Page 56 of Break Me
A sense of purpose swooshes through me as he clips the first ring.
“It will hurt,” he says as he pulls the ring out. Placing the pliers around the next piece of metal, he clips again and says, “I won’t go easy on you.” He removes the ring and repositions the pliers on the third ring. “But you’ll take it for me.” He snaps the metal and pulls it out. He readies to clip the fourth ring and pauses to spear me with a fierce gaze that seems to hold all the things I’ve felt in him but never heard him say. “Because you’re mine.”
He clips the last ring, and a gasp stutters in my sealed mouth as he removes it, opening my pussy up for him to claim.
Tossing the rings and pliers aside, he settles on top of me. I rake my eyes down his wide, sculpted torso—a canvas of tattoos rippling over muscles and merging with old scars. Both the images and the marks seem to hold a world of meaning I can’t even begin to comprehend, and as I trail my gaze back up to his face, I find the same depth hidden behind his blue irises. A world I can’t wait to uncover. A world of strength and power, but also care and protection that I’m now at the very center of.
I remember the first time Dax aimed his gaze at me—the bored expression and the way he seemed to look through me. Now, his eyes are alive—fierce with possession and hunger as he positions his massive cock at my pussy.
He drags his length up and down a few times, smearing my own wetness over my clit and sending little bolts of electricity through the bundle of nerves.
“I haven’t fucked anyone since I got you,” he says, popping the head of his cock into me, making my brows knit in discomfort. “And I’m not going to fuck anyone else as long as I have you.” His eyes darken as he leans down, staying just inside me as he wraps a hand around my throat. “Which will be for a very long time.” He tightens his grip, narrowing my airways, making breathing hard. “Until you draw your last breath.”
Moving his hips, he pushes inside, slowly but steadily. “Can you feel it? That you’re mine?”
I nod even as I whimper. The stretch is painful as he forces my unused pussy open. I twitch and jerk, clenching my jaw and biting my molars. I squeeze my eyes shut repeatedly but open them straight back up. Because as much as I want to draw in on myself and succumb to the pain, I can’t. He knows it too—the submission always wins. His eyes fill with triumph as he watches me succumb to his power, keeping my eyes open to grant him access to the very depth of my soul.
A floaty sensation draws me deep into my body, and the pain nearly fades as I slip out of my panicked head. For a moment, I feel like I’m drifting outside my body, watching this intense union, not just of bodies, but of souls. I feel the bond to him curling around my heart, my neck, my brain, and my every limb. A string that tethers me to him.I’m his.Once he has claimed me, every fiber and cell of my being will belong to him. For good. There won’t be a thing I won’t do for him. I think I’d even slit my wrists if he asked me to, or hold them out and let him do it if that’s what he wanted.
The thought yanks me back into my body, giving rise to a flare of fear and troubled thoughts. I close my eyes and let out a raw whimper. The pain is suddenly there again, burning and throbbing as he settles deep inside me, stretching my walls in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
A sharp sting to my face snaps me out of it—a hand connecting with my cheek. My eyes dart open, and I stare up at Dax, panting through my nose as I reel from the sudden shift. The pain remains, but the fear fades. Because there’s nothing to fear as long as Dax has me. His power over me may be total and complete, and he may hurt me, but his need to protect me is even more fierce than his hunger for pain. I can tell it in the way he gently cups my cheek—the one he just slapped. I can tell it in the way his eyes soften. The way his voice trails to a whisper as he says, “Breathe through it.”
Tears seep from my eyes. A steady stream down my cheeks. A torrent of emotion I can barely give name to. And I don’t need to. As long as Dax holds me steady, they’re no threat. They get to seep out at a steady pace and set me free from all the strain, fear, and pain I’ve endured over several months.
Dax starts moving inside me, and I clutch the chains on the cuffs as I whimper into the muzzle. It’s agonizing and painful, but also world-consuming and life-altering.
Leaning down, Dax pries my fingers loose to interlace them with his own.
“The pain is mine,” he says in a deep growl as he hovers so close his eyes are all I see. “I want you to have it. I want you to feel that Iownyou.”
My tears come faster, but as I tighten my grip on his fingers and soak up his strength, the grief and fear dissipate. The tears are still running in streams, but the feeling is overwhelming relief. And safety. And suddenly, the pain is no longer pain. It transforms into a deep, heated sensation that expands and convulses within my core.
I’m yours,I want to say, staring deep into his eyes to convey the message and the wholehearted sincerity of it.
“You’re mine,” he says as if understanding just what I’m trying to say. His features tighten with restrained lust as he drags out of me and pushes back in. Then he pauses, leaning his forehead down to mine and closing his eyes. Releasing my right hand, he trails his fingers down my wrist and to the underside of my arm. He pauses right where the tattoo is. I know even though I can’t see. The tattoo seems to be a force all of its own, prickling in my skin and drawing me to it like a magnet. Just like it seems to do for him.
“You’ve been mine from the moment I branded my name into your skin,” he says with startling vulnerability as he strokes his thumb along the letters, knowing just where they are. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
Pressing his thumb into the tattoo, he starts moving again. At first, it’s slow and careful, but when I start moaning and bucking my hips into him, he picks up pace.
An explosive power builds between us, bouncing between our bodies and crackling like an electric field that holds us together. The intimacy is stark as our bated breaths mingle and sync and our bodies move in tandem. But I want more. I want to give him all the emotions that are still tracking down my cheeks, and I want all the power of his possessive eyes as he claims me in this primal mark of ownership.
Dax moves his hand under my head and releases the buckle on the muzzle. I didn’t even realize the padlock wasn’t attached, and the straps spring free in one go, allowing him to pull the mask off with one jerk. As soon as it’s gone, he leans his forehead against mine again and shuts his eyes. “I want to hear your moans,” he says on a deep groan that tells me he’s right on the edge too.
I want to see your eyes,I want to say. But even as my mouth is free, I can’t get the words out. I can’t speak. His dominance is like an invisible spell curling around my tongue until he allows me to speak. A power that shoots through me like a riptide, setting fire to my core as I realize just how deep it runs.
But still, I hold back the orgasm. I want his gaze when I come. So I hold the door closed to my fiery need. It roars behind the enclosure, heating with an agonizing burn that waits to be set free. And just as I think it might start to draw back, Dax lets it loose. Opening his eyes, he stares down at me. The intensity is like a sharp ray of sunlight after having been confined to darkness for years, and his words set my world tilting on its axis, setting the fire free in a blazing inferno that rocks through my body with a staggering force. “Come for me. Come for me, Emma.”
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Emma bucks and jerks beneath me as if she’s undergoing an exorcism, and her moans turn into screams that bounce off the walls and fill the air with an intensity that shoves me straight over the edge along with her. I pump hard into her as my balls draw up, and pleasure shoots like bolts of lightning through me. I growl like a beast as I shoot my load into her.
“Mine.” I slam my hand onto her throat, overcome by a rush of possessiveness that makes me see red. “Tell me,” I demand, giving her a shake as I keep pumping into her.
“Yours. All yours,” she says on staggered breaths, moaning as I draw her pleasure out into pain. Her knitted brows above hazy eyes are the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen as she accepts my dominance and says, “Always yours, Dax. Only yours. No matter what happens.”