Holy shit. That dream...
I sit up quickly, and he stands, grabbing a bottle of water from the chair. When he hands it to me, I swallow as I catch sight of his fingers. My cheeks heat. I’m both irritated and thankful that he woke me up. I don’t like that he’s in my mind, messing with me, yet I would give anything to feel the way he made me feel in my dream.
I take the water and unscrew the cap. As I guzzle the liquid down, my mind pictures him on top of me again. His tongue roving my body. His fingers exploring my skin. His lips kissing every inch of me.
“Do you always talk in your sleep?” he questions, towering over me.
Oh, shit.
What the fuck did I say?
I want to crawl under a rock and die, spying the smug grin on his face when I look up at him. I ignore his question.
“You’re lying,” I accuse.
I want to end this conversation before he confirms what I’m trying to deny.
“You moaned my name,” he assures me with a satisfied look on his face.
It makes me angry, and I lash out.
“What the hell kind of name is Blade, anyway? Did your parents hate you or something?”
“It’s a nickname.”
I look at him nervously. Suddenly, I don’t want to know why they call him that. The vicious look in his eye and his sinister smile tells me I’m about to find out.
“They call me Blade because that’s my weapon of choice,” he explains. “I prefer to slice my victims open because I like watching the blood seep through their torn skin.”
I swallow down the fear that he’s trying to emit from me, and I change the subject.
“What time is it?”
“Almost five,” he answers.
I’ve been out for nearly five hours. My empty stomach rumbles, angry that the water I just drank is the first thing I’ve consumed all day. I need real food.
“You’re hungry,” he tells me.
I don’t want to need anything from him, so I stay quiet. He takes my silence as a challenge and flips the chair around in front of me, sitting backward on it.
“I’m attempting to make your time here a little easier for you, but if you’d prefer making it hard, then I’m not going to stop you.”
The words making it hard ring in my head, and I remember the feeling of his erection on my stomach earlier this morning. I don’t appreciate the fact that my thoughts seem to only be able to think about one thing at the moment. I scoff at myself, but he thinks it’s directed at him.
“Suit yourself,” he says, rising from the chair.
When he pushes the door open, I fold.
“Wait,” I cry out.
He stops and turns around to face me again. Standing up, I brush the dust and dirt from my clothing.
“Yes,” I begin. “I am hungry.”
“I’ll go get you something to eat. I’ll be right back.”
“I understand why you need to keep me here,” I say before he can go anywhere, “but if I promise not to run, can you please let me out of this box?”
“I don’t think so, little girl. You’ve already proven to me, several times, that you’re a flight risk.”
I feel my panic begin to return. He exits the room but doesn’t get the chance to close the door before I latch myself onto him from behind.
“Please,” I beg him. “I feel like I’m suffocating in there. Take me anywhere. You probably have a house. Take me there. Handcuff us together for all I care, just please don’t make me stay in here any longer.”
Reaching back, he pulls me off of him and turns around. He looks angry that I’ve attacked him, but his hard expression fades quickly. Cupping my face with both of his hands, he wipes away tears that I didn’t realize I was crying. When our eyes lock, his captivating gaze holds me hostage. The connection is strong, and it makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before.
It’s unnerving, but I can’t look away.
The thought of my dream coming true intimidates me, but my body yearns for more of his touch. I moan into his mouth as my clit begins to throb. Running my hands up his arms, I silently plead for him to give me more. He places his hands under my ass and lifts me off the ground. Carrying me over to a nearby workbench, he sits me on top of it.
“I’m going to be very clear about something, Sasha,” he tears his lips from mine, breathing heavily.
Holding my head firmly in place, so he has my undivided attention, he continues.
“If we take this any further, there will be no stopping it. I don’t do gentle love-making; I will fuck you. Are we clear?”
I can’t think straight, my mind unable to make my mouth move and form words. All I can do is nod, but even that is weak.
“Good girl,” he praises, tearing my shirt into pieces and letting it fall to the ground.
As he takes in the sight of me, I sit up straight on the bench and wrap my arms around his neck. I’m ready to start kissing him again.
“One more thing,” he stops my forward motion by gently placing his hand on my chest. “After this, you’ll be mine, forever.”
Chapter Eleven
Blade
Mine.
I’m tired of fighting the urge that has been coursing through me since I laid eyes on her this morning. Are the circumstances ideal? No. Do I have any right to feel the things I’m feeling for her? Absolutely not. Do I care? Fuck no.
I took an oath and have given my entire life to this Club. While I don’t regret it, I’ve also given up a lot of shit too. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. There have been many, many girls in the past. There have been countless experiences that have pushed me to my limits.
“Do you understand?”
She nods her head again, her jade eyes unfocused. She’s still just as unsure as she was a moment ago. I’m a motherfucker for getting her worked up enough to agree to anything I say, but I don’t care. That’s how I live.
I do what I want. I take what I want.
Aside from official Club business, no one tells me what to do.
“Good girl.”
I press my lips to hers again before I lay her back on the workbench. She’s going to get oily and dirty, but I don’t care. I’ll take her into the shower, clean her off, and get her dirty all over again if I want to.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it onto the floor next to me. Unbuttoning her jean shorts, I tug on the zipper. Dragging them down her legs, my cock aches to be inside of her the moment I spot the purple silk of her thong.
“Mmm...” I groan.
I run my finger down her slit overtop of the thin fabric, and I can feel the wet warmth through it. Propping each foot up on the shelf under the bench, I lean over to untie my boots, laying kisses to her inner thighs as I do so.
She’s trembling by the time I get the second boot off. I make quick work of my jeans and boxers, and as soon as they’re off, I latch my mouth onto her clit through the thong. As each of us gets a different area of the fabric wet, I reach my hands up and unlatch the front clip of her bra.
I watch as her perfect tits sway slightly from being freed, and I swear to God that I may never let her cage those puppies back up ever again. I roll her pebbled nipples between my fingertips as I inhale the aroma of her pussy. I practically drool; the scent of her is more erotic than anything else I’ve ever seen or done in my entire life.