The Sacrifice (The Covenant)

by Azure Boone

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I… I wanted to make you jealous with him, but I didn’t know you knew, I never would’ve…” she shook her head and Micah leaned his face into her stomach, his eyes rolling shut at those words. “We were so young, it didn’t count in my mind, and that bitch in there… she… she makes me crazy. I was scared to lose you, you weren’t making love to me the way you used to and I knew it was because of my injury but…”

  Micah filled his hands with her ass, getting hungrier as she spoke the frail broken words. They gave him such immense pleasure he couldn’t even stop her to console her, he needed to hear them.

  “I got so crazy at how she throws herself at you with her disgusting perfect body and even though you never ever do anything back, I still want to kill something!”

  Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Micah was dizzy. He stood and crushed her in his arms while storming her mouth with his tongue. He put her hand on his hard cock. “Do you feel this?”

  She whimpered in response, her warm breath on his lips.

  “This is all for you.” He stroked her hand up and down the painful length then slid it up to his chest. He pressed her palm tight to his heart. “All of me.” He continued loving her mouth with his tongue and lips, making her see. “Tell me you know that. Tell me.”

  “I know it.”

  “Show me.”

  She dropped to her knees, undid his pants and freed him. Micah held the base of his cock while she made love to the thick head with her lips and tongue, the sounds of her delicate moans reminding him how starving she was. He was such a fool not to know. She was like him, slowly dying inside everyday they didn’t make passionate love.

  He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself on her. He groaned and stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m all over your lips.”

  “Yes!” She kissed him with that near desperate longing.

  “I need you all over me.” He slid his finger over her jeans, right where her clit was. “Your beautiful pussy on my mouth. Bucking and pumping.”

  “Yes, God yes!”

  She fought to undo her pants and Micah dropped to his knees and helped, need making his fingers tremble. Before she could step out of them, he grabbed her hips and pressed his mouth to her sex, probing his tongue right at her clit. He flicked her gem then sucked and nibbled at her full lips with a wild hunger.

  Sarah gasped and pulled his hair, finally getting free of her jeans to hook a leg over his shoulder.

  The sudden perfect access to her succulent secrets splintered him with deprivation. “Sarah.” He slid a finger inside her with one hand and tickled at her sweet ass with the other. Memories of what she’d done to him when she’d tied him up, filled his cock to bursting. He sucked her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue over the tip, initiating a full body shudder.

  “Micah!”

  Yes. His name in that tone, that desperation, that agonizing pleasure. Always and forever.

  She pulled his hair and twirled her hips. “I’m so sorry,” she cried.

  Micah pulled her down into his arms and kissed her, grabbing a hand full of silky hair and pulling hard. “You taste that?” He slid his lips all over hers. “You are mine. Only you. Only mine. Always.” He tugged her head back. “Say it.” The command hissed as he bit her shoulder blade then sucked it hard.

  “I’m yours. All yours. Forever.”

  Micah’s eyes clenched with the need to prove it. He brought his hand down on her ass with a loud smack.

  “Oh God, yes. Yes, punish me. Make me sorry.”

  Micah grabbed her jaw and stared at her. A desperate hunger shone in her eyes. To be dominated. Overpowered. Owned. By him. A heady dizziness took him. He’d felt her desire when he’d spanked her before, right alongside her terror. “You’ve been thinking about that?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  Micah kept his gaze locked on hers as he raked his nails down her neck then over her breasts, watching her wilt with passion. He left no area unmarked by the promise of absolute and irrefutable desire. And when he reached her pussy, he teased at her entrance with his fingers and at her mouth with his tongue, sliding along the silky softness until her sweet desperate begs drove him fucking insane. He finally plunged his finger inside her and brought his hand down hard on her ass, catching her sharp cry in his mouth. He stroked her tongue with his while jabbing his finger at her scorching hot core.

  Micah choked back his orgasm that threatened to overtake him with a fury. He’d never had a woman drive him to such a point. He’d never been pushed to such a succulent edge. He was the Executioner. In every respect, in every way. Always in control. Always distributing. But this. Her. She was his perfect rival in every single thing. Her delicate moans were her war cry, his name on her lips her victory, and before he ever stepped foot on the battlefield, he was conquered. It was never if she’d defeat him, it was when, how fast, how good, and how fucking long he’d get to suffer that delicious wrath.

  She fought to get her mouth on his cock and Micah fought back, needing to regain command, to feed that craving he’d seen in her eyes. With her hunger out of control, she resisted him, and Micah wrestled her carefully to the floor until she lay face down, his body covering hers. She was reduced to breathless whimpers and Micah groaned, loving the feel of power she gave him, wanted from him. He pumped his cock against her ass, sliding it between her tight cheeks. She fought back with those delectable grunts that brought Micah to that sharp edge.

  “Put your arms over your head.” He scraped his nails down her side, wanting to fucking eat her pussy till she came right on his tongue.

  Fear jolted him. “God, your shoulder,” he remembered.

  “I’m okay.”

  Her frail words had him worried and unconvinced as he knelt so his cock lay nestled between her ass. “Lace your fingers together tight.” Micah slid his hands softly over her back, making his fingers hard at her ass before filling his hands with the firm muscle. The need to lick and kiss the red marks was another testament of her power over him. And the need was all his. To heal and cherish. The strange new emotions intoxicated him.

  He worked her tight cheeks along his cock and watched her body heave with desperation and need. Watched the way she tried to look over her shoulder. “Get your knees under you and raise your pretty ass for my cock.” He resisted the urge to say can you. He would have to trust her not to do anything stupid.

  She continued with those unbearable whimpers and obeyed, lifting her ass high for him, arching the bottom of her back so that she was very much accessible. Micah stroked his hands over her hips. “You really… made me angry tonight, Sarah.”

  She gasped and cried out, knowing what was coming. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

  He knew she was. “Are you?”

  “Yes. Very.”

  More sincere truth. He stroked his cock along her entrance and pushed the head into her opening, groaning with how tight she was. He gripped her hips, his nails digging into her soft muscle, bringing sharp rapid cries from her. “You’re sorry?” he growled. Micah jerked her body into his, slamming his cock home.

  Sarah’s stifled shriek flooded Micah with fire. While buried deep, he brought his hand down hard on her ass and she screamed into the carpet. “Sorry isn’t good enough, sweetheart.” Micah couldn’t stop from stroking the hot skin, feeling her body tremble around him. He knew she didn’t want neighbors to hear and suddenly, giving them an ear full was so very necessary. “Now I have to punish you.”

  “Oh God, oh God.” She squeezed her fingers together until the tips were white. “Please. My clit. Rub it.”

  Micah wet his pinky with her juices. “Your clit?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He tickled her ass with his wet finger and the tight opening flexed eagerly with her sharp breath. He reached with his other hand and found her swollen gem. He fluttered his finger tip, careful to barely touch it to produce a sharp and deep heat. His cock throbbed hard inside her as she wiggled herself on him, moan
ing incessantly.

  “Micah!” Her hot silk clamped him hard and her ass sucked his finger in a little more. “Do it. Fuck me there.”

  Micah gritted his teeth for control. “You like your ass fucked?” He delivered slow sensual strokes with his pinky, his other fingers digging into her soft hips.

  “Oh Jesus. I’m about to come. Micah!”

  “You’re pussy is trembling all over my cock sweetheart. And your ass…” Micah rasped the final words.

  “Please! Make me come! Make me come!”

  She’d fucking won. He flicked her clit faster and moved his pinky in and out in deep strokes, while penetrating her core with a rapid flick of his hips. “Come all over me Sarah.” Micah lost control and bucked his hips wildly. “Right fucking now.” Sarah flew apart in the most outrageous orgasm he’d ever fucking seen. And the loudest he’d ever heard.

  Then she shattered him entirely with her sobbing after.

  Micah fell next to her in confusion and fear, wrapping her in a tight embrace, cooing and whispering loving nonsense in her ear. His fears dissipated when she clung to him and kissed his chest. His sweet Sarah. His to love and cherish. Only his. She kissed him over and over, telling him how sorry she was, between every I love you. Micah let her. He selfishly let her be sorry over and over. He took all her love in, all her unfathomable compassion and let it heal him. Heal wounds he thought he’d forever bear. Deserved to bear.

  Chapter Ten

  “God, you’re hurting.”

  Sarah fought not to show how true that was. “It’s not that bad,” she whispered, flicking her gaze at the living room where her cousin and the tramp were. “I was so loud!”

  Micah came around the kitchen island and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You were. And I fucking loved it.”

  Sarah’s stomach quivered with the heat of his words on her ear. The inflection in his tone brought the memory of his cock slamming into her and she instinctively leaned into him for support. What she got was his hard length grinding into her butt. Sarah was ready to take him to that point of insanity he’d brought her to.

  She recalled how hot he’d gotten when she’d tied him up and did that stuff to him.

  “What are you thinking about?” he whispered at her ear, holding her hips and working her ass over his hard on.

  “I was thinking…” she turned her head so that her lips were next to his. “My patient needs sessions again.”

  His breath trembled out on her mouth. “When?”

  She chewed on her lip, easily slipping into her naughty therapist mode. “After dinner.”

  He groaned and slid his nose along her neck. “You’re making me wait.”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  She closed her eyes, rubbing her mouth on his cheek. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”

  He grunted and pressed his cock harder into her, like he’d orgasm at the idea alone.

  “You want that?”

  “You know I do.”

  She shuddered at the gushed words and put her hand on the back of his neck. Guiding his mouth to hers, she rubbed her lips on his. “Remember what I did last time?”

  His hot breath hit her lips as he licked her upper then lower lip, nipping all along them. “I do. You put your pussy on my mouth. You made me be still while you rubbed it so very perfectly on my lips. You rubbed her clit on my nose.” His words gushed in agony. “Oh fuck, Sarah.”

  “I’m going to make you do things again.”

  He gasped, his fingers slipping under the hair at her neck, his touch still delicate and careful.

  A door closed at the back of the safe house and Sarah was ready to find someplace private. “You want that?”

  He finally fisted his hand in her hair the way she loved, his other hand on her stomach, pulling her hard into his cock. “I do.”

  Sarah felt so delicious. “I’m going to cleanse you, Micah.”

  His breath rushed out. “What? Cleanse me?” The extreme excitement and hope in his voice as he burrowed his mouth in her neck, surprised her. “Cleanse me,” he rasped in her ear. “I’m very dirty, doc. So. Very. Dirty.”

  Sarah’s heart raced at the odd tinge in his tone. The sincerity in his words struck a chord in her doctor’s mind. A vulnerable sound she’d not encountered in him. Almost like a trapped inner child who’d found the one he was willing to trust. Sarah pressed her face into his as he continued suckling at her neck. “I’m going to purge your beautiful soul, Micah.” The words gasped from her lips and Sarah waited to see what he’d say, if she were imagining it all.

  “Yes! Please, yes. I want you to clean me, doc. I’ve always wanted that.”

  The amount of sincerity that saturated his voice brought a chill over her body. Part of her wanted to stop and check to see if he were okay, but the doctor in her said, play along, she’d stumbled into something no session could unlock. An erotic trigger? She decided to slip in the opened door and have a look around. “Good. Very good. You will need to shower first.”

  “Will you… do it for me?”

  Sarah’s eyes rolled shut at hearing the definite sound of a younger version of him peeking through. The innocent boy. And he wasn’t’ aware of it. She turned in his arms and held his face then placed tender kisses on his lips. “Is that what you want? For me to help cleanse you? Inside and out?”

  “Now? Can we?”

  Her heart thundered at the adolescent beg in his tone. “You have been a good boy—”

  He shook his head. “No, no. I haven’t. I haven’t been good doc.”

  His regret stole her breath. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” He nodded emphatically. “With all my heart.”

  “I’m going to make a new rule for you.”

  “Okay. I like your rules.”

  “When I say you have been good. You must trust that I know what good is.”

  “I don’t want to be bad anymore.”

  “I won’t let you be.”

  He pulled her closer to him. “Can you clean me now?”

  “Yes love. I can clean you now.”

  In the bathroom, Sarah trembled in worry for Micah. What was taking place in him was serious and delicate. This was no longer just pleasure, it was much more. She needed to be so very careful with him. She couldn’t help wonder if sex should be a part of therapy. But then, if it’s what triggered it, then it could be used to her advantage. The therapist in her always knew that there was no way a human could endure what he had and not come away unscathed. And if sex was a part of the trauma, then it’d have to be part of the healing.

  “Take off your clothes for me.”

  Anything for her. He quickly complied until he stood, naked before her. Sarah removed her clothes and Micah devoured her body with hungry eyes. Good. Sexuality fully engaged. She needed to make the experience the way it should have been, should always be. Hopefully re-set that first impression that had destroyed him.

  She cupped her breasts and lifted them a little watching his chest rise and fall faster. “You like my breasts?”

  “Yes.”

  She continued gliding her fingers along the undersides. “Come here. I want you to kiss them.”

  Micah obeyed her and thick desire gathered in her clit as he held her breasts carefully the way she’d done and took turns making out with her nipples until she was on fire. He brushed his soft open lips along the tips then made innocent moaning sounds like he were eating something so delicious after being deprived for too long.

  She stroked her fingers in his hair, watching him. “That’s very good. You’re making me so hot.” God was he ever. She reached and took his cock in her hands and his surprised gasp froze her. “I’m going to stroke you’re pretty cock while you make me feel good.” The words were soft but authoritative.

  He lifted his head putting his face right before hers. “Do you like it?”

  She assumed he meant his cock, and nodded. “Yes. Very much. Would you
like me to kiss it?”

  He went back to kissing her breasts with those hungry sounds. “Yes. Yes please.”

  “You’re being so good Micah. You’re always so good with me.”

  “I love being good for you.” He nibbled her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. He raised his head. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She shook her head, sliding her hand slowly along his rigid shaft. “You made it feel so good.” Sarah couldn’t deny the heady excitement coursing through her. She liked the feeling this role gave her. She’d have to analyze why later. “Get on your knees now.”

  He moaned as he let her nipple pop from his lips, then did as she said. She lifted her right leg and opened her folds. “I want you to watch me.”

  He looked up at her briefly as though to make sure he’d heard right. Sarah nodded a little and he riveted his gaze on what she was doing. Sarah held herself open with one hand and rubbed slow circles over her clit with the other, using her middle finger. She watched his face full of torment and need. She needed him desperate.

  “Open your legs and hold your balls in one hand and the base of your cock with the other.”

  Micah didn’t hesitate. Sarah slipped her middle finger inside her, loving how he watched so intently. His brows furrowed and he bit his lip.

  “Are you squeezing your cock nice and tight?”

  “Yes,” he rasped, not taking his eyes from her hands.

  “Stroke your balls softly for me.”

  He made delicious grunting sounds and Sarah plunged her finger in and out of her, officially horny out of her mind. “I’m so wet for you, Micah.”

  “For me?”

  The awe in his voice tugged at her heart. “Always for you. Only for you. I am all yours. And you are all mine.”

  Sweet agony filled his brow as he looked up at her as though he had to see the truth of it in her face.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” Desire had him breathless.

  “I am all yours. I want you to say it.”

  He swallowed hard, staring back at her hands. “You’re all mine.” He looked up again as though worried he said it wrong.