TORTURE ME: The Bandits MC

by Leah Wilde

  Gage growled at the sight of her naked legs and lunged forward, leaping onto her body and immediately latching his tongue and teeth at her collarbone, sucking another mark right at the base of her neck. “You’re so good, you’re so fucking good,” he murmured, pulling at her skin with his teeth until she squealed.

  At this point, Fiona was getting more than a little impatient. She loved what he was doing with his mouth, but she needed more of him, as soon as possible. She reached down and pushed his shirt up, revealing the hard, solid surface of his stomach. Fiona raked her nails down from his smooth chest down to the hem of his jeans, tracing the line of dark hair that she always used to love touching.

  “You want me, baby? You want me, Fi?” Gage grunted into her ear before biting a little on the sensitive flesh of her lobe.

  Fiona groaned again, arching her spine so that her hips lifted off the bed and rocked into Gage’s, their stomachs rubbing together as Gage began to lightly thrust, even though he was nowhere near inside of her yet. Fiona jerked her hips back and forth, rubbing her underwear-clothed cunt against the rough fabric of Gage’s jeans. “I want you, baby,” she whispered back to him, wrapping an arm around his back for leverage as she dry-humped him. “I want you so fucking bad!”

  Gage growled again, sounding as animalistic as Fiona had ever heard him. It should have scared her. It should have made her hesitate and rear back; it should have made her pull away from him. Instead, she only wanted more. She needed the pain, the pleasure, and everything else that came in between. Gage suddenly grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, pressing them hard into the mattress. “You’re mine,” he growled before crashing their mouths together again, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth until Fiona cried out.

  “Shit, shit, fuck, God,” Fiona mumbled as soon as their mouths disconnected. She couldn’t move her hands out from Gage’s, but she didn’t want to. She felt…almost safe. Protected. Like through possessing her, he was telling the world that no one else could touch her, only him. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she murmured before reaching up to lightly kiss and nibble on Gage’s lips.

  “Oh, believe me, I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby,” Gage promised into her mouth, dipping down to gnaw at her jawline, all around to her other ear. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”

  “Please, yes, please,” Fiona practically sobbed as Gage swirled his tongue around the tip of her ear, making her entire body flush with heat. She gripped back at Gage’s hands, entwining their fingers together, their sweat collecting in the hot space between their palms.

  At the same time, Gage started thrusting harder, their crotches bumping together gracelessly but beautifully, the exposed areas around Fiona’s underwear getting hotter and hotter with every forward motion of Gage’s hips.

  “Baby, baby, baby,” Gage murmured, his mouth traveling back up to her lips, kissing her so deeply that she couldn’t breathe for a long moment, but she didn’t care. Gage’s mouth was better than oxygen. It had never failed her. It had never left her during a panic attack. It had never abandoned her. I abandoned him, her inner voice reminded her, but she pushed those thoughts away for another time. Right now, she was going to enjoy herself. Right now, she was going to allow herself to be disassembled, bit by bit by bit, until she totally came apart. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she needed, as much as she had ever needed anything in her life.

  Without warning, Gage let go of one of her hands, using his freed hand to pull at the fabric of her dress, tugging it up until he pulled it over her head entirely, throwing it across the room a second later. He gripped both of Fiona’s hands under one of his, much larger than Fiona’s, holding them in place above her head while he ran his other hand down her exposed body, tracing the outlines of her hips.

  “Still so fucking beautiful,” Gage murmured, ducking his head down to lick a hot stripe down from her collarbone, over her chest, over her bra, down to her belly. “I thought about this every day, you know? Every day while you were gone.”

  Fiona swallowed heavily, trying to clear the sudden knot of emotion that appeared in her throat. But when she spoke, her voice still quavered, shaking like her fingers that were inside of Gage’s hand. “Me, too,” she admitted.

  Gage froze at that, staring up at her from his vantage point at her waist. “Really?” he whispered.

  Fiona nodded, unable to repeat herself right away. “I…yeah, yeah, really,” she murmured, gripping at his fingers as hard as she could.

  Gage mumbled something, then, and for the longest couple of seconds in the world, Fiona couldn’t make out what he said. It was only afterwards, when he resumed dropping sweet, tickling kisses all over her stomach that she realized what he’d said. “I love you.”

  Fiona shut her eyes, willing herself not to cry and ruin the moment. It was touch and go for a second, but as Gage began nibbling and biting at the lower stomach and hips, she was able to relax, the tension leaving her muscles even as her mind repeated his last three words over and over again.

  Gage moved lower, down to her underwear, licking the exposed skin around the sides of her panties, right where her inner thigh met her hips. “Smells so fucking good,” he muttered as he dragged his teeth along the top of her leg, making her squeal and squirm a little at the ticklish sensation of his mouth on her skin. “Tastes so fucking right, baby.”

  “Th—thank you,” Fiona murmured, arching her hips to give him greater access. Gage took the opportunity to slip his hand under her body, grabbing at her covered ass. “God, that feels good.”

  “Yeah?” Gage asked, squeezing harder, his nails digging into her flesh. “You like that?”

  Fiona nodded quickly, panting hard for air as Gage began massaging her ass harder, while his mouth returned to tracing the outline of her underwear. A second later, his teeth came out to play again, biting at the fabric of her underwear and pulling it away from her body, letting the cool air hit her bare pussy. “Jesus,” she muttered, bending her back to push her vulva up closer to Gage’s face, wanting more of his mouth on her naked skin.

  “Wanna suck you,” Gage murmured even with the fabric of Fiona’s panties still clutched between his teeth. “Wanna make you come.”

  “Please, please, I need it,” Fiona groaned, rotating her hips in circles to invite him to touch her more. She could feel herself grow wetter already, just from how he was talking to her, but she knew from experience that his tongue could get her so much wetter. She couldn’t wait. She needed to have it now.

  There was one last thing, though. She was keenly aware of how naked she was, just in her bra and panties while Gage was still fully clothed. That had to be remedied, immediately. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded, grinning at him as he crawled back up her body to stare into her eyes.

  “Ask me nicely and I will,” Gage whispered, softly rubbing their noses together.

  Fiona giggled, enjoying this playful and teasing side of Gage. On the surface, it might have looked like Gage had all the power, controlling what they did together, but secretly, Fiona knew she held all the cards. She could get him to do anything she wanted. She didn’t mind begging, as long as she knew the man on top of her respected her. And Gage respected her, so much that it was hard for Fiona to believe that he wasn’t lying. For all of his flaws, he believed she was strong. He believed it more than Fiona did, for Christ’s sake.

  “Please, baby, please, take off your clothes for me, will you? I really want to see you naked,” she said in a pleading tone of voice, grinning at him mischievously all the while.

  Gage smiled back at her and leaned back on his knees to shrug his way out of his shirt before undoing the button and fly on his pants and throwing them to the floor.

  “Underwear, too?” Fiona asked.

  Gage shook his head before he leaned in again to kiss her lips, sucking on her tongue like it was the sweetest fruit that he’d ever tasted. They both pulled
back gasping, and for a long moment, Fiona didn’t even remember what they had been talking about until Gage said, “Patience for that. We’ll get there, baby.”

  He pulled back, this time taking both of his hands with them, apparently trusting that Fiona would keep them where they belonged, joined together above her head. He traveled back down her body until his head floated above her crotch. “I’ve needed this for so fucking long,” he murmured, dragging his fingers along her covered cunt, so slowly that Fiona’s entire body shivered.

  “Please, do it. Please, please. I want it, baby. I want it so fucking bad,” Fiona groaned, lifting her hips up so that her clothed pussy brushed up against Gage’s mouth again.

  He chuckled lowly and pushed her hips back down, causing Fiona to whine in impatience, but then a minute later, he surprised her by sticking a hand under her back and flipping her over, pressing the front of her body into the mattress with his weight.

  “I gotta take care of something really quick,” he whispered, running his hand gently down her back, causing goosebumps to perk up on her skin, ready for more powerful sensation to wash over her body.

  Without warning, Gage yanked her underwear down her legs, revealing her bare ass to the cold air. But she wasn’t chilly for long, as the next second, Gage’s hands landed on her ass cheeks, massaging them with his unbelievably nimble fingers.

  “Fuuuuck,” Fiona whispered into the pillow, so softly that Gage probably couldn’t hear it, but it didn’t matter. She knew he could read her body. Fiona trusted that he remembered the signs that she was ready for him to take over.

  Smack. Gage spanked her without warning, not hard but just enough to cause a light stinging sensation. “You’re mine,” he said again. Smack. Smack. Smack. He slapped her ass three times in quick session, alternating the sides so that her entire ass burned with a deliciously warm sensation.

  “God, that’s fucking good!” Fiona cried out, this time definitely loud enough to reach Gage’s ears. “Ugh, that’s so hot.”

  Gage’s hands fell away from her body, but before she could protest, there was his mouth, wet and warm and willing, closing down on her left ass cheek. “So hot,” Fiona murmured again, arching her hips back so that Gage could grad ahold of more of her flesh.

  Gage’s teeth sunk down into her soft flesh, causing her to groan out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. There was the perfect balance between the two, just enough without overwhelming her senses. Encouraged by her moans, Gage sucked harder, obviously intending to leave another mark. In the back of her mind, some small part of Fiona worried. How am I going to cover these marks up? But for right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him to claim her. She wanted him to completely wreck her body, allowing her to rise from the ashes. She had to feel dirty in order to feel clean. That was something that Carl could never understand.

  Gage finally pulled back a minute later, dropping soft, gentle kisses on the mark he’d made. “That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl,” he whispered, giving her ass one last light smack before flipping her back over.

  “You’ve shaved,” Gage said, gesturing to her cunt.

  Fiona felt herself blush, starting at her cheeks and sinking down her whole body. “Um, yeah. I thought…I mean, I figured that’s what guys want.” That’s what Carl wants, she added silently, but she knew better than to mention him right now.

  “It’s hot like this,” Gage admitted, bringing his fingers down to play on the outside of her lips, right at the juncture of her thighs, causing Fiona to gasp shakily.

  “Th-thank you,” she stuttered out, jerking her hips forward to close the space between Gage’s face and her cunt.

  “But you don’t need to shave. You’re my wild woman,” Gage said before he finally, mercifully lowered his mouth to brush up against her bare vulva.

  “Oh, Jesus, oh, yes, yes, yes, please!” Fiona cried out, banging her head back into the pillow as his lips teasingly skimmed over her labia while his fingers traveled down to her opening, playing around in the wetness that had leaked out.

  “Mmm, so wet, so ready,” Gage whispered right onto her skin, dragging his teeth along her lips until she cried out and arched her back at an almost painful angle. “So fucking ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, I’m ready. I need it. I want it, baby. Yes,” she rambled, beginning to thrust her hips up and down, starting up a rhythm with which she humped his face.

  Gage stuck the tips of two fingers inside of her, spreading her out a little bit without going in very deeply. “So fucking tight,” he muttered before moving his mouth up to the top of her vulva, locating her clit with his lips.

  “Unngh!” Fiona cried out, screwing her eyes shut as the sensations of his mouth and fingers crashed over her cunt and reverberated throughout her entire body. Her legs had started shaking, trembling so hard that her thigh muscles ached, so she just lifted them onto Gage’s shoulders, allowing them to rest on his body.

  Meanwhile, his fingers dipped in a centimeter deeper inside of her, but the main attraction was his mouth, which opened and shut around her clit, sucking gently at first and then more and more strongly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive little nub in circles that got faster and faster with each rotation.

  “Shit, baby, baby, ugh!” she cried out, clutching the bedsheets underneath her body just to have something to hold onto.

  She felt energy start building between her legs, the heat growing faster and faster. Gage must have sensed that it was happening, as he quickly pulled off of her clit, causing her to groan in impatience. But she knew what he was doing. He used to do this sometimes when they fucked years ago, building her up, up, up, only to let her crash down so that her orgasm would be cumulative, combining all the potential energy into one giant explosion.

  Sweat started to bead around Fiona’s hairline, under her arms, and beneath her knees, probably seeping into the mattress under their bodies, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt more beautiful than she had in this moment, spread out beneath Gage, totally vulnerable to his touch. He could do whatever he wanted with her, but she trusted him only to give her pleasure. He started nibbling a little at her lips, taking her labia into his mouth for a few seconds before letting them go, teasing her so much that she started whining like a dog being denied a treat.

  Gage laughed joyously and stuck his fingers deeper inside of her, causing Fiona to cry out louder than before, shoving her hips down to get more of his fingers inside of her cunt.

  “You’re so good for me, you’re so good,” Gage murmured, licking a warm line up the center of her vulva, right in between her dripping lips. “You’re my good girl.”

  “I…” Fiona trailed off, her mouth going suddenly as dry as a desert.

  Gage froze, apparently sensing that she’d gone stiff. He slowly, gently pulled his fingers out of her. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning up her body so that he hovered above her face.

  At first, Fiona didn’t want to verbalize the answer. It was too horrible, too gross, too sick. But for some reason, staring up into Gage’s wide, worried eyes, she felt brave enough to say it, if only just this once.

  “It’s just…he used to call me that. The kidnapper, when I was tied up in the basement,” she said, trying to sound as casual and calm as possible. Honestly, she couldn’t believe that after all their years together this never came up, but it hadn’t. She’d never told him that detail of her captivity before. She cleared her throat and spoke again, her voice only shaking a little bit. “He called me his good girl.”

  “Oh,” Gage said, all of the color in his face suddenly fading away in less than a second. “Okay. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t call you that again.”

  “No, no, it’s okay. I think…I think you should say it. Maybe it’ll help,” she said with a shrug.

  “You mean it might help you associate that phrase with something other than him?” Gage asked.

  “Yeah, I mean, it might, anyway. It’s worth a shot,”
Fiona said.

  “Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Gage said, sinking back down her body. He didn’t jump right back into the oral sex, though. Instead, he rubbed at her thigh muscles, applying pressure until some of the tension that had appeared a minute earlier seeped back away into nothingness.

  Fiona sighed deeply, training her breathing so that the rest of her body followed suit, sinking deeper into the mattress under Gage’s careful, caring touch.

  Gage began pressing soft, closed-mouth kisses to her cunt, starting at the bottom and working his way up to the most sensitive spot at the top. “What a good girl. What a sweet girl,” he murmured, letting his tongue briefly brush against her still-throbbing clit. “What a fucking angel,” he muttered as he pressed his mouth more firmly against that spot, causing all of her nerve endings to spring back to life.

  “Ugh, yes, please,” she murmured, twirling her hips around in circles to get more of his mouth on her vulva. She felt herself get even wetter, if that was possible, as Gage’s tongue began licking more insistently at the top of her cunt, making her feel tingles that traveled all the way up her spine.