Page 93 of When Darkness Calls

My eyes widen in surprise as the sting settles deep into my thigh.

He smacked me?!

And it felt fucking fantastic. A burn that spreads across my thigh, over my whole body, settling in my core. I’m so wet I can feel my arousal dripping from my center.

“Wrong. That’s not my name, sweet girl.”

His fucking fingers are sinful. A taunting tease over my clit.

“I’m the one that has turned such a fiercely strong woman into a whimpering wet mess. Isn’t that right, baby?”

My legs have begun to tremble. Each breath is a shaky inhale.

Thwack! Thwack!

I cry out, gripping the sheets tighter with my fists. My pussy clenches around nothing. The ache is almost painful now.

“Words, Dani.”

“Fuck, yes. Yes.” I mumble the word over and over until it’s nearly incoherent.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good?” Two fingers glide across my clit and begin circling my entrance. The cool metal of his brass knuckles is a stark contrast to the heat of my flesh.

“You.” I moan my head falling back.

“Again.” He moves to lean over me, watching my face as his fingers finally enter me. My body reacts with a jolt, my walls grasping at his fingers as I come again, slower, drawn out, languid.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, “You. You. You.” I babble in a hushed tone through the waves of heat pulsing from my core. The only noises in the room are our heavy breathing and the wet sounds of him continuing to enter me, slowly, torturous.

“Good fucking girl.” His voice deepened to a growl. It’s guttural, as if he is an animal begging to be uncaged. My Shadow is just as affected as I am.

“I make you feel this way, Dani. You will say my name. I made you into a wanton little whore, and it’s fucking magnificent. My gorgeous girl,” he grips my throat, his thumb running along my jaw, “So beautiful. All for me. You’re a sight to behold when you're coming on my fingers. Aren’t you, baby? All flushed, wet, gasping, and screaming my name. Do you want to come again, sweet girl?”

My head bobs up and down as my moans turn into incoherent pleas of “you” and “more” to “yes” and “please”.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

My eyes float to him. Dressed in all black, a mask staring into me lifeless, but I have never felt safer.

My walls clench around his fingers again. I shouldn’t be turned on by the mask as much as I am. I should be screaming.

You are. Well, not yet.

“That’s my girl.” His fingers curl, rubbing a spot with each pass that has me breathless as does the same to my clit.

“Fuck–please. So good, so fucking good. I can’t–” My whole body shakes with the need to come. I begin to rock my hips against his hand. The ring on his thumb glides across my clit, once, twice…

“Atta girl. You’re doing so well. Come for me, Dani. Take what you need, baby. I want to watch you fall apart.”

Something inside of me snaps. My head is thrown back by the force of my orgasm ripping through me. There aren’t any fireworks or stars in front of my eyes. It’s black, pitch black. My ears ring. My body convulses, back arching, but Shadow never stops. He wrings my body of every drop of pleasure it can produce.

My heart pounds in my ears, my breathing shallow, as he slows the thrusts of his fingers. It takes me a moment to realize he is caressing my throat with the hand still gripping me–holding me, and he’s murmuring.

“So, well–so goddamn beautiful–mine–fuck what the others–not going anywhere–so fucking good–mouthwatering–tight–perfect–perfect fucking woman–”

“Shadow–”

“Shh. Relax. I’m not done yet.” Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, moving the hand from my throat to the bottom of his mask.