Page 36 of Master A-0011
“Give me a time, baby. What’s it gonna be?”
“You want me up there?”
“Do you trust me?”
No thoughts. No answer.
Turning back to him, I could barely swallow back the terror that was breaking through the sludge that wouldn’t allow me to think or react rationally. I should have screamed. Ran. I could do nothing as my lips pulled back into a smile and I tiptoed to kiss Ethan’s lips.
“I trust you. Ten and two. Five and seven.No.Make it four and eight this time.”
Ethan’s arm barred under my ass. “You want your legs wider.I like that.” He lifted me and walked me back. He didn’t have to tell me what to do next. My arm rose, the other helping as he strapped me in. When he had both done and fastened my ankles, I could feel my weight pulling down. Even as he adjusted the restraints, lifting me higher on the wall, the tightness couldn’t stop the odd sense of sinking into a doom I wasn’t ready for.
“Fuck. Son of a bitch. I like you up here.”
Fingers brushed over the wetness on my innermost thigh, and something flashed on Ethan’s face. His other hand lifted to display crimson coated fingers. The same fingers he’d had buried inside of me in the elevator. Instantly, his lips tugged back at the side and a smile appeared that I’d never seen him wear before.
“I guess I was a little rough on the way here. You’re bleeding again.”
“Am I?”
Ethan didn’t answer as he slid his digits into his mouth and sucked against them. He dipped in, moving back to my thigh that was level with his mouth. The suction was powerful, sending painful little zaps towards the one place that constantly craved him.
“Ethan, wait.”
He didn’t listen to my plea. My head dropped lower, and my mouth parted as I tried pulling against the restraints. Even through the fog, the alarms couldn’t be ignored. I couldn’t think straight, but I knew you didn’t feed blood to a shark. Not unless you wanted it to go into a frenzy and eat you alive.
“Ethan—”
I gasped as he sucked against one side of my slit, biting with enough strength to bring tears to my eyes. He moaned, and pleasure twisted with panic inside me as he let go, swirling his tongue to brush my clit. My mouth opened to continue but fingers dug into my outer thigh, stealing my words. Something told me to wait. To see…He spoke of trust. I had to trust, didn’t I? A voice said I should, but it couldn’t be the voice of reason.It couldn’t be mine.
“This is hard for you.” Ethan kissed my pussy and paused, rubbing his cheek along my thigh, glancing up at me. “I wish you could feel what I did so you’d understand the compulsion. It’s addicting,” he said between clenched teeth. “Have you ever cut yourself and licked the wound? Or maybe had a cut in your mouth?”
“I…yeah. I bit my lip once, really hard. It split and was bleeding for a while.
“Do you remember the metallic taste when you ran the tip of your tongue over it? It’s almost like…putting your tongue to a battery. It’s wrong. You know it’s wrong, but fuck if you don’t want to try it again. That taste. The zapping tang. The strong metallic ping that takes you over. It’s overwhelming yet…it’s more.”
I cried at the intense burn as he spread my pussy, sliding his tongue over an area where I was torn.
“I just can’t stop, Pearl.”
Again, he licked, tasting my wound that was no doubt still bleeding along with other parts of me.
“It hurts.”
“Not as bad as my blade will, but I’ll make it up to you.”
“No.” The word came from nowhere, yet every part of me. My fists clenched through the constant burning. “You’re not my Master anymore.”
Ethan stopped, his eyebrows lifting.
“I’m not taking your knife tonight. Cutting me is for special occasions only. I’ll allow you a three-inch incision on our honeymoon. It’s your choice on where you want to put it.”
“You’re telling me no?”
“I’m allowed to disagree with you. I know we made a deal but there has to be restrictions, or it won’t be special. Honeymoons, anniversaries…never while I’m pregnant. Only after the babies are born. That’s my terms.”
For seconds Ethan didn’t speak. Instead, he leaned in, tracing his tongue in a circle from my entrance to my clit. The fire had me jerking through the pain.