TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(47)

Fiona felt like she fell into the abyss, sheer black oblivion taking over her whole brain, filling it with fuzzy grey static for a period of time that Fiona couldn’t measure. It could have been a few seconds, a few minutes, a full hour—there was no way of knowing. At this point, Fiona didn’t really care. The darkness that wrapped around her was warm and thick and heavy, and she wanted to stay in it for as long as possible because it made her feel safe. It made her feel like nothing she did was wrong, that everything was okay, and that no matter what happened, she would have this, this gentle yet powerful peace that came only from the deepest, scariest pleasure.



Eventually, she became aware that Gage was rubbing her legs, massaging her muscles back to life. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to drop a final kiss on the top of her cunt before traveling back up her body, taking her into his arms. “Good girl.”



“I am, aren’t I?” Fiona mumbled, her thoughts still foggy and unclear. She had to muster all of the energy left in her limbs to wrap her legs and arms around Gage, tugging him closer as he cuddled her.



“Yes,” he answered, dropping a kiss at the top of her head and brushing the sweaty strands of hair out of her eyes. “Yes, you are.”



Fiona sighed deeply, happily, and finally opened her eyes again, seeing Gage smiling at her, his eyes full of light and hope and promise. Fiona felt the shadow of fear cross her heart, but she ignored it, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist to pull him as close as possible. She reached down to find his hand, tangling their fingers together, sweat pooling between their hot palms, but she didn’t care. She wanted all of him to touch all of her, no matter what.



“You taste just as good as I remembered,” Gage said, chuckling a little as he used his free hand to cup the side of her face, rubbing her skin with his soft fingertips. “Maybe even better.”



Fiona grinned bashfully, dropping her eyes, but Gage put a finger under her chin and made her look directly at him to see that he wasn’t fucking around or teasing her. “I mean it,” he whispered. “You’re so pure. So clean.”



She swallowed to clear her throat, preparing herself to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. She realized she didn’t have the vocabulary to express how she felt in this moment. It was beyond words, beyond thought. The only thing she could do was squeeze Gage’s hand tighter and hope and pray that he could feel her pulse through her skin, feel the way her heart responded to words. He’s freeing me, she thought silently. He’s freeing me from the kidnapper’s words by stealing them from him and making them better, cleaner, purer. He’s washing away my past without erasing it. He’s…loving me.



That’s what it came down to. This man, however flawed, however broken, however stubborn and ridiculous and rude and silly—this man loved her. Full-body, full-soul loved her. That was the thrilling thing, the terrifying thing, the thing that made her orgasm so amazing and overwhelming all at once. He loved her in the way that the ocean loved sand, the way that the moon loved the Earth, the way that stars loved their own light. He loved her deeply, eternally, forever.



What does that mean? What do I do? What the fuck do I do with that? Fiona wondered, but she didn’t feel equipped to address those questions yet. For now, she had Gage’s body in front of her, and she was going treat it as sweetly and lovingly as he’d treated hers.



She began by rubbing her hands over his shoulders, noting the knots of tension that she found with her fingers. “You’re all tense up here,” she whispered, leaning in to drop soft kisses against the roughest spots at the top of each of his arms. “Let me loosen you up.”



Gage sighed deeply and seemed to turn into goo underneath her, relaxing so quickly that he just fell back against the mattress, going limp against her touch. She pushed him back gently so that he lay flat on his back and lifted her body to straddle him, each of her legs on either side of his waist. Fiona leaned over his body to apply soothing touches and kisses, starting with his neck. “So tense,” she murmured as she rubbed at the muscles of his neck, digging her thumb into his skin to get him to relax. Next, she moved down to his shoulders, pressing her fingers in deep until she felt his muscles unclench underneath her touch. Then, her hands slipped down his arms. Fiona dragged her nails over his thick forearm, smiling as she felt goosebumps perk up in response.



Fiona leaned over to kiss his torso, starting with his pecs and gradually moving down to his hard, solid stomach, nibbling a little at his skin until she heard him whine under his breath, barely audible. At the same time, she brought her hands down to scratch at his hipbones, rubbing over his skin back and forth, back and forth. She could feel him start to stiffen again underneath her, but this time, it was out of anticipation, his breathing going heavier as her hands moved down south to his legs.