The bed sets back to normal, I grab an ice cube, letting it melt a little.
“I’m not finished with you until I come inside you,” I tell her as I give her pussy a hard slap, making her scream.
As the ice begins to melt, I bring it to her pussy, as I get to her entrance, I push it in. Brooklyn moans at the coolness soothing her, the sound making my cock twitch, and I push the ice inside her.
I bring my face close to hers.
“Are you mine?”
“All of me.” Brooklyn moans as I tease her clit.
“Will you betray me?”
“Never.”
“Will you listen?”
“Always.”
Brooklyn moans out loud as I enter her hard, and begin thrusting hard into her pussy, the cold and hot feeling makes me groan.
“Fuck.” I bring my mouth to her nipple, I quickly take the nipple clamp off her, and take the nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, as I thrust.
The coolness of the ice starts soothing my burning cock, as I continue to suck hard on her nipple. I move my hand to her neck, and hear Brooklyn choke a little as my grip tightens. I move my lips to hers and kiss her with aggression, as I tighten the grip around her neck, as I pump fast and hard.
“Mine, Brooklyn, you’re fucking mine!” I shout as my grips tighten as I feel myself losing it. “Brooklyn, come now!”
A few seconds and I explode in her, I loosen the grip around her neck.
Her body rips like an earthquake attacks the world. She screams out my name as her orgasm rips violently through her.
Still moving my hips in and out, I collapse on top of Brooklyn, slowly stopping. I look over at her, and see the tear escaping the side of her eyes, as she catches her breath. I give her neck a kiss. I pull out of her, and I smile when she moans.
Brooklyn has given me everything, and more. She is now and always will be mine, and I hope that Brooklyn doesn’t ask to leave, because it will break me.
“I will run a bath for us both,” I tell her as I stroke her face.
I get off the bed and start undoing the cuffs, as I do I give her wrists and ankles a kiss. I lean down to give Brooklyn a kiss.
Walking into the bathroom, I fill the bathtub, putting a few drops of oil and a bath bomb in there.
Once I’ve turned the tap off, I walk back to the bedroom. Bringing my arms under Brooklyn, I scoop her up to take her to the bathroom. I’ve lit some candles for her to make it as relaxing as I can.
“Bath time little Phoenix, I want to take care of you,” I say, as I lower her into the tub.
I sit her up and get in behind her. Brooklyn leans back into me, and I pull the small table to the side, closer.
“I got you this,” I break some milk chocolate for her. As she leans back into me, her body relaxing, I place the small piece of chocolate into her mouth.
I glide my fingers over her body, letting her relax more into me, as I take care of her.
“Let me wash you,” I whisper.
“Did I do well?” Brooklyn leans into me, her voice sounds so sleepy.
“I can’t tell you how amazing you are,” I give her head a kiss. “Now let me wash you, and then you can sleep.”
She is heaven, my heaven.
I didn’t think she could give me more, but fuck was I wrong.
She gave me everything, she gave me her heart, her soul, every part of her. She’s now mine, and no one will ever take her away from me.
I wake up panting, yet again when my demons resurface. Even though I’m awake, I still think it might be the longest I’ve slept all year.
I rub my hands over my face, angry that the demons still live inside me. I look over my shoulder at the sexy woman sleeping in my t-shirt. After last night, she needs sleep. I should let her relax, but I can’t help myself. I need to get the demons out of me; get the fucking hell out of me.
I pull the covers off Brooklyn, spread her legs, and settle between them. I smile as I see she’s not wearing anything to stop me from touching her.
I inhale her scent- soothing and calming, as I bring my face to her pussy. My tongue goes to action flicking her clit, biting it softly and drawing the softest moan from her lips. The sounds she makes calms my demons. The feeling of ecstasy fills me, because I’m making her feel so good now. Knowing she’s here with me, in my bed, to help me feel normal again, has my mind at peace.
I feel her hands under my t-shirt and up my back as she whispers my name. I begin kissing her stomach, neck, and move closer to her lips.
“I’m sorry, but-”
I look up into her eyes, she’s half asleep as she looks at me, not sure what she sees in my eyes, but it’s enough for her to know that I need this right now. “I’m here for you.”
Brooklyn wraps her legs around my waist, and my cock finds its way to heaven without me having to guide it. Her moans echo in my ears as I thrust in and out of her. I pull out of her for a second, then I push back in hard enough for Brooklyn to dig her nails into my back, and she half moans, half screams with how hard I take her. I adjust myself a bit to a sitting position, and move my hands up to her hips, wanting to get the night out of me, I thrust harder, watching Brooklyn’s breasts sway in front of me. I move faster with a vigor to explode her insides, to make her feel my need for her.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout as I continue to thrust.
I come hard, but I still push hard as the demons still play in my head, fucking with my head like they do every fucking night. Making sure that I remember them, I remember everything they did to me.
“Atlas!” Brooklyn shouts my name as she hits my hands. I realize my nails are puncturing her skin, making her scream out in pain.
“FUCK!” I shout to myself.
I pull out of her and move to the end of the bed, as I run my hands through my hair. I hurt her, I fucking hurt the one person I can never hurt. She might think I hurt her when we have sex, but I want to give her pleasure, and I know that she enjoys when I do. But I just hurt her, and it wasn’t for pleasure.
I feel Brooklyn’s hands on my back, and I flinch at her touch. Brooklyn hasn’t seen the scars I’ve been trying to hide from her. She doesn’t need to see how ugly I really am.
“You want to talk?”
“About?” I ask.
The last person I spoke to about all this was Lucy; I kept it hidden from her too, for as long as I could. Once I told her, I knew, no matter what time it was, she would be there for me.
Brooklyn said that she was mine and only mine. She has trusted me, she has given herself to me. She’s taken me for kidnapping her, keeping her, maybe it’s time to see if she can take me with all the demons too.
“What woke you up?” Brooklyn’s hand moves up my shoulder and across my front.
I stay quiet for a moment, thinking about how to tell her what happened to me. How do I tell her I wake up afraid for my life, fighting to breathe, fighting not to scream out in pain?
Brooklyn plants a small kiss on my shoulder. I know she’s felt the scars on my back, I should have stopped her the moment I felt her hands moving up my t-shirt, but I needed to release all the demons away from me, I didn’t care about my scars. I felt her fingers graze over them. My backside is full of scars more than smooth skin.
The only light coming into the room is from the red numbers on the clock, showing two fifteen in the morning.