causing you stress, or pain.

Fuck, your pussy is swallowing my fingers.

I can’t concentrate.” He growled. “I am trying to teach you a lesson here.”

My body shook under his grasp, but he never let up, only stretching my pussy to add another finger.

The squelching noises heard each time his fingers rubbed along my G-spot made my eyes roll back in pleasure when everything stopped simultaneously, including my orgasm.

“I can’t think of one like this,” I whined, trying my best to hold in the orgasm I had building.

“You’re a terrible teacher,” I laughed sarcastically.

“I think you need a little bit more persuasion, honestly. Don’t you, brat?” Riley teased.

I’d imagine by now he had a grin plastered on his face that I could just slap off for torturing me like this.

Shit, safe word…okay. How about something simple like red or mercy?

No, it was too easy. It needed to stand out.

I cried out as his large palm met my right ass cheek, then my left, and a searing pain ran across my ass.

Think Maya.

I don’t want to make it a food. That will just make me hungry. I laughed softly. “No, I really don’t. You need to finish what you start.”

Desperately trying to create any sort of friction, I took it upon myself and once again tried to arch into his hand, but another harsh slap met my ass, causing me to still. My lip jutted into a pout as I whimpered, and the vibrator was pulled away.

Riley paused for a moment and cleared his throat.

The room was dead silent, and it prickled at me.

Like a spider, all my senses narrowed, trying to focus on his next movements carefully.

Silence meant danger, and right now, bound and at his mercy, I had no way to protect myself from what he had planned.

His voice cut through the tension, and I gasped. “Since you want to be a brat, we can do this the hard way. What’s it going to take for you to give me one little word?”

His fingertips ran over my swollen clit, rolling and pinching it painfully. Tears formed over the pleasure that had been given and repeatedly ripped away. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Every hair on my neck raised, feeling a slight shift in the bed.

Then I felt it. Pleading breaths left me as I begged him, I needed this.

I was being edged far too long. Gripping my hips, his fingers dug into the heated skin as he rubbed his dick along my labia, dipping the tip between my lips before pulling back again.

My neck arched, and I screamed out, wanting the torture to be over.

“Stop,” I sobbed. His hand rested between my shoulder blades before reaching upward to form a tight grip in my hair.

“Stop is subjective, Freckles, try again,” he said, gentler this time. “I would never hurt you.”

My pussy stretched, clenching around him each time he added another inch.

Despite how little I was being given, my body was grateful for the reward.

It was a confusing feeling but spread like an inferno across my abdomen each time.

His cock pulsed inside me, and I wiggled my body against him in one last attempt to get more from this stubborn man but failed miserably.

“Maya,” he groaned, tugging on my hair. “You're making this so painful for both of us, and I’m losing my patience.”

The deep warning tone in his voice sent shivers down my spine.

He would win this battle, but I wouldn’t make it easy.

He gripped my waist, flipping me onto my back with one hand while the other made sure my tied hands followed.

As he loomed over me, his blazing eyes raked over my body like a predator, and goosebumps formed over my heated skin at the harsh contact.

Our eyes locked, and he smiled, the canines poking out slightly from under his upper lip, and I shuddered beneath him.

All I could do was shake my head. I wanted him, not a toy, although it was refreshing that he wasn’t scared to use one as a wingman.

His bare chest was mere inches from me, the ink of his tattoos prominent, but I couldn’t run my hands along him like he had done with me. So, I did the next best thing.

My tongue darted out to meet his chest, licking and sucking along his collarbone, taking as much as I could get before he pulled away.

His musky scent permeated my nostrils as he leaned down, a primal growl riddling around his chest as his lips brushed against mine.

If this was how punishment would be handled, then I would be a brat every chance I could.

His hands roamed over my body, re-igniting the rush of heat to my abdomen, and I pressed my thighs together. The bed shifted as he reached over to grab a new toy and waved it in front of my face. A rabbit. When did he get that? I smirked, and the safe word all but forgotten.

“This is your last chance. Stop being a brat, or I'll show you what happens when you play your games,” he said in a dark, serious tone.

He watched me squirm under him with narrowed eyes, nudging the rabbit against my soaking core, inching it in slowly and turning it on. The vibration sent waves through my body, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Pushing in further, I gasped, arching my body toward him so he could fill me completely. I’d be lying if I said the edging wasn’t an even larger turn on; it would make the reward that much more enjoyable.

“Stop biting your lip and moan for me, Maya. Be as loud as you want.” A mix between a whimper and a moan escaped my lips as my muscles clenched around the toy, but a new uncomfortable feeling started to rise from my bladder each time the vibrator buzzed against my clit.

“Riley p-p-please.”

Sweat glistened over my abdomen as I struggled to hold it in, crying out as his rhythm quickened. Each thrust became harder and deeper. It was painful, but the urge to come far outweighed the need to piss, and if he stopped now, who knew when I would get the opportunity again.

My thighs trembled as he pushed me closer to the edge, and it was apparent that this was happening whether I liked it or not. “Riley, I have to pee.”

His hand jerked the toy against my clit, turning up the volume and placing more pressure.

I couldn’t help but rub against it. My face flushed with embarrassment at the humiliation he caused, again the darkened look in his eye alluded to who I was now playing with.

“That sounds like a problem you should figure out. You had plenty of warnings, Maya. Now, you’re going to let go and soak this fucking bed,” he said, looking me dead in the eye.

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded at what he asked of me.

His free hand trailed up my body until he reached the base of my throat and ran his thumb across as I swallowed thickly.

Gripping the sides, he squeezed just hard enough to show who was in charge, reminding me of whose game we were playing.

He wasn’t asking for submission, he was demanding it.

“Let go, Maya, and soak this bed, now.” My body thrust against the toy, allowing it to rub furiously against my throbbing clit until the cord snapped inside me.

A thick rush of liquid rushed out and soaked the surface under us, and my body shook as I rode the shockwave.

When he was sure I was empty, he pulled the toy from me carefully.

His grip remained steady on my throat as his heaving chest relaxed. His heartbeat pounded against his wrist, and my lip quivered, tears of pleasure and embarrassment falling down my flushed cheeks.

After a few moments, he spoke, moving his face within inches of mine.

“That, Maya, is why you need a safe word. Not no, or stop, or please, a real fucking word. If you don't, accidents happen, and I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” I tried desperately to look away, but his grip was tight, and I gritted my teeth. “Do you understand me? You talk to me, or this dynamic won’t work.” I nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat, and he released me. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

Rising from the bed, he let a few heaving breaths go as he made his way to the bathroom without a word.

Shakily pushing myself up, I felt dazed, confused at the feelings of what just happened, and my legs felt like jelly as I stripped the bed, quickly trying to rid the evidence.

I was thoroughly impressed that he doubled up on waterproof mattress covers and smiled when the running water and the aroma of rose hit my senses. I made haste in tossing the sheets into the hallway before heading to the bathroom.