Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-three
ARA
I trembled with part anticipation, part nervousness.
Thayne placed himself underneath me, and that was when I realized the arrangement he'd put us in.
He'd fixed me in the hang-up in such a way that I could suck his cock while he ate my pussy.
He wasted no time in jerking his hips in my face, aligning his cock directly in front of my mouth.
I'd barely wrapped my lips around it when I felt two things:
What I was certain was an ultra-sized dildo being inserted in my pussy and his hot mouth directly on my center.
I squirmed and tried to move away but the nipple clamps immediately went into action, sending bolts of pain and pleasure shooting down my spine.
Thayne chuckled, pushing more of the dildo inside me.
All the while, he was thrusting inside my mouth, so I had no mouth to cry out with.
“Next time, Ara, don't challenge me."
Fuck. It was all too much for me to handle, yet I couldn't bring myself to use the safe word.
His teeth grazed my clit slightly and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
A firm smack on my pussy jolted me back to sucking his cock.
A mix of pleasure and pain coursed through my whole body.
Suddenly, as if something had suddenly possessed Thayne, he increased the speed and pressure of his thrusts inside my mouth.
It immediately triggered my gag reflex, but it didn't seem to stop him.
“I know you can take it, little lamb. Take me glorious inch by glorious inch." His dirty words combined with the twist he gave the dildo inside me sent me spiraling.
He came inside my mouth at the same time, and just when I thought he would give me time to come down from the high of my orgasm, he pressed a palm to my center and tugged slightly at the clamps.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Thaaaaaaayne!" His cum spilled down my neck as his cock slipped out of my mouth, giving me room to scream out my lungs as my second orgasm descended on me in starts and jolts.
“That's right, baby, say my name!" I heard him say, lapping my juices as they trickled from my pussy down my thighs.
Our position left no room for modesty or any thing like that. I was wide open for him, facing the bed and hovering over it with him under me and playing my body like it was his personal guitar.
Even when he began to loosen the hang-up, I was too exhausted to move any part of my body or say anything.
“Ara, are you with me?" Thane was asking, cradling my head and leaning over me.
I tried to force my eyes to stay open, or even lift my hand to reach for him. But I was losing the fight to sleep, and soon it won.
However, before I succumbed to sleep, I heard Thayne muttering inaudibly to himself.
But my brain was already shutting down by the time the words made sense.
He was saying, “Fuck, fuck, I should have given her time before showing her this place. This side of me! What is wrong with you, Thayne?!"
When I woke up, it was to find my legs tangled with Thayne's long, muscular ones in bed. I was lying on top of him, and he had one arm wrapped around me protectively as if someone would barge in and steal me from him.
Wait…. This was new…
Thayne and I had never shared the same bed before. I tried to move away from him, but he only turned, and I ended up being turned to the side and pressed against him like a favorite teddy bear.
Ohhhh. Were we cuddling? Gosh. Who knew Thayne loved cuddling?
I traced his abs with my fingers, then stopped short when I touched ridges of raised, uneven skin.
Were those scars? I risked taking a good look at his chest in the name of confirming if what I'd touched were really scars.
It wasn't really daybreak yet, but I could make out the scars zigzagging his chest, his abdomen and his sides perfectly.
So many scars marring his beautiful skin. Yet it only made him look like a Greek god who'd survived years of untold battles.
Where had these scars come from?
His arm around me tightened and he began to toss and turn, murmuring in his sleep.
What was going on?
No matter how I tried to escape his tight embrace, I remained a prisoner in his arms as he cursed and murmured in his sleep.
“Thayne, wake up." I whispered, hoping he would respond.
“Don't hurt mummy! Don't hurt mummy! Don't touch her!”
What?! Soon, his murmurs turned audible and into fierce growls that caused goosebumps to litter my skin.
“Daddy, stop! Don't touch mummy! Don't!"
He was having a nightmare, I realized. But why would his father want to hurt his mother? And in his nightmare?!
I didn't even try to make sense of it, I placed my palm to his chest and said, “It's okay, I'm here. I'm here, Thayne."
Instantly, he woke up, and he flashed his eyes open.
They collided with mine, and for a minute, the world paused to rearrange itself.
Then he unwrapped his arm from where he'd formed an iron band around my midriff and began to get out of bed.
“You were having a nightmare." I blurted out.
When he said nothing and only continued heading for the bathroom, I opened my mouth and decided to wreck the small relationship growing between us.
"Was it your father who gave you the scars?”
His back stiffened, and he turned ever so slowly to face me.
“I've asked you not to care for me or do things like show concern for me. I don't need it." His voice sounded deeper and meaner than I'd ever heard him.
And I couldn't help but wonder, why exactly did Thayne keep emphasizing that I shouldn't fall in love with him?
With every passing moment, I found myself wanting to care for him. To show him…. love.
Fuck. This was exactly what he'd warned me against.
Was I slowly falling in love with this emotionally unavailable man?