The chase for the high peaked to superior heights, and when his fingers curved inward at the perfect angle, my psyche tipped over into euphoric bliss. My walls clenched onto his fingers, demanding they stay there, deep inside me. In the end, all I could process was Psycho swallowing my screams by swiping his tongue into my mouth.
PSYCHO
“August.” A name I hadn’t heard spoken for years. My insides lit up with the sound pressing from her lips. She was the first person I had ever freely surrendered it to, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Micah was a living, breathing goddess, her orgasm only classified as divine intervention for the effect her release had on my soul. I didn’t know how I’d let her go, watch her leave.
With her pliant body beneath my hands, I’d stolen ownership of her very being. She just didn’t know it yet. But when I was done with her, she would.
Micah’s hand reached for my waistband. I shook my head and jolted off the stretcher. With all contact lost, her lips raised in a disappointed pout. I chuckled. “This isn’t about me, this is about you. Only you.”
I raised my hand to lick my soaked fingers clean, eyes rolling when the sweet flavour hit my tastebuds, instantly regretting my words.
The sensation was surreal. Her tightening walls, the taste of her lust, the impression of her soft, unblemished skin—all of it concocted and prepared perfectly for me.
There was nothing I wanted more than to connect with her in every physical way. But tonight was about worshiping her. Keeping my pants on was the best decision I’d ever made. I had to create distance, ‘cause if she kept on touching me and tracking my body with desire in her eyes, I’d definitely fold. And if she called my name again, I was undeniably a fucking goner.
I lifted the arm restraints dangling loose from the stretcher and held them open in invitation. Recognition flashed over her face as she placed her wrists in the leather straps, allowing me to lock her arms down by her sides.
My possessive animal roared with approval at the act of trust.
I rummaged through the operation room and my gaze caught on the Electroconvulsive Therapy Machine (ECT). I planted it next to the stretcher and opened a new set of sterile electrode pads.
She was a banquet of sin, my restrained golden girl. I approached her like the starved beast I was, my eyes never wavering from her alluring form.
She tracked me with pinpointed focus. “What about yours? What’s your Variant?”
My mouth curved into a hungry smirk. “Mine’s more primal. Like an alter ego, perhaps. When there isn’t a suppressant in place and my Variant is triggered, my physical senses heighten, and I turn into a predator.”
I crawled atop the stretcher, her knees parting to accommodate my bulk. She was confident, not shy to show off her body, and receptive to my observation. It was beyond fucking sexy.
“Touch becomes sensitive.”
Kneeling between her open thighs, I raised one of her legs and massaged her calf in aching suspense. My tongue flicked out to saturate my lips at the unobstructed, appetising view, her centre bare and dripping from her previous orgasm.
“Vision sharpens.”
Yielding to her undulating call, I proceeded to suck and lick up her toned leg. When I bit the inside of her knee, Micah’s pelvis buckled upward amid a sharp, unbelieving gasp.
“Sound amplifies.”
Folding forward onto my stomach, my face hovered directly in front of her shining centre. Pressing closer, my nose scraped between her inviting lips, dousing my nose in her desire.
“And my sense of smell and taste increase beyond comprehension,” I finished, my voice gruff.
My tongue dipped out for another desperate taste, a thunderous snarl vibrating through my chest as her essence saturated the lining of my mouth.
Micah wasn’t faring any better, her muscles practically quivering from my minute measures. I pulled back slightly and attached the electrode pads to her inner thighs.
I never did anything lightly, and I wasn’t about to start. The first time I tasted Micah had already become a core memory. We had an electrifying connection from the moment we met, and it was time to make that a physical reality.
Raising on my elbows, I caught her attention. “Safe word?”
Her lustful gaze faltered. “Safe word?”
My fingers curled forward, scarcely skimming her hypersensitive clit. “I’m here to give you pleasure, baby, and a little pain. So I need a safe word.”
She gyrated her hips forward, searching for more of my touch. “Don’t stop.”
I withdrew and tsked. “That’s a bit confusing.”
“For fuck’s sake, August. You’ll know when to stop when I’ve broken these chains and choked you out with them.”
“Hmm, kinky.”
Micah legitimately growled, and I couldn’t help chuckling. Before she could cuss me out again, I switched the ECT machine onto the lowest setting.
Gentle pulses of electricity stimulated her nerve endings, causing her thigh muscles to pulsate and tense.
“More,” she said.
Who was I to refuse? I upped the electricity, her legs spasming from the contracted waves.
“More,” she repeated, her tone practically begging, body fucking trembling. I followed her command, the setting high and surely on the verge of pain, not even the pads of the ECT machine silencing her plea. Further proof she was fucking made for me.
“Still with me, baby?”
