Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(52)

Fuck! He was seriously skilled in dirty talk! He turned me over, and my hands itched to touch him. Like this, he could see everything I had, and take whatever he wanted.

I moved to touch him, but he pushed me down on the pillows that rested against the headboard and his hand wrapped around my throat possessively. “You’ll lie there and take it, little one. Be my good girl—” he said before he leaned down and nipped at one nipple, then the other, drawing it in until it grew hard from his hot mouth. His fingers found my core and plunged inside, pulling a deep moan of pleasure from my throat where his other hand held me down by my throat still. “Fucking hell, good girls aren’t this wet, Emma.”

“Jaeden,” I cried as his fingers continued to drive inside of me to a slow beat only he could hear and control. “I need to come!”

“Of course you do, Emma,” he rumbled as he brought his face up until his lips fanned over mine. “You’re right on the edge, because that’s where I want you. You’re so fucking close to coming but I changed my mind, I’m not ready for you to, not yet. You’re so close though, so fucking close that it’s driving you crazy. Every touch makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up; every caress sends a rush of shivers down your spine, and it feels like an electrical current is running through your soul.” His voice was a seductive, taunting purr. “I love you like this, and I’ll keep you right here as long as it pleases me. Teetering right on the brink of coming…Tell me, Emma, how does it feel to know I control when you come?”

“Please,” I begged, because let’s face it, between the dirty talk, his hand around my throat holding my ability to breathe in the balance, and his fingers? I was in trouble and he was in full control of every facet of my body. He had control, hell, he had my obedience.

“Not yet,” he said before he pressed his lips against mine. “Kiss me,” he ordered and I opened my mouth further, but his kiss was savage and hungry, as if he couldn’t get inside my mouth far enough. His fangs scraped over my tongue and then I felt the slice of flesh, but no pain accompanied it. I moaned against his hungry mouth as the kiss of my blood lingered in taste. He’d cut my tongue, only to heal it with his own saliva without taking his mouth from mine.

His hand pulled away from my core but he continued to hold my throat and I realized he wanted me to watch him, and by doing this, he had my full attention, but it was also a show of control, his way of telling me he had all control of me, and would use it. He pulled his mouth away from mine, and he smiled before his hand loosened, and he started working my neck over with his mouth. His lips pressed against my neck, and opened. I waited for the pierce, but it didn’t come. Instead, he sucked against the vein, and released it. Sucked, nipped, licked and repeated it until I felt my clitoris as it pulsed in sync with what his mouth was doing, if it was even possible. It was erotic, and the wetness which had pooled between my legs was proof of just how much control he held over my body.

I pulled back but it was only a second of hesitation. Too many emotions were warring inside of me, with how I felt, and what he was doing to me.

“What are you afraid of, Emma? I can feel you pulling back, and I don’t like it,” he growled as his mouth lifted from my neck.

“I’m afraid of falling,” I replied honestly. I was terrified of loving him, and falling with him could hurt me and change who I was irrevocably. He could destroy me.

“I’ll catch you, Emma,” he whispered against my ear huskily. “Always.”

A single tear fell from my eyes but he caught it with his lips and kissed my cheek tenderly. He then sat up and pulled me close. “No more fears, not in this bed. Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

“Do you really, or are you just placating me?”

“I trust you, Viking,” I said with more force behind it. More conviction.

“Give me your arms then,” he ordered and watched as I hesitated. “This takes trust,” he added as he watched me move my arms to him. “I won’t hurt you, but I do plan to use you like my own personal fuck toy, and after that, I’m going to make love to you.”

He yanked my hands up and tied them together tightly at the wrist. He then secured the nylon rope to the headboard where a metal hook had been drilled into it since last time I’d been here. “Is that too tight?” he asked as he looked down at my body with a naked hunger that made me whimper. “I’m going to take that as no,” he said as his lips on one side of his mouth rose into a cocky grin. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are,” he whispered and I did, as if his words could control my legs. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this, all tied up and helpless.”



“I need you to get to it,” I growled with a hunger of my own. “I ache.”

“Test the bonds, Emma, and don’t talk unless I tell you to. I need to know if you are comfortable with being tied to my bed, because trust needs to be between us before I can start ravishing you. Without it, this is just fucking and I want more with you. If you just want to be fucked, tell me now and I’ll do it. I’ll ram my hard cock so far into this sweet pussy that you’ll feel me when you sleep tonight. If you want more, you’ll wait until your mind is ready for me, because at that time, your body will follow it into the abyss of pleasure I have planned for you.”

I bit my lip because while I wanted to come, I wanted more with him too. I wanted more than just sex; I wanted mind blowing, fuck my world up, make me ache for days sex. I wanted him soul-deep, and I had a feeling that by the time he was done with me, we’d be there—together.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, I plan to fuck this pussy until it comes for me, soon.”

I moaned and bucked my hips invitingly as his fingers trailed over the thin patch of hair that was nestled there. He pulled my legs apart and smiled down at how wet I was from just his words alone. “You’re drenched, is that for me?”

“Yes,” I said while making incoherent moaning noises. His fingers entered my core, but just the tips of them. He smiled as he pulled them back out and flicked my clit with one and then entered with three fingers, but again it was only the tips poised at my opening. He was going to make me work for it.

“Go ahead, try to move, Emma. I want to watch you suffer with the need to be fucked. You should see how sexy you are like this. I can see you want to move so badly, as if it would give any relief at all, and maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless,” he whispered as he pulled those deliciously naughty fingers away from my opening. I had to work to get that little bit of pressure back inside of me. “The fact is, my naughty little fuck toy, you are helpless. There is absolutely no escape for you right now. Go ahead, scream to come. I want to hear it, beg me to let you come.”

“Jaeden, make me come, please? I need it so bad,” I begged, but I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to scream his name in need. That was what he wanted from me; he wanted the primal, no holding back scream that I’d given him the first time he’d fucked me. He pulled his fingers away until the very tips touched my opening again, as if he was punishing me.

“Emma, tell me who your body belongs to. Then maybe I’ll give this soaking wet pussy just what it craves, maybe. Look me in the eyes and listen to what I’m saying to you. It’s going to be sore by the time I’m done with it, red and abused, and I promise you, it will still want more. You’ll take everything I give you tonight, now beg for it.”

The moment he placed the fingers barely inside of me, I did it. I begged until he smiled and leaned his head down to suckle one nipple. He swirled his tongue around it and played with it as I squirmed and begged. He moved to the other nipple and swirled, licked and played with it for a few delicious moments and then he bit down around my nipple with sharp fangs as his fingers pushed fully inside of me. He thumbed my clit and I detonated, screaming his name until my voice was hoarse from it. He pulled at my nipple with his mouth, feeding as I exploded again and yet my mouth kept saying his name over and over again like a benediction.

“Good girl; keep going, keep coming for me. Don’t you dare stop coming; you’re my little orgasm doll tonight, so I want to see this sweet pussy dripping with come before I finally fuck it. That’s it, my pretty little fuck toy, fuck you’re so hot. So fucking hot,” he moaned. I shook my head, begging for something, even though I didn’t know what, not until he said it. “I can see you, Emma, and no, I won’t stop because you’re not done coming for me yet. You were just begging for this orgasm and now you’re begging for it to stop? I don’t think so; can you feel how slick with your juices my fingers are?”

I was soaking wet, he was right. That wasn’t the problem. It was the fact that it was one solid body shaking orgasm that had me sobbing actual tears from pure ecstasy, but I felt as if I was falling and he’d been right, I feared passing out because blackness had replaced my vision and the only thing I could see was an expanse of stars that seemed to be exploding. It felt as if I had left his bed, and floated in the abyss he’d spoken about; there was pain here. Pain and pleasure from coming too hard, too fast; I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I didn’t.