True Colours:The You Don't Know Me Trilogy Book 2(21)

'Do you want this?' he demands.

'Yes,' I breathe, knowing exactly what he means. He wants it rough, and  judging by the fact that I'm already wet down below, so do I. Sense and  reason have already taken a hike. It's my full intention to be reckless.

'Your decision.'

Tugging my head to one side, he traces his mouth across my throat,  sucking hard in places, grazing his teeth against my skin in others,  sending me wild with anticipation. I need more, and I need it now. And  there's only one way to get it. While my left arm is still pinned  against my side, my right arm is free. In a growing frenzy, I reach up  and take hold of the back of his neck, driving my fingernails into his  skin, instantly achieving the desired effect. He stiffens, digging his  fingers into my buttocks, causing me to cry out. And then he brings his  lips to mine, silencing me with a ferocious kiss.

Suddenly, we're teetering on the edge of wild. And I want us to topple right over.

When he finally pulls away, his pupils are dilated, his breathing sharp.

'Remember your safeword.'

I nod.

'Use it if you need to.'

Without warning, he spins me round, holding me tight against his chest.  While one hand comes to my left breast, cupping it firmly, the other is  thrust between my legs, forcing them apart. His fingers slide over my  clitoris, probing roughly. Overwhelmed by the attack, I lean my head  back against his chest, giving in to a myriad of sensations, aware that  he's pulling at my nipple now. Suddenly, he pinches hard. My knees  buckle at the sensation and I let out a groan.

'We like pain, don't we?' he whispers into my ear.

'Yes.'

'Do we want more?'

'Yes.'

He pinches again, holding my nipple tight, prolonging the agony. 'Yes, what?'

'Yes, please.'

Immediately, the hands are removed and I'm guided towards the bed.  Crawling onto it, I lie on my back, watching as he tugs off his shirt,  ruffling his hair in the process. When he looks up, I half expect a  cheeky smile or a joke, but I get neither. With his eyes fixed on mine,  he unfastens his jeans and shrugs them off, pants and socks following  quickly. He straightens up, a powerhouse of muscles, perfectly formed,  his expression utterly determined, completely focussed on the moment. He  stares down at me, his eyes emptied of all emotion, and my heart thuds  with a sudden realisation. This is the man I saw at the club: the cold,  hard dominant who surfaced briefly with Claudine. And Jesus, it's hot.

Climbing onto the bed, he nudges my legs apart and positions himself  between my thighs. Without taking his eyes from mine, he anchors himself  on his right elbow and lowers himself on top of me, grasping my hair at  the forehead and forcing my head back. I take a deep breath, waiting  for the next attack, and it's not long before it arrives: his lips are  on mine again, hard and demanding, while his tongue probes my mouth,  lashing out against my own. Fired up by a strange mixture of fear and  excitement, I return the ferocity of the kiss, keeping up with his  momentum for an age until, at last, he draws away.         

     



 

Immediately, he begins to work his way down my neck, sucking, biting,  licking, every little action growing in force and pressure and before  long, I'm on edge, wondering what he'll do next, how far he's planning  to go. My pulse is at top speed now. My heart's pounding, and my brain  seems to have launched into riot mode, sending out an order to reach up  and grab a handful of his hair. Tugging at it with a violence I never  thought I could muster, I force him away from me, but it only fires him  up more.

He brings his face up to mine, yanks my head back and I reply  immediately by digging my nails into his back with all the force I can  manage. He lets go of my hair, grabs my wrist and forces my arm above my  head, holding it in place. And then he adjusts his position. In a  heartbeat, he's propping himself up on his left elbow, grabbing hold of  my free hand and pushing it above my head, pinning both of my wrists  together with his right hand.

Satisfied that I'm restrained, he moves again, back onto his right  elbow. Wrapping his left palm around my waist, he squeezes hard. I  buckle at his touch, my lungs contracting involuntarily, and I cry out.

'Use your word, Maya.'

Clamping my lips together, I shake my head. If he thinks I'm going to  throw in the towel, he can think again. I'm enjoying this far too much.

His mouth is on me again now, working its way down my neck and across my  sternum. At last, he reaches my right breast. Pausing there, he licks  at my nipple, setting off a horde of vibrations. I brace myself, my  brain on high alert, knowing exactly what I'm in for next. He licks  again, dragging out the seconds while he sends me wild with  anticipation. I'm writhing under his grip when he finally latches on to  my nipple and bites. A shockwave of agony surges right through me,  blowing every other sensation clean out of the way. I hear a scream, and  I know it's mine. I struggle under the weight of his body, but I'm  fixed into place. At last, he releases my nipple. Struggling for breath,  I close my eyes, mentally tracking the retreat of the pain, noting the  curious sense of calm that arrives in its place.

Raising his head, he searches my eyes for something.

'Use your word.'

It's not an order. It's a plea, and one that I'm going to ignore because  when all's said and done, I want to be at his mercy, I want him to  control me utterly and completely, and I want this rush.

'No,' I manage to groan.

His eyes flash with understanding. Forcing my legs further apart, he  presses his cock against my opening and pushes inwards, quickly. Moving  his left hand to my hip, he digs in his fingertips to the point of pain.  And then he lets go of my wrists, moving his right hand to the back of  my neck, wrapping his fingers around my flesh and gripping tight. With  my hands freed, I scratch and dig at his skin, amazed at how I've been  transformed into some violent, near demonic creature.

My actions fire him up again. In one hard movement, he thrusts inwards,  hitting the back of my vagina with a force that knocks the air out of my  lungs. I've just about recovered, when he thrusts again. And I scream.  Picking up the pace now and holding me fast, he pounds into me with  quick, vicious movements. And I'm drowning, drifting away in a fog of  pleasure and pain, vaguely aware that my fingernails are gouging into  his back, punishing him for the onslaught.

As the familiar pressure rises in my core, his eyes remain locked onto  mine, unforgiving and demanding. At last he lowers his head, biting at  my bottom lip, harder than he's ever done before, before moving down to  my nipple and biting again. I let out another scream. In response, he  ratchets up the speed again, covering my mouth with his and kissing me  fervently. After a few more seconds of pure, unadulterated, animalistic  fucking, I feel his body tense beneath my grip, his breath falter  against my mouth, and I let go. Muscles contract around him as my orgasm  takes hold: an implosion, a rush of warmth travelling from my clitoris  inwards.

His lips leave mine, parting as he unravels.

'Fuck,' he rasps. 'Fuck.'

Filling me with his cum, he slows the pace, shivering in my arms as he  works himself down from the high. He collapses on top of me, wrestles  his body back under control and withdraws, manoeuvring himself into a  sitting position. Leaning back against the headboard, he beckons me to  curl into his arms and as soon as I'm in position, he checks my wrists,  turning them slowly in his hands before he moves his attention to my  neck.

'I hurt you. You should have used your word.'

I look up to find him watching me anxiously.

'I hurt you too. And I didn't need to use my word. I liked it.'         

     



 

I'd be lying if I said anything else. I've just had a good dose of the dominant, and it turned me on big time.

'What's wrong?' I ask, sensing the slightest of tremors in his body.

He shakes his head, brushing off the question with a shrug and propping his head back against the headboard.

'The last few days haven't been easy,' I offer.

'Meaning?'

'You're upset. I get it. At least I think I do. This is your way of dealing with things.'

He runs a finger down my cheek, and although he's looking at me now, I know he's drifting away. He shakes his head.

'This isn't dealing with anything.'

***

I don't know where I am but wherever it is, I don't like it. He's  standing in front of me, holding a glass, his dark eyes glimmering with  want. He smiles at me, an empty, soulless smile. A hand reaches out, but  I don't want it to touch me. It's touched me before, and the thought of  it makes me want to tear my skin away from my body. But I can do  nothing. I'm frozen, imprisoned in my own body, waiting for that  poisonous contact. He lifts the glass, opens his hand and lets it fall  to the ground. The glass smashes, sending a thousand shards skittering  across the ground.

***

I wake with a start, taking short, sharp, rasping breaths. I'm sweating.

'Maya?'

At last, I manage to focus. Already dressed, Dan's sitting next to me on  the edge of the bed. He cups my cheek in his palm. 'Are you okay?'