Page 92 of Cryptic Dreams
I turn on my heel as he chuckles, a no doubt shit eating grin on the male’s face because he’s right and we both know it.
My gentle breeze isnothinglike I thought she was in the best possible ways, ways that make me yearn for her as well as fearful for her.
And that is exactly why I will limit Zephyr’s involvement to the best of my ability because lighting the fire that has always lived inside her is a beautiful thing, but just as deadly. That fire has given my mate a new zest, a new purpose in life, and it burns so brightly that I fear it will easily consume both of us when it is finally given the chance to blaze.
24
Pleasure Reigns
WRAITH
“Have you lost count?” I grin and sit back on my haunches, watching with rapt attention as Zephyr’s thighs twitch and shake, as the sweet nectar from her most recent release spills from her cunt and runs down her golden skin. “Do I need to remind you of how many times your mate has made you come this evening?”
My gaze slowly travels over my mate, taking in her appearance: all my marks that sully Zephyr’s perfect flesh, the way her body is splayed and bound with her back to me, and how I can feel her pleasure as it courses through her.
A pleasure that is derived from what I’m doing to my gentle breeze, and how it makes me feel.
So fucking perfect.
“I asked you a question, Zephyr.” One she has yet to answer. Not that I can blame her, my sweet little librarian mate has been strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross and completely at my mercy for nearly forty-minutes now and despite coming into her own and embracing myproclivities, I can tell she is on the brink of exhaustion.
Something I can easily remedy.
With a smirk, I turn off the bullet vibrator and set it aside for a moment then slowly get to my feet. “You know the rules, know my expectations.” I let my fingers trace Zephyr’s curves as I move toward her, not touching but close enough to feel the ghost of my caress. “You are to speak when spoken to because…”
“When I—” My love whimpers, her back rising and falling quickly as she attempts to catch her breath. “When I’m not gagged… permission to-to speak when spoken to is granted and—”
“Your responses are required.” Leaning in a bit closer, I roam over my female’s perfect profile and the elegant features of her stunning face, almost wishing I could see the amber of her eyes.Almost. While I love gazing at their intensity as often as possible, I equally love when they’re secured behind a mask in order to deprive my mate of one of her senses. “Your responses are mandatory,whore, and when you fail to follow the rules, you are…”
“Punished.” Zephyr gasps as I snap my teeth next to her ear. “If I don’t follow the rules, I’m punished.”
Precisely.
Which is why I turn to the rack on the wall, regarding the small selection of my personal favorite tools carefully before selecting the red and black, leather flogger and removing it from its hook.
Stepping away from the wall, I position myself behind my mate, angling my body and lifting my hand to deliver the first blow to Zephyr’s bum then wait.
I wait to build her anticipation. She heard me retrieve the flogger and no doubt knows what’s coming because of it, but it’s more than that.
This female—my female—this magnificent creature is nothing short of a wondrous treasure, a precious gift given to me by the Gods of Old, and though we’ve mated and accepted our bond as the only truth, I am still in awe each time I am in her presence.
To think a bastard like me was granted a mate of such perfection, such beauty that radiates from the inside out, with a soul more kind and accepting than any I’ve ever encountered is an incredible thing. And in moments like these while I have my love spread and shackled to a cross, as she allows me to do as I want with every inch of her body, it’s hard to wrap my head around thewhyorhowof it all.
At times it nearly has me wishing I’d never have fucked those other submissives so many years ago, that Zephyr’s cunt was the only one I’d ever known the feel of, the only one to have ever been wrapped around my knob just as I know my cock is the only one to have ever sunk itself inside her. Part of me, a small part, longs for that to have been the case. The romantic part, I guess? The mated male, the traitorous usurper who reserved his tenderness for my female and her alone. They come from the same place inside my heart of stone and though I can’t go back and change my ways—and I’m unsure I would, given the chance—I’ve still been able to give my gentle breeze a few things no one but her can claim.
Constant and necessary physical affection.
My eager and voluntary kisses.
Prior to my mate, I only ever received or watched others engage in oral sex, so my hungry mouth on her needy pussy as frequently as possible belongs to her alone as well.
But it’s more than that with Zephyr.
Thoughts racing, I lift my hand then deliver the first crack of the flogger to the fleshy globes of my mate’s backside, my cock hardening to the point of pain as I do. And as her flesh reddens, as her blood blooms in thin streaks, I find myself realizing how deep the things I inadvertently saved for her do run.
My undying devotion, my unbridled loyalty and protection. My unconditional love.
No one, and I do meanno one,has ever been on the receiving end of those things from me. Not my sisters, not my grandfather, despite how like-minded we are, not even Declan or those of my inner circle.
