Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 2) (10 page)

He kissed my temple.
“Tonight, I will.”

After wrapping a
shorter piece of rope around my ankles, he pulled a chair in front of
the mirror and bent me over the back of it. The top hit me in the
solar plexus, just below the tight strips of rope. Other than his
hands, the chair was my only support.

“No tingling or lack
of feeling?” he asked, checking one of the knots for tightness.

I shook my head. My
shoulders ached and my wrists burned, but I refused to complain.

He reverently kissed my
shoulders and the back of my neck. Yesterday, in the long, bleak
hours before our night at the M Society, I’d have given anything to
feel his lips on my skin. Now I knew his kisses were a prelude to
something dangerous. Of course, anything was better than sitting
miserably by myself in the kitchen. I had Marc’s attention, however
ruthless it might be.

I gasped when I felt
his fingers, which were cool and slippery with lubricant.

“Ass up,” he said,
smacking my behind lightly.

I tilted back my hips.
Softly, he spread the sticky fluid until I was saturated with it. No
man had ever touched me so intimately, or with such firm, gentle
strokes.

“Relax,” he
whispered. “I love every part of you. Give it all to me.”

He took my hips in his
hands and pulled me against him. “What a gorgeous, round ass you
have,” he said. “I’m sure every man who sees you wants to fuck
you just like this.”

His heavy, hot tip
pressed insistently against my slick flesh and I recoiled on
instinct.

“Don’t fight me,”
he said, forcing my hips back and upward. “You couldn’t even if
you tried.”

Impossible though it
seemed, he was going to enter me – and I was going to bend over and
let him. I blew out a long breath and imagined myself opening for
him, receiving the man who became my master every night. He was
massive in my mouth and between my thighs, but from behind he was
practically a barbarian.

Thrusting gently, he
entered me a little at a time, allowing me to breathe slowly and
expand. Underneath my fear was the joy of giving him what he craved.

“That’s right,”
he whispered against my ear. “Let me take you.”

I’d never felt so
totally captured by a man, or so in love.

I bit my lip to keep
from saying the words as he filled me with his immense shaft.
I
love you, I love you.
Moans ripped from my throat,
high-pitched cries I hardly recognized as my own. I couldn’t even
pretend to have the control I’d had with Trevor, the detachment
that let me feel only what I chose.

Marc controlled every
movement – his and mine. Freed from responsibility, I could give in
to every sensation.

“Oh, Marc,” I
whispered, my head tipped back against his bare chest. I couldn’t
tell where pain ended and pleasure began as he plundered me, his
moans deep and guttural. Then my body opened for him and a profound
pleasure took over.

“Tell me you like it
in your ass,” he said in my ear.

I told him, and felt
him swell to an almost unbearable girth.

“Say it again,” he
said, driving himself deeper. “Again. Again.”

“I love it,” I
said. “You feel so big and hard inside me.”

He sucked in a sharp
breath. “Be careful. I won’t last long if you keep talking like
that.”

I smiled, reveling in
my ability to undo him. “I love being punished in my ass,” I
whispered, letting go of every inhibition.

“Sweet Sophie. I knew
you would.”

I glanced up and saw
him watching me in the mirror. Our eyes locked in a spellbinding
connection that felt like a narcotic in my veins.

It wasn’t just the
exquisite sight of him, the slashing shadows under his cheekbones or
the ink black of his lashes. This was deeper than sex, deeper than
words. Whatever it was – chemistry, love, the lure of sexual danger
– I’d never felt anything close to it. I didn’t want to live
without it.

“You know what I
think?” he said, slowing the thrust of his hips.

“What?” I asked,
still riveted to his reflected gaze.

He slid a hand around
my chest and rested it on my heart. “I think you need to be
submissive to me. It unlocks something in you, doesn’t it? It
breaks down the barriers you use with other men. You can’t use them
with me because I won’t let you. I force you to feel something.”

I knew without thinking
that it was true. Every time he spanked or tied me, he tore away more
of the armor I’d built up. With him, I was raw emotion, pure
sensation, a soul stripped bare. No man had ever been able to get to
me, until Marc.

I nodded slowly, my
lips parted. In the mirror, they glistened like wet rose petals.

“I know you,” he
said. “I’ve known you since the first time you looked at me.”

“How?”

“You’re a kindred
spirit,” he said, lowering his mouth to my shoulder. “We’ve
both been shut inside of ourselves too long. And now we’re free.”

I tilted my head,
letting him graze my neck with sharp white teeth. He was right –
I’d shut down my emotions years ago, and now they were all rushing
out at once. For the first time I didn’t care about the fallout
from my actions, or what might happen tomorrow. I wanted to feel, I
wanted to live, and damn the consequences.

I arched my back with
the euphoria of his kisses and slid deeper on his erection. “You’re
trying to make me come, aren’t you?” he said, tightening his grip
on my hips.

“Yes,” I said. “I
want you to come in my ass.”

He groaned, a throaty
sound of male hunger. His thrusts were rough and fast now, completely
unrestrained. “You make me so hard. Say that one more time.”

“Come in my ass,” I
said, my head thrown back against his shoulder. “Take me, Marc.”

Arms entwined behind
me, I couldn’t think, or move, or feel anything but the searing
depth of his stiff cock. It was too much for me – too painful, too
pleasurable, too intimate – and there was no escaping it.

“I wanted this the
first time we met,” he said, mouth against my ear. “I fantasized
about it that night and came three times thinking about you.”

“Three times?” I
whispered, my cheeks flaming.

“And even that wasn’t
enough.” He pushed a hand between my sticky thighs and covered his
palm with my juices. “You like knowing I jerked off to you, don’t
you? You like knowing I’m going to come inside you right now.”

I could barely gasp a
yes
as he lightly
fingered my clitoris. Using the only power I still had, I clenched my
muscles tightly. I felt him throb in response, and his breath
accelerated in time with his hips. A moment later, he lost control
and came with a violent tremor of ecstasy.

“Beautiful girl,”
he groaned, pulling my ass up and back to take him to the root. I
could hardly breathe from the force of his thrusts, which seemed to
scorch every inch of my skin. By the time his movements slowed, I
felt weak and shaky, totally consumed.

He wrapped his arms
around me and pressed his face into the curve of my shoulder. “Are
you okay?” he asked, still swollen inside me.

“I’m not sure yet,”
I said, still trying to catch my breath.

“If you’re not
sure, it sounds like you need to come.”

I smiled at him in the
mirror. “My punishment’s over already?”

“For now,” he said
with a sexy grin. “Kneel for me.”

After freeing my
ankles, he helped me down to the carpet. Lying naked on his back, he
slid underneath me and grasped my waist in his hands. I spread my
legs and lowered myself, first onto his soft lips and then his wet,
warm tongue. As if to demonstrate the range of his sexual skills, he
licked me with supreme gentleness, an arousing contrast to the
thorough ass-fucking I’d just received.

“I love tasting you,”
he said, kissing along the sensitive seam of my thigh. “You’re so
sweet and wet.”

“I’m wet for you,”
I whispered.

Though I couldn’t
touch him, I slid back and forth, letting him lap me from ass to clit
and fuck me with his tongue. In one night he’d devoured every part
of me. His hands trailed slowly up my sides, from my waist to my ribs
and finally, to my breasts. He squeezed my nipples as he kissed my
clit again and again, in a sensual rhythm so intense that I came in a
sudden, shaking rush. The core of my body pulsated, every cell
rippling with a pleasure that flamed through my blood.

“Marc,” I gasped,
my lips quivering from another explosion.

Even after I came he
licked me, refusing to let me up until he’d tasted me to his
satisfaction. I squirmed and moaned above him, oversensitized but too
excited to stop. When he finally let me go and got up, my legs almost
collapsed under me.

Taking my shoulders, he
helped me stand. “Lean on me,” he said. “I won’t let you
fall.”

Facing me toward the
mirror, he untied the ropes carefully, not rushing, taking pride in
his knots. “For a long time I thought all that practice would be
for nothing,” he said.

“You just had to be
patient.”

He kissed the nape of
my neck. “Yes. And you were absolutely worth the wait.”

I stretched out each
arm, letting my muscles flex and relax. My skin tingled as if I’d
just woken up. “I feel tranquilized,” I said.

“It’s the
endorphins,” he said. “Your reward for enduring a little pain.”

“Well, it wasn’t
pain, exactly. It was something in between.”

“Are you saying you
liked your punishment?” he asked.

I rested my forehead
against his chest and let out a long, satiated sigh. “Like doesn’t
approach how I feel right now.”

After he coiled the
rope and hung it back in the closet, we lay down on the bed, my back
tucked into his chest. I was surprised that I was only a little sore.
He stirred, squeezing me tightly with his powerful arms.

“I realize we can’t
solve everything with incredibly hot sex,” he said. “I want you
to know you can talk to me. Is there anything else you want to ask
about Lydia? My past?”

“No,” I murmured,
so relaxed that a single word took all my energy.

“Well, I have
something to ask you, then.”

I looked at him over my
shoulder. “What is it?”

“Are you really going
to leave after our trip to Provence?”

I’d avoided even
thinking about leaving and now I knew why. The mere idea of leaving
Marc felt like a punch to the chest.

“I have to go home
sometime,” I said, though I had little to go home for. I had no
pending work assignments and could sublet my apartment if I needed
to. New York was starting to seem like the place where I’d once
lived, not the place where I lived now.

“Why don’t you
consider staying for a while after that?” he asked, his voice low
and tempting.

I closed my eyes,
searching for a scrap of strength. They were the words I’d been
longing to hear, but they were a trap. Say yes, and he’d have
exactly what he wanted – a willing submissive at his beck and call,
just like Lydia. How long could I go on like this, living from day to
day with no care for my work or the future? Would I ever be me again?

“You’re wondering
what it would be like to stay, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said,
though that barely scratched the surface.

“Listen, I’ve
thought about this all day. I can’t give up what we do in bed
together. I can say I’d try but it wouldn’t be the truth.”

“Why could you stop
with other women?”

With two fingers, he
stroked my hip in a mesmerizing pattern. “Because you bring out
something in me. It isn’t the way you look, although that’s part
of it. There’s just something indefinable between us. You felt it
the night we met, didn’t you?”

His hopeful tone gave
me a rush of tenderness. “I did, Marc,” I said. “But won’t
continuing this way drive you crazy? You’ve been trying to escape
it for years.”

“Maybe I should trust
that you can handle it. You’re not emotionally fragile like Lydia
was.”

I rolled away from him
and sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. “No, I’m not. And you
can’t go on punishing yourself for the actions of other people.”

He slipped both palms
behind his head. “It’s not their actions, Sophie, it’s my own.
I’ve never allowed this to go on for more than a few months. I
don’t know what will happen if I do.”

“You might get bored
of it,” I said.

His eyes flashed with
conviction. “Never.”

“But what about last
night? You were ready to give it all up over a scratch on my wrist.”

He rubbed a hand over
his forehead. “Last night was…a reaction to feeling that I’d
hurt you without meaning to. I can’t allow this to damage you. It
has to stay under my control.”

“But you can’t
control everything, Marc. There’ll always be unintended
consequences. That’s just life.”

“It’s not my life,”
he said. “I won’t let it be. Not as far as you’re concerned.”

Instead of responding,
I slid my hand around his cheek. No man had ever cared enough about
me to try to change life’s basic rules, but Marc was doing his
damnedest. I couldn’t help but love and even envy him for it.

He really thought that
with enough determination, he could force everything to work out. It
was a beautiful fantasy, but that’s all it was. I’d lost that
illusion a long time ago, so long now I wasn’t sure I’d ever
believed it in the first place.

Still, something about
Marc made me want to try again.

For two blissful days,
it felt like nothing could touch us.

It was the weekend,
leaving us free to indulge our desires all day long. On Saturday
morning he shaved me with a straight razor, perching me on his
bathroom vanity and sitting on a chair between my open legs. With
light, careful strokes, he shaved my pussy down to the skin and then
licked me to a shuddering orgasm in front of the mirror.