Broken Souls (8 page)

She squealed and dashed away. He listened, hearing the soft padding of feet on the carpeted stairs. A door opened but he couldn’t be sure which. “Twenty. Ready or not, here I come to devour you,” he called out.

He hurried upstairs going from room to room, closet to closet. He crept into the bathroom next and yanked the shower curtain open, Psycho style.

Not there.

Hmmm. Had she gone back downstairs while he was
in one of the bedrooms? He went back into the hall and spied the closet. Creeping over, he called softly, “Soooofiiiiaaaaa.” He yanked it open.

Not there.

Huh. He angled his head, listening. A light clinking sound came from behind him and he realized he hadn’t checked his torture chamber. It was the last place he’d expect her to hide. Likely she knew that. Daniel officially had a new fancy in women. Smart, sweet, and beautiful. And named Sofia.

He
stealthily headed to the short stairway leading to his demented attic room. When he got to the door at the top, he opened it slowly. His heart blasted in his chest at seeing her. In the chair, holding on to the chains above her. Eyes shut tight. Hiding in plain view.

Desire and love warred through him like wind and fire, creating a violent furnace. He stopped at the side of the chair right next to her, staring at
her scrunched face wanting to spend an hour kissing it. “Found you,” he whispered.

She squealed and opened her eyes, laughing.
“Oh noooo.”

He smiled, his eyes sliding over her breasts and flat stomach
then to the perfect curve of her hips. “Ohhhh yes.” He leaned toward her mouth. “Why did you hide here?”

She laid back.
“I said I wanted to do whatever you did. I was pre-tty sure this was what you really wanted.”

He settled his lips softly onto hers. He didn’t have words to express how that made him feel. So he showed her with his lips. His tongue. Adoring her
slowly and perfectly.

She gave a whimper of approval and Daniel pulled up and scanned her body’s
sleek line. He took her hand and helped her off the chair. Then he traded places with her, holding his hand out for her to return. She climbed up and he directed her to straddle his lap with her perfect ass facing him. When she was in position, he stared down at her plump cheeks, sliding his finger between them and grazing the tight opening with the tip. He reached around with his other hand and stroked the full petals between her parted legs, gliding his fingers through the wet silk. Very wet. She gave a moan and moved her hips into both his hands, letting him know she was ready. So was he.

He leaned and retrieved the lubrication from the table next to them and gobbed his finger with plenty
. He felt eternally hungry for her. He grazed his lips along her back, eyes closed as he moved his finger into place. He’d prime her first.

H
e began to tease with barely touches while keeping the pressure on her clit silky soft. He did this until she began to squirm for more and her moans became little desperate grunts. He loved when she made those. 

“Rub your nipples for me.” He slid his tongue slowly over her vertebra. “I want you to make it hot. Right here.” He flicked the tip of her clit and she gasped and twirled her hips. Daniel looked down at her ass and pushed lightly on her tight opening, barely letting the tip venture in.
He realized he wanted her to want it. He didn’t want to force it. Not that.

Relief filled him and it felt like a huge victory.

He teased with only the tip then brought his other hand around and entered her pussy from behind. Using his middle finger, he softly probed her hot core, letting his ring finger slide over her wet clit.

“Are you rubbing your nipples good?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

“Are the
y nice and hard?” He leaned and bit the skin near her side. “Make them nice and tall for me.”

She moaned and pumped her hips, letting him know she wanted more. He ventured farther into her tight ass, slow in and out movements.

“Your ass looks so good.” He angled his head and watched his finger go in and out, watched her muscles holding him tight. “My cock is going to feel so good in you there.”

Her moans intensified as though the idea turned her on
, with a hint of uncertainty.

“You want that?”

“God, yes.”

He pushed his finger in deeper, his cock painfully hard. “I’m glad you like this.” He kissed along her back then watched her move on his finger.

“Daniel,” she groaned, her head falling back. “I need to face you.”

He paused everything
except his finger on her clit. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, but I need to do it facing you. Please.”

He’d never done that. He hated looking in their faces, he liked them beneath him, on their stomach, pinned and helpless when he hurt that way. “Okay.”

She turned in his lap, bringing her nipples in tasting distance. She reached between them and took hold of his cock while
he suckled the plump tip. “God,” he choked when her fingertips swirled his pre-cum over the throbbing head.

“
Mmmm, do it.” She pressed him closer, and he opened his mouth wider, gladly obliging while she stroked the head of his cock on her tight ass. He groaned and dug his fingers into her firm butt cheeks.

She pumped a little and gasped with a near painful squeal when the head of his cock penetrated.
Daniel wrapped his arms around her waist and latched his fingers to her shoulders, fighting the sudden urge to push hard, drive his cock into that forbidden opening. He groaned and grunted while she pressed his face to the valley of her breasts. Hearing her racing heart mixed with her soft worried moans made him near crazy with the need, made him drag his nails down her back in a slow silent beg.

She filled her hands with his hair and pulled as she moved her hips down a little. She cried out in another painful squeal and the heat in his cock
jerked in an odd way. “Ffffuck! Sofia!” He gasped against her breast as he fought the animal inside that reared to life, wanting him to ram his cock in and tear flesh. Devastate her purity. Make her scream in pain.

“Okay okay,” she panted, “
you’re okay.”

Daniel’s body trembled in strain. He wanted to tell her to relax but he suddenly couldn’t talk. He was terrified with how close he was to hurting her
. Daniel held on to her body tight as though it would keep him from falling into the dark pit pulling him.

“I love you, I love you.”
She relaxed and stroked his head softly then slowly lowered onto him in consistent increments, tiny moans accompanying her hot breaths on his face. He should’ve been tied up for this, God he couldn’t stand it.

He threw his head back
with a growl and Sofia went all the way down with a gasped cry. It severed his thread bare control and he let out a roar and grabbed the chains above him. If she moved just a little he’d fucking come everywhere, it was right there. But she remained perfectly still. He finally managed to look at her. She sat there, eyes closed, lips parted, agony streaked across her brow.

She reached behind her a few breaths later and
twirled her fingers over his balls, beginning from near his ass moving up. My God she was fucking killing him.

Her other hand found its way to her clit
with the sweetest moan.

Daniel’s orgasm raged
up and he jerked the chains above him in an effort not to flick his hips. She watched him through heavy lids, most of her face softened with desire.

“Open wide for me baby,” she whispered.

Mother of God. Daniel opened his legs and latched his calves onto the edge of the chair, fighting not to buck his hips.

She slid her hand one last time over his balls then placed her palm on his abs and
slowly raised up. Daniel clenched his eyes shut. “Fffffuck! Sofia!”

The
light whimpers and moans she made speared his groin with fire—but then the pain he heard at the edges of every sound was slowly making him ill.

She became determined and picked up her pace
. Daniel roamed his gaze over her, watching every curve move with her sweet, delicate passion. He fixated his eyes on her fingers between her full lips, struggling for a rhythm to compliment the new sensations. This was so not her thing, but damn she was resolute to make something happen.

She moved faster on him and
threw the towel on the clit effort, using both hands to brace on his abs. But the tension in her brow…“God,
stop
!”

She froze and
Daniel grunted and groaned. He shook his head and rolled his eyes shut.

“Did it hurt?” she asked.

What? He met her worried gaze and gasped his amazement. “It’s hurting
you,
” he said.

She fought to not show how true that was. “It wasn’t bad, really I’m sure once—”

“It’s okay.” The climax he’d nearly had was pure pleasure insanity, but with her pain, it was ruining the shit out of it. And part of him was
ecstatic
about that. Cause that was
normal.

The last thing he wanted was to come back down from ecstasy with her
and see the shadow of fear and pain in her eyes. Maybe even disgust. God he didn’t want to ever see that in her face. And the fact that he
didn’t
want those things
astonished
him.

She lifted
her hips up and he gasped one last time, releasing the chains and collapsing onto the chair. Sofia collapsed right after him, her lips suddenly on his, kissing him. “Mmm, baby, you look beautiful when you’re feeling so good.”

He held her face and returned the kiss, showing his silent gratitude.

“And I swear it wasn’t as bad as I thought, it was kinda nice.”

He
frowned against her lips. “You don’t need to lie.”

She pulled up a little. “No, for real, like it was not so bad.”

“You gave up on your clit.”

“Well yeah I did, but with practice—”

Daniel stifled her words with his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hungrily. She was ready to do it again. For him. He nibbled her lip lightly. “You hated it, I could tell and I’m glad.”

“No, hate is
…wait, glad? Why?”

He stroked his hands along her back and cupped her firm ass.
“Because…I don’t want you to like it.” He scratched the plump skin that filled his hands. “I like
you
Sofia. I like how different you are. No, I…I love how different you are. It’s what got me to where I am.”

Her smile beamed
and lit up her eyes as she lifted a shoulder. “And where are you?”

She reminded him of a little girl eating up
rare praise, and love nearly suffocated him. “I’m…” Daniel’s suddenly couldn’t speak and she slowly went serious at seeing it. “I’m in heaven.” The words strained out past the emotion clogging his throat. “Somehow. I don’t…really get it, I just know I’m there. And you gave me that. I don’t want you to like the shit I used to do, I want you to be you. My angel.”

He
smiled and wiped the tears that ran down her face. She held his palm to her lips and kissed with closed eyes and brows furrowed. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” A sob burst out. “Oh heck, I’m snotting on you,” she squealed, wiping his palm on her arm.

Daniel pulled her to his lips and kissed her with all his brand new clean passion
that she’d given him. “I’m going to shower,” he breathed, kissing down her neck, “and then make love to you.”

She moaned, her fingers burrowing in his hair and scraping his scalp till he shuddered.
“I was thinking…”

He
regarded her and smiled at seeing the naughty look on her face. “What were you thinking?”

“Wellllll,” she began. “I mean I don’t want you to do stuff you think is bad but…I really enjoyed doing that to you. You know. Earlier?”

Daniel gasped and closed his eyes. “That…was fucking traumatically…” several seconds later he gave up trying to describe it. …I can’t find words to properly express it.”

“Bad?”

“No, God no. Not bad.”

She smiled a sexy smile. “I never dreamed
fucking
you would be so amazing and fun.”

“Oh my
God, you really liked that?”

“Immensely.”

Daniel’s cock became painfully hard. “How do you want to do it this time?”

Desire took her completely over and she leaned in to kiss him with a savage passion. “
How
ever
you want it.”

He gripped her head and kissed her back, stroking her tongue as he imagined just what he wanted. “
I want to be tied up again.”

She gasped and moaned. “Tell me how you want to be tied.”

“On my stomach…with my legs open.”