“I wouldn't!” Stepping forward, her forehead nearly touched his chin. “I would never tell anyone what goes on down there, Benedict. I really wouldn't. All of it, that world... it means everything to me, too.” Hesitating, studying the curve of his mouth, she dropped her voice. “You mean everything to me, Benedict. Master Onyx.”
Saying his name was like invoking a demon. Crushing his lips to hers, he shoved her back against the wall. He trapped her, held her in place so he could remind her of all the things about him she needed.
The kiss was long, it made her lungs scream. Benedict pulled away, raspy as he inhaled. The gleam in his eyes, she knew it was reflected in hers. “You mean that, don't you?” he whispered.
“Of course, I could never lie to you... Master.”
His smile was indulgent, it soon became a sneer. “No. You couldn't.”
It was the first time they'd kissed, done anything, without masks between them. Benedict lacked the slow, cool collection he'd wielded when they were beyond the red door. Now, he was ravenous.
His fingers clawed into her hair, capturing here so she couldn't escape. As if she would have wanted to.
Teeth clamped on her earlobe, then rubbed down her silky throat. Everything he did made her groan, everything he was drove her wild. Scrabbling to hold onto his back, Judith knew her brain was turning to pudding.
In an easy flex of muscles, he gripped her waist, spinning her around. The springs of her old bed creaked when she landed there, then again as he climbed on top. Pushing his chest against hers, Benedict breathed in her scent. Hearing his greedy moan, it made her eyelashes flutter.
The old tank top she'd thrown on that morning, it was torn over her head. Her crimson strands became wild, falling over her bare chest. She hadn't yet put on a bra, and now her perky mounds were exposed to his smirk. “It's nice to see you in proper lighting,” he said.
Judith reached up, wanting to undo his buttons. Instead, he straddled her and sat up, doing the job himself. She didn't mind. He was much better, much more quick, than she would have been. Gazing at his exposed muscles made her skin tingle.
The dark haired man bent down, wrapping lips around one firm nipple. He suckled her gently, making her press her knees together I ecstasy. Each tug at her breast made the walls of her pussy throb, like they were connected by invisible threads.
Benedict thumbed her aerole, lazy circles that made Judith breathe faster. “Your body is so easy to read,” he whispered. Blowing cool air on the slickness of her damp nipple, he chuckled at her whimper. “I love it, really.”
He... loves it?
Reaching between them, he shoved her pants down, ripping them aside. The second his fingers caressed the front of her panties, she knew he'd find her soaking. His amused snicker, the way he glanced into her blushing face, confirmed her theory.
Amazingly, he didn't comment on it. Hooking his arms around her thighs, Benedict lifted her until her ass was in the air, her slit inches from his teasing smirk. Staring straight into her face, he inhaled her scent loudly. Seeing the lust cross his expression, it was turning her on more than she'd ever been.
He didn't yank her panties down, he tugged them to one side, revealing her pinkness. Running his tongue over her swollen lips, the man lapped at her like he was parched for water. Each stroke made her cry out, her fingers digging into the blankets. Soft lips circled her pulsing clit, embracing it in luscious pleasure. She was sure she wouldn't last long, but positive when he suddenly dipped his elegant fingers deep into her clenching tunnel. Wriggling his digits inside of her, Benedict held her tight as she gyrated with wild passion.
Rolling her eyes back, Judith trembled with the pressure of her abrupt climax. Inside of her, her walls rippled over his thrusting fingers. His face, when he smiled down at her, was drenched. Oh god, my heart might explode!
The wetness was audible, his fingers slipping free of her. For a moment, Judith felt the aching pain of emptiness. Benedict was fast, removing his belt and jeans without issue. The pants fell to the floor, but where they ended up was a mystery neither of them cared about.
Sliding over her, he again left her underwear on. The fact he wouldn't waste time, that he'd leave them and just push them out of the way, it was decadent. Leaning down, he kissed her roughly. Judith tasted her own sweetness on his tongue.
The plump tip of his cock was warm, her only warning he was about to shove himself into her tightness. She braced herself, chest thrumming with desire for him to fill her with his thickness.
Benedict brushed his nose to hers, speaking soft, insistent. “Do you need me to fuck you?”
“I—yes, of course!” she cried out, staring at him with eyes that had trouble focusing.
“Then,” he said, bending to whisper into her hear, “I need you to do something for me.”
Her mouth was dry, sticky. “What's that?”
“Agree to be mine.” His cock slid along her slippery lips. “Agree to come back, to finish the mural... to never break my rules again.” The more he talked, the greater her pussy twitched. “Or, little Sparrow, I will not fuck you. I will not give you the cock you need. So what will it be?”
Judith looked at him squarely, her lips smiling upwards at one corner. She could see the confusion welling in his cobalt blues. “That's all? You didn't need to bribe me to get that. It's... it's all I wanted all along, Master Onyx.”
His consternation melted, transformed into a thing of ravenous lust. Holding her shoulders, he pressed her into the bed, driving his entire length into her cunt in one fierce stroke.
It was the answer they had both wanted, the one they both needed.
Judith squealed, thrusting to meet him. The sound of their bodies filled the room, wet and desperate. His teeth found her throat, her nails dug into his sides. Whatever sharpness the pain delivered was muted by the delightful throes of heat rising in their centers.
I'm so close, so god damn close. Her pink walls trembled, grasping at his swelling shaft to lock him in place. She wasn't strong enough to hold him. Tensing, the pressure mounting to a peak, Judith groaned openly while the orgasm took control.
Inside of her, she felt him quickening. Above, his breathing was heavy with exertion. He's going to cum, too! Realizing how near his release was, her anxiousness soared. Is he going to do it in me? He hadn't before, but it would be hard for him to pull out.
Roiling with fear and anticipation, hot with a taboo desire for his seed to fill her, Judith wrapped her thighs around his lower back. If he'd debated yanking free, her position made it impossible.
Burying himself to the hilt, Benedict grunted into the crook of her neck. His skin vibrated, his cock twitched, and rivulets of pearly essence poured inside of her eager pussy.
Together they laid there, panting on the soaked mattress.
Lifting his head, Benedict watched her with far more self-consciousness than she thought he could manage. “You really will come back, you meant that?”
Chuckling, the red-head crushed her lips to his for a short second. “Of course I meant it. I meant every word. I'm yours, Benedict. Master Onyx. Whatever you want me to call you, I don't care. I... I love you, both of you,” she admitted. Her face was tomato red, her insides shaking with her vulnerability. Oh no, why did I say that? What if he doesn't...
Her thoughts became ash as he rolled her over him, still buried in her slit. His kiss was more needy than even her own had been. “Judith... little Sparrow... I love you, too. I never thought I would say those words, but I mean them.”
He means them. Radiant, she said no more, only wanting to taste his mouth. The mouth that had been both cruel and kind, the mouth that had banished her...
The mouth that had brought her back.
And now, I'm his. Truly his.
She desired nothing more.
Epilogue
Judith set the last of her things into the cardboard box, hoisting it in her arms tightly. Benedict had told her he'd send people to help her move, but
she'd insisted she could do it herself. I own so little, it only took me a few hours.
Kicking the squeaky door aside, she carried the container down her steps. She was planning to bring it to the front, for when Corbin arrived, until something caught her eye. Pausing, Judith turned, noticing the flag for her mail box was up. I thought I changed my address already?
Setting down the square burden, she dug out her keys. When she opened the tiny metal door, a collection of paper spun to the ground. Groaning, Judith bent to gather it up, shaking her head in irritation. I won't have to deal with that anymore at Benedict's place, I bet. Thinking about the fact he'd asked her to move in made her smile.
Straightening out the pile of envelopes, one of them caught her eye. It was crisp, official looking, and she recognized the name on it instantly.
Dropping everything, not caring where it fluttered, Judith tore the envelope open. With shaking fingers, she unfolded the paper, reading the familiar words.
Only, that time, what was written at the very bottom was not what she'd seen weeks ago.
Benedict had been right. His letter would do the trick.
She'd been accepted to Sun Arts College.
****
The scent of paint was strong in her nose, mind bent to her work. She didn't hear him, didn't sense him, until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Warm lips touched Judith's neck, his chuckle muffling her pleased gasp.
“Benedict,” she laughed, placing her paintbrush on the pallet. “You surprised me.”
“Don't I always?” he mused, spinning the girl so he could taste her lips. Falling into his touch, her brain melted like candy in the sun. Releasing Judith, he stepped back so she could see his amused smirk. “That painting is coming along nicely,” he said.
Blinking, she smiled up at the wall. It was one of the many stretches of white in his home—her home—that she'd been eager to get to work on. “You like it?”
“I do, very much.” Reaching out, he pulled her against him so they could stand and view the mural in comfortable silence. “What does it mean, what's its story about?”
Judith's cheeks went pink, but she gazed over the scene wistfully. It was almost entirely black, curling like smoke that consumed everything. There, in the very center, was a red sparrow flying proudly. It would have been easy to assume the darkness was chasing the bird, harming it, but Judith knew better.
“It's a story about love, and not fighting it when it comes calling,” she said pensively.
Benedict nuzzled her cheek, stroking her throat until she whimpered. “So, it's a story about us.”
“Yes,” she agreed, leaning into his agile hands. “It's a story about us.”
The End
Table of Contents
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Epilogue
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