“Elle?”
“Back here.”
The door opened after a few seconds and he smiled down, walking forward. “Yeah?” The surprise was evident from his raised brow.
“Let’s end this night off right. What do you say? Forget what happened?”
Hunger had his eyes raking down my body, instantly making me wet. “Don’t even know what you’re talking about. Come here, baby.” He reached for my hand, pulling me to stand. My legs spread, giving his access to grip my ass like I knew he wanted.
“Fuck, you do it for me. I’m going to make you forget everything that just happened. You’re going to come so good, all you’re going to know is how I can make you feel.” The slap was followed by his hand kneading my heated flesh. I gripped to his shirt, pulling it down as if it would move his hand closer to my pussy.
“On your knees. I want my cock so deep in your throat that I only see those pretty lips of yours.”
I knew what he enjoyed; what turned him on like nothing else. And although I let him hurt me and say things that would be shocking to most women, I enjoyed it more than I ever thought possible. There was something in the pain for me, different than what Marco had caused. More than the relief of the orgasm I knew he’d bring, but a release of the heaviness I held inside. It worked for both of us.
Gaige’s pants fell to the ground and he stepped out, pushing them aside. I gripped around the base of his cock, stroking down the thickness. My tongue swirled around the head, tasting his pre-cum and needing more.
“Fuck. Not like this. Not tonight.” He pulled me up to the bed, putting me on all-fours while he stood in front of me and slapped my ass even harder. “There. Now I have the perfect view. Have at it, baby.”
I suppressed a smile and licked up and down the length, getting it all nice and wet. My lips encased the tip, only to make my way half way down his length, feeling it reach to the back of my throat. But I was only getting started. I withdrew, adding suction, and took in more until I felt him grab the sides of my neck so he could feel his thickness push down my throat.
“God, fuck me, shit,” he groaned, gripping my hair with one of his fists. “More.” The demand was laced with ecstasy and I was pulled back only to be brought down to take him even deeper. Burning flared as I tried to accommodate his size, but I took it while he held me still, making me anticipate the lack of air that would come.
Gaige eased back and I breathed in while I licked around his thick head, moaning at the taste. Another spanking sent fire to my ass and my hair was drawn back so I had to look up at him.
“Who loves you?”
“You do, Gaige.”
“That’s right. Always.” He grabbed his length, tracing it over my mouth. I opened and he tapped his cock against my lower lip. “Whose cock is this?”
My lips pulled back on one side. “That cock belongs to me.”
“Yes it does. Open wide and show me.” I obeyed, keeping my eyes on his. The deeper I went, the more his lids lowered and the heavier he breathed. My hands gripped to the comforter as he pushed in all the way. “That’s my girl.” His hand slapped my cheek, something he loved to do when he was the hottest. He pulled out and grabbed my arm, bringing me to my feet to stand. Pressure from his hands gripped the back of my thighs and he lifted, walking me over to the far wall where the cuffs were now mounted.
My feet were placed on the floor and my neck gripped as he reached behind, unhooking my bra. It fell to our feet and Gaige lowered to his knees, pulling the thong off and burying his face in my pussy. With our height difference, his hand was able to stay on my throat. Air faded until it became nonexistent and I was left trusting that he’d let go in time. Vibrations of his moan intensified as tingling raced down my skin from the lack of oxygen. The gush of air made it even stronger and I grabbed his hair, pulling him into me even more. I knew it wasn’t supposed to be done, but the punishment would be well worth it.
“Elle,” he growled, slamming me into the wall. He stood, his hand still on my throat, the other pinning my wrist next to the cuff. “I’m in control in here. Not you. Never you.” Pain shot through me as he used his teeth to pull back my bottom lip. “I love you,” he whispered, nipping at the inside, causing me to cry out. Blood washed though, but I didn’t get to taste it for long as his tongue swept over mine. “Now, you pay.” He spun me around to face the wall and lifted my arms, restraining me. Then, he was gone.
The closet door opened and I pulled at the cuffs, trying to turn around to see what tool he’d chosen for tonight. With the angle, my head couldn’t turn enough and I was left to wait.
“Special play for a special night.” A blindfold was fitted over my eyes, blocking out all of the light. The leather was cool against my skin as it was adjusted securely. “Be right back.”
As the footsteps disappeared, I waited, curious at what he meant by that. Seconds turned into minutes and I was half tempted to call out to him. Before I could, the footsteps returned. A weird sound filled the room for the smallest second and my head jerked to the side. The scratchiness was mixed with weight. It left my mind baffled.
“Gaige?”
“Right here, baby.” His voice grew closer and I turned toward it as best as I could. The sound stirred again and I got the impression that whatever it was, Gaige had sat it on the floor.
“Is this going to hurt?”
Air was suddenly at my neck and his weight moved into me. “If I want it to, it will.” His hand cupped my breast and I jerked at the shock of cold that accompanied it. It had taken a few seconds to register what I was feeling, hot or cold. “Ice,” I breathed out as he rubbed it over my nipple and down my stomach.
“Yes. The beauty is,” he stopped his hand, leaving the frozen cube against my skin until I was sucking in air and moving to the side, “it hurts like hell if held in one place for too long.” It traveled lower and he kicked at my shoes, a clear sign he wanted me to spread my legs. I opened, letting the restraints stretch the muscles in my arms as I dropped in height.
The ice moved to my lower stomach and dipped down over my slit. I gasped as he rubbed it over my clit and then the length of my folds.
“You’re so fucking hot, it’s is almost gone.” His other hand reached between my legs from the back and I pushed onto my toes as his finger slid inside of me. From the pressure of his palm over the sensitive bud, I could feel my stomach begin to tighten while he rotated his hand in slow torturous circles.
The ice disappeared and he was suddenly gone. I moaned as cold began to trace down my back, holding, inducing pain until I almost cried out, only to move on lower. Aching held for a few seconds before it faded. The thrusts began again while he made a path over my ass and down to my thigh. A whimper escaped from my lips as he held it there.
“Yes,” he whispered, kissing my neck, pushing into my pussy faster. “Burns so good, doesn’t it, baby? Just like I burn for you.”
My orgasm was building and the cold traveled higher, only to replace the hand that had been pleasuring me. As it rubbed over my folds and opening, I moaned for release. “Please.” A brush over my clit had my sounds growing louder.
“Please, what?”
“Make me come. Please, Gaige.”
The ice disappeared and he stepped back. “Almost.” Leather a few inches thick caressed my skin and I knew what was coming. The paddle.
Whack! I jumped at the impact, regardless that I knew it was going to hurt. Whack! Whack! His hand gathered my hair into a ponytail and he held to it as he gave four more in quick succession. A sob exploded from my mouth as his hand massaged over the burning, numbing skin.
“Your ass glows so beautifully with my marks. But I want to give you more. I want your skin so red that the sign of my love for you isn’t a question. You understand this, right?”
I knew who he was. A sadist. A person who felt the need to inflict pain as a sign of love. He truly believed the proof of his feelings were written on my flesh, and I allowed him the gift he wanted t
o give me. Deep within, I wished they never had to go away.
“I do, Gaige. I want you to.”
The tears still came, but with them the hollowness and hurt inside died away even more.
The sounds of strands hitting each other let me know it was without even having to see it. Needles raced across my back and sides, the flogger slapping me awake with every strand. The next lash came like a million zaps of electricity and my legs locked with the shock. There was no recovery time as the third and fourth took up the remaining untouched space on my back.
Gaige was on me before I could catch my breath. My body slammed into the wall from his wide frame and he gripped my hips, lifting me as he eased me down his length. My feet were completely off the floor. He was in control and the thrusts came nice and hard. Savage, even, as he found his rhythm.
“I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck your ass. Why am I going to do that?”
“Because it’s your ass,” I said, breathlessly.
“That’s right,” he said, rubbing over the top of my slit. “And I can do whatever I want with your body, because it belongs to me. Only me.”
The side of my face and chest took most of his weight and I leaned against the wall as he slowed his speed and pushed deep. Each thrust felt like it reached past the previous one and I was nearly screaming as he slapped over my clit and made my world shatter. Spasms caused my legs to jerk while he went back to rubbing against my pussy.
I could barely stand as he lowered me back to the ground. My whole body was sizzling with sensation and I leaned my head to the wall as he applied lube to my ass and worked his finger in. The second stretched me and I breathed slowly, relaxing like he’d taught me. The sound of the condom package being opened barely filtered through and I closed my eyes, waiting.
“Good girl.” He positioned himself behind me, easing the tip in. The lube helped with the entry, but each inch caused more pain and I clutched my fists as he let me adjust, withdrew, and made even more progress. “You’re doing great. Almost there.”
Gaige shifted behind me, leaning more to the side. His hand rubbed over my pussy and he pushed inside of my front opening, causing me to meet the fullness. With it, I cried out, feeling him bury himself in my ass completely.
“Oh, God.” His cock ground into me, nice and slow, while his arms wrapped around my chest, pulling me back into him. Any further and my own arms would have dislocated. I felt so stretched, yet so completely filled. But more importantly, loved.
The thrusts in my pussy increased, along with the ones that pounded his cock into my ass. I longed to scream faster. To tell him to go all out and stop being so easy on me, but I didn’t think I could talk if I wanted to. Truth was, he was already being rougher than he ever had before and it was hard to even breathe. We’d only just recently got my ass worked in to fit his size and he’d always taken it slow and gentle. That was gone now.
“Elle,” he moaned, squeezing me against him tighter, as if he could somehow combine the two of us and make us one. Little did he know, we already were.
His fingers eased from my pussy, rubbed over my clit, and slammed back in. The action was repeated again and I threw my head back to rest on his shoulder as I came. The end of my cries were muffled as he sucked my juices from his fingers, only to shove them in my mouth.
“Taste what I love, Elle. That’s you. I’ll always love you.” His cock was swelling and the pain was increasing. I pulled at the cuffs, crying out as my body tightened around him even more. Gaige let out a throaty sound as he came, sinking his teeth right into my shoulder.
“Happy Anniversary, baby.”
Chapter 13
Gaige
Time was wasting. Months had gone by and we weren’t any closer to pinning a single crime on Marco than we had been when I went to collect intelligence. Weeks had gone by since our run-in and I was growing impatient to have this over with. Our meeting in Tahoe had to have been nothing more than chance, but the damage it had done didn’t escape my attention. Not concerning me, but Elle. The nightmares had come back with a vengeance the first week; screaming, sweating, and clawing out in her sleep. But after those first few days, they faded. She appeared stronger, and maybe she was. Everything went back into routine. Everything but me.
I hated the thought of having to go back to work, but it had to be done. Money was something I had never worried about before, but now that I was looking forward to a future with Elle, it was more important than ever. My savings was going to run out eventually and if I didn’t take care of us now, we were going to be in a load of trouble. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. It scared me that we’d so easily ran into him; that it could happen anywhere and at any time. It only sparked my impatience even more.
Leaving was torture. I couldn’t stand knowing she’d be unprotected. Without Marco acting out and still no evidence, not even a kidnapping case, the status was no longer high-priority, and there was no one to keep an eye on her. My mother would stay, which was safer for them both. But I still didn’t like it.
After three months away, my parents had come back. Everything had been fine. Until our run-in. Now we were all back on edge with Marco reemerging into our lives. It was another reason I knew I needed to go. With him back in Mexico, Elle would have all the security she needed with how well the house was protected. The biggest question was how was I going to break it to her?
The smell of Chinese food filled the living room and I glanced toward the kitchen where she was cooking. Not from scratch. I didn’t trust her to go that far. A cook was something Elle was not and she’d already burned more things than she’d succeeded at, which made me even more nervous. But the bagged food she could make, and she’d learned not to leave the stove until it was done. When it came to her attention span, the woman lived in books. It didn’t matter if it was covering the current class she was taking in school, or one of the novels she’d ordered online. She was always reading. Even now, stirring the food, blindly, she held a book up over the stove.
“Elle.”
The top of the romance novel lowered, displaying her eyes. “Yes, Gaige?”
My stomach clenched and I stood, walking over to her. Mr. Viceroy was already booking my flight to Mexico and my temporary housing with Crux was already set up so I could try to uncover more of Los Banditos Del Sur’s secrets.
“We need to talk.”
The book lowered even more, a nervous expression creeping in as she laid it down. I walked around to lean against the counter next to her. “All right,” she said, nodding. I opened my mouth to talk when her hand lifted. “If this has to do with your shirts, I swear I didn’t know that mixing the whites in with my red dress was going to ruin them. I’ll get you more.”
I almost smiled, but held it in. “This isn’t about the clothes.”
“The truck, then? I—”
“Elle, you can’t even see the ding. We’ll get it fixed. None of that matters. What I need to talk to you about is more important.” Yes. More important than the driving lessons, the laundry, the cooking. We were going to be separated for the first time since I’d taken her back and it scared me half to death.
“I have to go back to work. Back to Mexico.”
Her hand lifted to her chest, her mouth parting as her eyes lowered and moved back in forth in jerky movements that told me she was thinking. “Oh,” she breathed out. “For how long?”
That was the killer. “I don’t know. Weeks. Maybe months. It depends on what I can uncover. If I could just find something to point to their guilt, that’d make everything so much easier. But they’ve already had so many people picking apart the information you provided and there’s just no evidence that supports it. I’m going back to see if maybe they missed something, or if I can prove their crimes, myself.”
“Everyone will know who you are. They’ll be looking for you.” Her voice was beginning to shake and although I knew her fears were valid, I didn’t want her to worry.
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��I’ll be okay. This is what I do, Elle. No one is even going to know I’m in the area.”
She turned to the stove, stirring the food, refusing to look at me. “They’ll know. The falcons spread the word faster than wildfire. They see who comes into the country. They watch everything.” She got quiet and I let her continue. I knew she wasn’t anywhere close to being done.
“Marco got the call on Junior at around nine in the morning. The falcons had spotted him. He was a man missing for two years and we’d practically forgotten about him. But they didn’t. They never forget. Only the best are chosen.” Still, she looked down, stirring. “Within the hour, he was brought to Marco’s and decapitated for him crimes right in front of me, Gaige. His headless body landed at my feet, splattering me with blood. And what did they do?” Only then did she look at me. “They danced. Fired their guns in the air and moved on with the day like nothing had happened. What if that’s you?”
To know all that she’d seen over the years had me pulling her into my arms. And I’d almost been just as bad with my thoughts of torturing her even more because of something she couldn’t have helped.
“I promise you, it won’t. I’ve had the best training. Don’t worry about me. The last thing I want to do is put myself in a situation that would take me away from you for good. I want this over with and I’m going to do everything possible to make that happen.”
Her arms tightened with amazing strength and I rested my head on top of hers, breathing in her scent for possibly the last time in a long time.
“When do you leave?”
My lips kissed her forehead and I leaned back to look into her face. “I’ll be getting a call here soon, but probably tonight or tomorrow.”
When I thought she would crumble before me, Elle didn’t. Her face turned hard and she nodded, blinking a few times before her face settled back on my chest. She was trying to be brave, but I could sense her fear. It only made me want to get this over with faster.
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